Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
Sam struggled to comprehend much after his last words to the Voice. There had been a noise so loud it had been almost silent and he had had all the life knocked out of him except for one tiny fragment, that clung on so gingerly he feared it would fall at any moment.
It was good that Wessex and Rexanna were with him, because without them he would have simply curled up and let the woods or the Fae take him; the two women and how brave they were motivated him to keep going, to follow despite the burning pain in his leg (hot, wet drips of blood moving down into his socks) and the weakness in his heart.
Unlike the other two he could feel the pain and the cold of the snow, but instead of complaining he tried to be brave for the Voice, focusing only on the journey ahead. When they finally arrived and he saw the shrine, he dropped to his knees and fell forward, head bowed and hands clasped before him, shoulders shaking with tears.
Rexanna had the strength for words, so he let her speak for him.
