Feel it still

I was born into the light Under wide and open skies Having grown up in the frozen hellscape that Halo had been, with its ever-shifting leaders and wardens leaving or dying, Noah knew how important it was for a city to have stable leadership. The people of the Hollowed Grounds, however, didn't seem as keen to pick a leader. Perhaps it was because the people that had chosen to defend them either died, left for the refuge, or were simply over-zealous with little understanding of the world at large. "I will help them." Noah said, nodding to Vi's response to Darkeye. "I will help them in ways they choose, and I will help them see what needs to change." He shifted his weight some. "Vi, I have another thing to ask of you." He said, heat rising in his chest. He wasn't sure if this was selfish or not, but the god knew his inner most self, and would be able to decipher maybe even better than he could. "If I am to help the Hollowed Grounds, I need confidence that my family will be safe here when I am gone. I am asking for your protection over them -- Cordelia, my children -- when I can't be at their sides." This was the right thing to do, and in all of Noah's life, that had been his deepest motivation. Noah Olson the sentinel of the north

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