The chronicles of Ed the Warrior

Previously

…Ed looked down at his hands. They were the hands of a warrior. The hands of a father. The hands of a man who had forgotten everything that mattered. "Tomorrow," he said. "Tomorrow, I'll tell her." Angel Solis nodded. She began to fade, her light dimming. "One more thing," Ed said. She paused. "Thank you," he said. "For bringing me home." Angel Solis smiled, and her voice was warm. "You were never lost, Epsilon. You were just waiting to be found." Then she was gone, and Ed was alone with the moonlight and the memory of a woman holding yellow flowers, calling him home.