The Final Chapter Of Sebris The Heretic

The Ranger crested the hill and looked down onto Harkharranon, the sacred battleground of Sharristran Paladins long ago.
The Ranger knelt down and scanned his eyes across the ruin laden grassy plains, the wind blowing his long blonde hair over his pale blue eyes.
"Fight on, Komstagg." he uttered, paying homage to the heroic god who gave his life on these fields thousands of years ago.
The Ranger stood and walked down the other side of the hill, towards the ruins.
suddenly, his nerves jumped and his heart slammed against his chest as he heard the drawing of a bowstring behind him, from where he came.
The Ranger took a breath, kept his composure, and slowly pivoted on his left foot, craning his neck up to the crest of the hill.
"only one man in Gwithrain could ever sneak up on me like that, but he has supposedly been dead since Thoroughford fell to the Helcians."
As the Ranger's eyes came into focus, before him he saw his one time blood brother, Kevais standing at the top of the hill, bow fully drawn with a black arrow notched at the ready.
"Hello, Sebris. You provide a difficult challenge for even a skilled tracker."
"Most appreciated, Erwe."
"Do not call me that, Sebris. You are no brother of mine."
Sebris looked down and turned to face the ruins of the fortress, and Kevais lowered his bow as he too gazed upon the ruins.
"You came here to die, Sebris."
"Yes."
Kevais scanned his eyes over the sacred battleground, and recalled the events of Dormuth, and his duel with Sebris atop the royal balcony.
"Sebris, you know that Yannick Rangers who desert Ram must face death."
"Yes, Kevais. I knew the Yannick would catch up with me eventually."
"You do not deserve to die where he died. Komstagg was a hero of Ram, a man who-"
Sebris spun on his heel and stomped up several feet towards Kevais.
"A man who did what his god instructed he must do."
"You are no Paladin, Sebris!" Kevais shot back, "You are a heretic and a traitor!"
Kevais' words stung Sebris, who dropped his head and studied the ground below him.
"'Twas not I who shirked the banner of Ram, but Ram who sought to keep me from the truth of my fathers."
Sebris looked back up to Kevais and took a step forward.
"I would have given my *life* for them, Kevais. For *you*.
Kevais stared his old comrade down, speechless.
Sebris turned once more and began to walk towards the ruins.
"Yet when i return to my homeland, my own Erwe follows me, sneaks up behind me..."
Sebris reached the bottom of the hill and turned, his voice raising to a scream now.
*"...and levels a bow at me, notched with a black arrow!"*
Kevais stood still, the wind blowing his dark hair and his cloak towards the north seas, his bow now pointed at the ground.
Sebris turned yet again and looked upon the ruins, and then felt a thud into his back, followed by a searing pain in his chest.
He dropped to his knees and looked down to see the silver tipped head of the Black Arrow protruding from his heart.
Blood spurted from Sebris' mouth, and he reached his right hand down to support his weight, and turned to the hill, to see Kevais still standing with his bow outstretched, his left arm hovering, and his hand outstretched.
*"b-bastard!"*
As Sebris shouted through the blood and the pain, Kevais lowered his bow and disappeared behind the hill.
Sebris snapped the arrow's shaft, and pulled the front cleanly through his chest. As the blood poured from the wound, he laid on his back and faced the sky.
"Apo, i only did what i thought was right. Please allow this warrior passage to the holy mountain."
Sebris uttered his prayer and searched the clouds for an answer, but felt nothing.
"So what the Druids of Myth say is true then. God *has* forsaken this world.
With these final words, Sebris Althouselas of Warrick, Ranger, Warrior, and Heretic, bled to death on the fields of Harkharranon.