I wanted to pay respect again, to the one man that helped bring me into the world, he always knew my heart and we lived together, through the difficulties and times of merriment. Twas' evening, one that chilled my bones. Autumn indeed had come, the blanket of starts twinkling across the heavens. I wondered just which one was looking down at me? This emptiness was so unbearable, I had to go. Even if he may not hear me, I called Windfoot and mounted the Stallion. His hooves lightly bouncing off the ground, before I sent him into a steady, gallop. We rode through the North Gate and finally found ourselves at the abandoned graveyard. I dismounted near the gate and entered; the tombs were eerily silent. Death mocking the living souls that came hither, reminding them just how empty they are without their loved one. Such will one day be the fate of all mortal men; I walked towards Father's grave and stooped down placing the single red rose in front of it. "Hello." I said. My head rested against the stone "I wonder if I'll ever get over this, it has been months, since I last saw you walking this Earth. Papa what do you do when you have nothing else to stand on? It's as if the very ground beneath me is crumbling." I thought I could be safe here; I thought this was the one place I could escape and have no one to criticize me. But I was wrong.
Yes very wrong, after my musings I heard a woman's voice behind me, if she had been standing there the whole time; I know not. I cannot even seem to cover my own tracks, maybe I was just a stupid girl. It was none other than Adun, the angmarim wench. She basked in my misery saying "My, my wouldn't Aeru's stone fit nicely next to dear old Da's? Once they find the body of course." My blood ran cold hearing her words, but it couldn't be true, she wouldn't find him that swiftly. How could he be dead? This is Aeru we are speaking about. It was Adun in one army.. or so I had hoped. But why did I still care? Apparently I'm nothing in his eyes anymore, from what I had heard. People always make a mark in my life, it doesn't matter if they come, or go. I would always remember them. It's simply how I am, I looked her in the eye. I told her that one day; her luck would run dry. She laughed at me once more saying "O my luck will run out surely, but even you, will never forget me and all that I have done." Her gaze went past my shoulder and to the headstone "Poor Da and Aeru; taken from your life. Who more is to come?" She cooed in that sickenly sweet voice. My heart shattering bit by bit, more so than it ever has been before. Was that even possible? But I kept my expression neutral thankful for the rising sun; for those who are in the dark, despise the light for it shines down on their, cruel nature. I spoke to Adun again "Mm, well perhaps you should run along now, the sun does not enjoy the presence of darkened hearts." She giggled and replied "True, I would not wish for the sun to hate my presence, see you later my dearest of them all." She gave a mocking bow and departed. With quivering knees I mounted Windfoot again and rode back to town. Hoping for at least one sliver of sanity.
