PBJangel

     Varian opened his eyes again and attempted a smile. "No. It is I who am sorry... for not seeing earlier what you are.... what you have always been. I'm so proud.... that you are my son." Varian reached up with his bloody hand and touched his son's face, leaving a bloody smear. "Do not mourn for me. This has always been my fate.... don't let it be yours." With that, Varian's arm and body fell limp.      The fallen king was enveloped in darkness. He felt no more pain, no more sadness, no more.... anything. The only thing he could feel was something warm and comforting. A faint glow of ligh