[Forsaken] Battlescars

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Sentinel looked down at his torso, there was more scar tissue than not nowadays. He traced a few of them some self inflicted some earned the hard way. Each of them told a story, the story of his life so far.

Uratha outside the Blood Talons didn't understand and to be fair each Blood Talon had their own interpretation of Thu Ibru. Total War was the best translation in the human tongue and to Sentinel it had a very specific meaning, everything was struggle if it was easy it wasn't for him.

His life was one of battles fought, wars won and lost. He had lost friends, and people he would have liked to call friends, he had wept over the graves of his wife and children but he had never faltered, never taken a step backwards and now he faced a war like no other.

Dartmoor and the final battle against the Sparrowclaw circle was coming, and he would be there. Fighting alongside friends and allies that he had made in the last couple of years. The fact that this battle could be his last had passed through his mind a couple of times. Dartmoor had claimed Mal's life and why should he survive when even Mal could not.

Sentinel looked down once more and then picked up his pen and started writing.

"My name is Thomas Finnegan Cody and this is my last will and testament."