The grass swayed with the breeze that passed over the once bustling village. Who's roads once saw a great many travelers and adventurers alike. Valiant knights of an ancient order, sepretarians and keepers of knowledge from generations long ago. A behind a small copse of trees, a sacred place had been laid out for those who had fallen in its service, so that their memory may never be forgotten. Twenty headstones rested before the Cynraede, the cloth tied over his eyes and his staff laid across his lap.
"Brothers and sisters. Taken from this world as you fought to protect those within it... The likes, this world has had few to bless its ways.. Bulivye.. Duramarth.. Fairlain.. Sons and daughters of the Stars. I pray in my heart that you will find your ways to the halls of your fathers, and that one day I may join you there. I pray that one day, I may look on the halls of my forebears and rejoice as they welcome me with open arms... I regret you not remaining longer, so that I could have seen some of you just one more time. Hugged you... Some of you were friends, brothers... Sisters."
Cynreade reached forward, wiping the headstone before him gently with his thumb as tears began to patter upon his tunic. The name, reading 'Fairlain'
"Long, have you held my heart in your hands. I often remember your face the first time you laid eyes upon me. If I could have a single blessing bestowed upon me, it would be to have my eyes back for long enough but to catch a glimpse of you. So that I may fade from this world, to find you in the after."
The stone that was bound around his neck by a simple piece of twisted leather, hung just over his tunic as he had reached foward.
"Long, have I carried this. Long have I wished to be in your embrace again..."
The blind man placed his staff onto the earth, and heaved himself back onto his feet with a painful grunt. Slowly rising and resting his weight upon the staff carved from white oak, finely wrought with runes and inlays of silver and clad in a light leather wrapping.
"I could not protect you from the wrath of what dwealt in the darkness... I swear upon what remains of my being, that I will protect those who have been placed under my stead. I vow to avenge those who I failed.. I've sent the call, my brothers and sisters so that those who remain may answer... The darkness has roamed for far to long, It is time to remind them of them that even in the darkest of nights how bright those stars shine."
Cynraede removed his brooch, and placed it upon the headstone before him.
"I will be with you soon, my love. Soon."
