First Light, Last Flight

Oil on Panel

12″ x 17″

The dawn bloomed brilliantly, its warmth driving away the chill of the wind atop the ramparts. Both Warrick and his griffin steed were under no illusions, their army was far outnumbered. Still, they knew that even if this was to be their last battle, they would fight as they had many times before: as one, closer than brothers. If the gods chose today as their last day in the mortal realm, they would see each other on the other side, feasting in the halls of their forebears. It was a fine day to die.