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Varrus blinked.

The air was warm, but it did nothing thaw the chill of dread that gripped the giant's heart. The sky was dark, dotted by distant stars, and dominated by the full moon, which cast down an eerie, silver light upon the path ahead. Varrus walked an ancient, overgrown road that wound ahead, flanked by dark, unsetteling woods on both sides. With him walked three of his friends from the peacekeeper order, all silently angered at him. They had good reason to be, for behind them, far in the distance, loomed the walls of the city, from which Varrus had sent the migrants to their deaths.

While waiting alone for the next group of guards to arrive, a group of migrants had approached Varrus, and demanded passage through the gate to find some of their realitives along the road. The giant knew better than to let them go. The scouts had reported increased fallen activity around the city. But after a heated argument, Varrus's temper got the better of him, and he had let them go.

Now, he walked along the road with three of his fellow titans, his friends...

Their names. He could not remember their names. How was that possible? He had known them for years. They were his brothers and sister in the peacekeeper order. But now, in the walk along the silent road, he could not recall their names. Something felt wrong. He should remember their names. But before Varrus could ponder his unease, the group's attention was drawn to an object down the road.