"I need you to promise me one thing.", Said Bryan as he held Harriet's hand, both standing in the middle on the room and staring into each other's eyes

The night had come, the night when he would battle his foes and would take back what belonged to him. He was nervous, constantly breathing just to keep up with the feeling within him.

He heard of the stories of his father's greatest battle with an enemy so powerful. Was he as nervous as he was? Did his father fear the outcome of what would happen after that night just the same way he did?

His thoughts ran wild, his mind...