There are darker times ahead for you, my son, and worse than these will come. You must stand, you must, and there is no other choice. Time may seem unkind, but you will find there is enough if you strive. Strive. I cannot help you more. You must stand. The world may fall from under you, but still you must stand up.
It grows dark now, darker still, and that is how it must be. You may come out of it, you or your son. There is, I know, some day ahead, but for now, the night is what’s coming.
Tale Told 