From the ashes, only the new can replace

The tear slid down the rough brown cheek only to not be noticed from the overwhelming buds of water emanating from the face.  The scorching blue flames engulfing the very sight before me.  Another bridge is burned to the ash.  Never again back whence I came.  As the flame is exhausted, I turn so as not to see the other side.  To weary to face the place that I had escaped to.  Another baron land lies before me.  No conquest, no glory, no riches.  Only a step forward is what can be had.