Adunzil stood in the shadow of a cherry tree, his gaze lingering for a long time now on the cold stone of a burial cairn before him. What few leaves remained gently rustled on the light western wind. Another one fell slowly, upon the greatest stone.
Stone itself is of no importance, but that which stood inscribed on it was still sending daggers through his heart. One crudely inscribed word, but it is more than enough.
Galathir
"So old friend, now you are gone as well."
Appropriate words escaped him, so he fell into desolate silence once more. He wanted to know who it was that bested Galathir. He had wished to know how it had came to his and why is his old friend dead and buried here, where they used to watch the land from together. A myriad of questions swarmed his mind at once, only to be scattered as rage and grief took over.
Adunzil wished he could direct his fury and grief someplace, preferably at the one who did this. But it was a vain, false hope that was useless to pursue. None of that would bring his friend back to life so he stilled the storm raging in his heart. Mourning, he recalled all the times the two of them rode out together, the times filled with laughter, joy and companionship.
All of the old core are now gone.
First Elneth, dying in his arms upon the snow covered plain.
Braichana was second, passing away in peace under the stars overlooking fields of Fornost.
Golwethor grew weary of this world and had departed soon after Braichana died.
And now Galathir, who died keeping a watch that Adunzil should have, but had gone to aid Lin Giliath instead.
Slowly, Adunzil reached into the small pouch hanging by his side, taking out a small metal flask. He uncorked it and raised it in honor to companions that are no longer here.
Rain begun to fall, drop by drop, hiding away his tears.
"Farewell old friend. You, of all, knew best how much I hate loneliness, but it would appear that it loves me."
