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His last hours were routine. He gathered his soldiers after the last battle at Tuchanon's walls, visited the wounded ones and played his lute for a few minutes. It was so hard to play it right with his hand, never fully healed after the events in that evil realm, Avamar.
He remembered Avamar, the betrayal, the black magic, the hunt for him and how he escaped before it was too late. Then he was captured as a rogue and freed because he was so young and foolish and his sister in Itorunt knew someone who knew someone.
Then he remembered his sisters. The long hours talking with Alexandra about how the Reason can explain even the living horrors like the daimons, the letters to Elzebeth discussing the supernatural and if monsters would enter or not the cycle of Nature.
When he talked about such topics with other knights in the past, many looked at him as if he were some kind of lunatic. In fact, back then, many didn't even believe that undead were really undead, but the plague in other continent and the rise of the daimons made them think different.
The memories flowing like that, one after the other: His childhood in Aeng, his early studies, the love for music, the travel to Avamar to study their "republic", the first love, the betrayal, the pain of losing friends and lovers, the anger against injustice, the long hours in different battlefields, mom, dad, his sword... and then he noted it: His life was passing before his eyes, he could even smell those memories.

Terrence visited Alexandra with a strange grin in his mouth.
"Hey, there, Alex."
"Terry, what are you up to? Ready for the next battle?"
"Yeah. I'm ready." He made a pause. "Alex, do you remember when the three of us played with dad's chess pieces?"
"Do you mean without a board, Elzy yelling at us because we didn't let her be the general of any army?" Alexandra smiled. "Of course I do. Elzy would get angry and groar like some gigantic monster, then our armies would fight her."
The two laughed.
"She always won those fights." Terrence continued, and then his voice changed to a serious tone. "Alex, you are great sisters. I'm glad I was born in our family."
"I'm glad too, silly. But why do you say this so suddenly? It's weird."
"I've always been the weird one." He smiled and then left.
Alexandra shrugged; she didn't have the courage to ask him not to be in the next battle because she had a bad feeling. Maybe she was getting old. She never felt that kind of fear before a battle, and now Terrence words had made it a bit worse, but she wouldn't tell him. Maybe she was crazy.

After the battle Alexandra knew of Terrence's death. She didn't saw it; she only heard that he was hit by a lucky arrow. Not exactly the kind of death one would expect for a hero. There wasn't an epic clash of swords, a brilliant rescue or exciting victory against an evil empire. Just an arrow in one more battle and now she was crying for her lost brother and arranging his burial in Aeng, where the family house used to be.