The Last Swords Strike.

“No, Father. You are wrong again. I am alone in my pain. I have no one to repent to, no one to serve, no one to love. I have lost everything that mattered to me. I have lost my family, my friends, my comrades. I have lost my home, my land, my country. I have lost my faith, my hope, my joy.”

The priest looked at him with sadness and said:

“My son, you are not lost. You are here in God’s house. You are here in your father’s house. You are here in your own house. You are here where you belong.”

The knight looked at him with tears in his eyes and said:

“No, Father. You are wrong for the last time. I do not belong here anymore. I do not belong anywhere anymore.”

He stood up and picked up his sword from the floor.

He raised it above his head and plunged it into his chest.

He fell down on the altar and breathed his last.

The priest cried out in horror and ran towards him.

He held him in his arms and whispered:

“My son…my son…”