"Yet, that is not the only way." He looked away from you, towards the moonlit field.

You, one of the ancient heroes, were about to depart in secret the next day. Yet, someone had stopped you. He was so persistent, sadness in his eyes---and a twinge of..something else? You couldn't tell.

He looked back at you, taking one of your hands into his warm ones. "Such a world can be built here. If you stay here and guard the silver tree with me, that is."

His final plea,

"So please..stay."