Unbearable Loss

[Helgrin Granitesoul]

Raven wandered the dark road upon hearing the news.. All thought and feeling gone except one of incredible loss. Leaden feet leading him on, no thought behind the path he was taking.

The rising sun brought him to his senses and he realized where he was. Their valley. He thought back to that most incredible of days and the grief became unbearable. Using his magic he inscribed a brief message in a rock near the pool through eyes blinded from tears. Uttering words of magic his grief finally ended.

Travellers tell of a strange statue sheltered under a great pine tree in the middle of the valley next to a glittering pool. One of a man holding a greatsword as if it was a women he loved. Stone tears course down his cheeks from unseeing eyes. Inscribed by his feet in a stone are the words.

Simply yours my love.. Forever.

[Helgrin Granitesoul]

He had followed his master that night. Staying in the shadows and watching, not understanding why the women his master traveled with constantly was not at his side, not understanding why his master had not called to him as was usual. Still he followed as he always did. The connection was too deep and had been there too long not to.

It sensed that something was wrong. His master never had walked into danger as he had seen that night. Almost uncaring as to his own safety he fought like a primal thing. Charging his foes finally with only his staff once his magic had been expended it seemed. Screaming the woman’s name as he fought and then walking on in a daze once the danger was past.

He knew the place that his master walked too. With its quiet hills and the rivers of sweet water that meandered through the valley. The valley hillside and floor covered in soft grass to lie in while awaiting the game that abounded. Often his master had come here with the woman and spent time talking of things he did not understand. Lying next to them with his head in the women’s lap, content to just let the women scratch his ears while he listened for anything out of place as they talked.

He watched as his master drew the odd shapes in the stone.

He watched as he took the great sword from the bag.

He watched as his master turned him self to stone.

He lay at his master feet, waiting for him to reach down and scratch his ears and pat his side as he always did, unwilling to leave his side. As time passed and the stone statue remained as it was, he felt more and more that this was wrong. Where was the red haired woman that always present? The Warriorpriest? The Shadow? The Archer? The Woodsman? The Singer? Nothing was as it should be.

With one last glance and a final rub of his head against his master’s cold and unfeeling legs, the panther bounded off into the shadows. It was time to find them…