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[u][b]The Beautiful Land[/b][/u]
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Roland had followed him all the way out here. He had followed because he had been asked to. He had paused no less than five times, each time continuing to follow without looking back. If he looked back, he risked more than anything to turn from his master and join in the battle. Selfish as it was, he adored battle. But he adored peace as well. In a way, Roland felt contradictions inside him. Maybe it was in his nature merely to adore? 

The forests gave way to a field, and the horrors of war were left behind. Here, no blood had been shed. No men and woman had died beneath a shield, and no fire burned away at men’s souls. Instead… It was serene. Calm. The perfect place to discuss the horrible things they had done in their lives. For neither master or servant were pure people. In a way… They were together because they had made the same mistakes in life. Yet different mistakes. 

[color=00a99d]“I fight for love. Yes. That is true. But is a love of all the mistakes people make.”[/color] There was silence as if to soak in the meaning of those words. [color=00a99d]“I loved a woman who did not love me back. That was a mistake. But in accepting that, I learn to love my mistake. That my mistake led to a journey of improvement. I threw my sanity to the moon. That was a mistake. And yet in accepting that, I love myself. I love my sanity with a greater force than I had before.”[/color]

He took a step closer, slowly unwinding the cloth that covered his arm. Letting the shroud fall to the ground, and sitting before his master. [color=00a99d]“You see, I too killed a man. I killed many a men. I once promised four brothers safety, and yet I led them like sheep to a slaughter. I did things I cannot undo. But… I do not make that mistake twice. And that is my love. My love of humans and their ability to grow from their mistakes. No matter the cost! That is the love that I shall face the great lover with! And even if it is a mistake to do so, I shall continue to love it! Because it was a mistake I made!”[/color] 

Durandal struck the ground between Roland and his master, sinking into the ground. As if to share its miracles with the world. 

Roland’s eyes closed shut, and he let out a breath. And as Roland drifted into a peace, he repeated the core of his love. Yet at the corners came an unsettling. As Roland’s mind drifted, as he confronted the core of his love…
He wanted the love of others. He wanted them to love him as much as he shared his love. He wanted Oliviers love. He wanted the love of his uncle. Was this greed? Was this his mistake? 

Could he still love even this mistake?