No Rest For The Weary

The latest hours of the night had crept upon Alexander once again, and there he was, staring at the wooden ceiling of his house, wide awake as he had often found himself as of recent. The recent events that had transpired had seemed to have gotten under his skin in more ways than he would like to admit, Alexander slowly closed his eyes, yet no sleep came, only a memory, one from the recent Imperial Audience.

There he stood, leaning on a railing, next to him stood very interesting Brown haired women "Can you stand up to them?" She asked in her usual tone "The Arken I mean, will you be able to stand up to them when the time comes?" He didn't have an answer then, at least, not an honest one, because the truth was hard to swallow. "I don't know.." he muttered as he opened his eyes once more, the same answer he had given her that night, yet this time filled with much more doubt "I don't know if I can.." he began to sit up, his tired eyes scanning his room "There are so many people I care about.. Darcie, Avynn, Sigurna, and Leonzio.. The Rangers, my friends. I don't know if I'll be able to protect them all.." his eyes stopped abruptly, as they fell upon the tower shield in the corner, the Bloodcast insignia stamped in the middle, his eyes filled with something, something he hadn't had in a long while. Determination. "I don't know if I can.. but I can damn sure try." His words filled the room, he layed back down to make use of the last few hours of rest he had, for tomorrow, he had a job to do.