I had spent the last few days, in the comfort of Valetta, the Knights Hospitaller fortress near Vesper. Lady Tabbitha was kind enough to grant me sanctuary until I could get my head back together. As the days went by, I watched the Hospitallers go about their business and it reminded me of my time with them before I left. I was always picking on their minor imperfections, viewing them as sheep without a Shepard, simply nodding in agreement with each other and going about their lives as if they had no will of their own. I loved them all, so much potential, but they were still children without guidance.

I spent many times talking with my old student Lauranthalas, who was clutching onto what was left of the ancient teachings, but I could feel that the teachings of the misguided virtues of Lord British were beginning to wash over her. I was not about to let that happen. Lauranthalas was more then just a student, she was my friend and I was not about to give up on her. Maybe it was the urge to continue to preserve the Virtues in my tradition that lead me to these feelings. Maybe I should have ignored them, but so long as there was an ounce of strength in my body, I would not give up on that which I had dedicated my entire life to protect.

I woke up one morning after deep meditation the night before. It was time to restore my faith. I had been away for so long; it was time to go back. I placed my clothing on after a quick wash and then headed to the stable to pick up my old steed Sacrifice. Together we rode to the Shrine of Sacrifice, a place of great meaning to me. When I arrived, I knew that I could not enter the service of my past without cleansing my immortal soul of its impurities. I took a knife to my hand, slicing it open and placing the blood onto the Ankh. I had murdered, I had stolen, I had lied, I had cheated and I had betrayed. These were acts in direct violation of the Virtues and the Code of the Virturi Order, acts that I committed to maintain the sanctity of Virtue.



We had always been raised to believe that forgiveness would be granted by the Elders, if ones heart was true and they would stray off the path of darkness and back onto the road of Virtue. If ones heart was not true, they would likely not waste their time asking for Forgiveness. After I was done, I wrapped a bandage around my hand and headed to the back of the Shrine. A loose stone in the wall, positioned behind a piller where nobody would be able to see, went into a narrow vault of sorts, containing a sack of items.

I picked up the bag and got back onto the Horse and rode back to Valetta. I placed the bag onto the bed before emptying it. I sighed out a smile when I looked at all of my things, my old armour, clothing, weapons, and books. Everything I left behind that I thought id never find again. It was time to understand who I was once more.

I took off the battered, black armour that id gotten to know over the last year and bit by bit started to put on my old Virturi Uniform. It was a perfect fit, as if it was the first day I had worn it. Time would tell however, if I was still worthy of their name.