There once was a great warrior, whose honor and might were unmatched. He lived in the east in the Barony of Carillion in a modest homestead, with his beloved wife, his young son, and infant daughter. In time the warrior was sent north to the garrison of the Twin Towers in the great city of York. Over two years he served there.

Across the sea, in the lands of the great deserts, there lived a ruler of no land. Many were the people who followed him. Like a rabid animal he infected his men with his hatred of honor and freedom. He ordered his men to ride beast of fire to the Towers. They were to destroy them at any cost. He promised them the joys of paradise should they succeed. They were deceived by his honeyed words. Heaven is not for those who take pleasure in such horror.

On the eleventh day of the ninth month in the year two thousand one, the men attacked the great Towers. They drove their beast into the thick walls, and perished. The Towers still stood. Fire and debris rained down from the sky. Many gathered to aid the injured and comfort the dying. At the gates of the Tower the chiregeons, guards, and people gathered when the Towers collapsed. The dead numbered in the thousands.

When new of the battle reached the beloved of the warrior, she fell to her knees and prayed for the protection of her lord. Loud were her cries. After a time, she swallowed her grief and went forth to seek her husband. She gathered her son from hid tutors and told him of what had happened. She sent messengers to the healers and the garrison of York. She sent forth his friends to search on her behalf. She spoke to his kin and shared what news she could find. For three days she searched.

On the fourth day, her lord's closest companions came before her. These were the men who shared everything with the great warrior. Friends of his youth, who stood by his side through fierce battles and glorious celebrations. The barbarian, the sage, and the wise dispenser of enlightenment all gathered at her side to plan the quest. They would travel to York and find the answers to their questions. It was decided to send the barbarian and the sage as honor guard with the lady. At the rising of the sun the three gathered to the appointed place and traveled north. When they arrived at York, the people met them with great compassion. All did what they could to help and grieved when they could do no more. The three traveled to the main armory of York. From one side to another, as far as a man could reach the walls of the armory were covered with pleas and petitions to find missing loved ones. The heart of the lady broke at seeing such a sight. It saddens her to see how many families were destroyed by the evil ruler. Anger and rage filled her as she entered the armory. She knew she was not alone in her sorrow. The three were escorted to the chronicler who kept the record of those injured in the attack. The great warrior was not found among the wounded. With broken hopes the three left. They next found the commander of her husband's garrison. He spoke kindly to the widow, reassuring her that he would do all within his power to care for her and her children. And so the widow and her honor guard returned home. Throughout the trip, each in their turn, spoke praises of the warrior's honor and of the times they had shared. When the widow spoke, she told of the great love her lord had for her and their children.

After a time, the leaders of the land called a gathering of those who were left behind. They held a memorial at the Field of Freedom, which overlooked the battle site. Songs of great beauty were sung. Officials from afar traveled to offer what comfort they could. The champion of all the land came to offer his condolences. The Blind Bard, most beloved of all the songsters, graced the proceedings. Throughout the field people from everywhere came to offer their support and comfort. The love and compassion was awe-inspiring. The lady pondered "Perhaps this was the reason her beloved had died. To give all the land a reason to show and to share the love each had for another. To display to us poor mortals a glimpse of heaven. To show us what the world was suppose to be and what it, someday, shall become.'