The girl had paused her writing and turned her head to admire the view. From where she was sitting she could see all around Bree. She was particularly interested in the mountain she saw in the distance. She wondered if she would be able to climb on top of it, then she would surely see all the way to the end of the world.
The day before she had climbed to the top of old ruins. She referred them as the home of the giant. The girl was certain that the giant lived in the ruins, even though there was no such indication to be seen. The ruins she camped in were mere relic from the past, but she did not care about that. But she didn't know that in fact the giant lived in the woods nearby. Late at night she had been listening to every single crack around her camp and she had heard something big moving about. For her disappointment whatever it was didn’t come to find her. She was disappointed indeed. She wanted to know giant’s thoughts about love and if giants grieved loss of their loved ones.
Many days before the girl had left the inn. She didn’t wish to bother the kind folk any longer. She also was afraid that someone might come and try to convince her to come back. Thus she had set forth and wandered around, following the paths so familiar to her. Not too long ago she had walked the same paths and wondered what she truly felt towards him. Was it love? Was it love that one feels towards a friend or love a woman would feel towards a man? The girl was puzzled by her feelings, but eventually she had found an answer to her question and returned to Bree. But to her great misfortune it was all too late. And now she only had her memories left.
She walked until she found her way to the old ruins. When she first arrived there, she admired the star shaped decorations on the now crumbling walls. She wondered who had lived in the ruins before the giant. Was it men? Or was it dwarves? She chuckled slightly at her silly thoughts. “Why would dwarves inhabit place like this?” Then she dropped her trusty backpack on the stone floor and stepped on the edge. She looked down and to her disbelief the distance to the ground was not long enough for her to kill herself. However such cliff would be near her, should she wish to end her days. But she shook her head.
“Dying by falling is such a common way to die”, she thought to herself.
Thus she turned on her heels and prepared a camp for herself. She laid down her sleeping roll. She collected few dry branches and set up a fire. Then she leaned her back against the pillar far older than she would ever be and started to write. And she wrote and wrote until it was time for her to sleep. She continued by the same manner on the following day until she stopped writing and began to think.
She slowly began to understand what she had lost. He was dead and he wouldn’t return. She would never get an answer to the questions that she had in her mind. She also understood how fragile happiness could be and how easily it was washed away. The pain was humongous, more than she could take. She was certain that if it’ll continue like this, her heart will stop beating one day. That is how terrible it was. And that is why she wanted to die. She didn’t want to feel anything, ever again.
But then she thought about her friends she had left behind. She thought of Skarly, her closest friend in the world. Then she thought of kind and caring Celnessyn, whom she saw as her sister. She thought of Ellae, her dear co-worker with whom she used to gossip about patrons and other daily matters. Lastly she thought of Terry, her close friend and with whom she had once shared a house with.
“I should see them”, she thought to herself, “I should see them for one last time. Before I end my days in this world where I no longer wish to walk alone.”
She nodded firmly on this. She continued her writing and when she had finished, she packed her belongings and headed towards town where she once felt so happy.
