“We will go to Vahanagir, and find him from there. Go now, gather your swords and the meat, we will be leaving shortly. I will ride with Hosep.”
As we approached Vahanagir, I heard the sound shouting, but they were familiar shouts of faith and with words I am familiar with, my own tongue.
Four men were at the gate, shielded in golden armor glistening like the sun. I did not recognize them, but Hosep began to weep.
“Hosep, who are these men? Why are you weeping?”
He looked up to the sun with hands still on the reins of the horse and sighed. He looked straight at me as I rode with Neryas, “My brother, these are your brothers!”
At that moment the forest cleared and the glory of Vahanagir shined before our eyes, “We are a city of gold, a castle of 5 kings. And the fifth has come. Welcome home brother,” the four kings bowed before me at the gate with Yeriv by their side singing with seraphic voice!
With two hands on their swords planted vertically before them on the ground, on one knee they offered to me their greetings as tears fell from their eyes, full of history and trial, war, and victory.
“My brothers, rise. And if you have my blood in your bodies and flowing in your veins, where is our father?”
“He is King of kings, and he is nowhere to be found. Help us brother as we seek his face and find him!”
“Come here little one!” Ghevont, said and smiled.
“Yetemia is in need of your virtue, we need your graces, the combination of your holiness and strength is what we lack as warriors,” said Isahac.
“Let us go and celebrate, for now is not a time for war, but for wine!”
“Come, let us speak inside, it is a time to remain alert, vigilant,” Isahac said to the youngest among us.
“And where of our mother?” I said. “And where of my half sister?”
"Mother is safe," spoke Ghevont before the holy walls of Vahanagir.