Jumping off Gwynsel, the big white charger breathed deeply, the long ride barely causing the huge horse to break a sweat. He huffed at the grass and bent to pluck a few strands, chewing them thoughtfully as Guri walked to the mailbox.
Looking at the lovely statues she placed the letter in the mailbox, her words hopefully will help her old friend understand.
Pedroas, my friend.
Much has happened whilst you have gone, and I have sorely missed your wise council and your dry wit.
I am sorry but I need to leave. I cannot stay in this tainted place anymore. I ignored her, gave her a chance to own up for what she had done. Yet hope was not enough. It was worse than we thought. I will go with Alairif, I can bear it here no longer, living under the taint of the Dark Lord is something I just cannot do.
We move on, wiping this time off our lives, but never from devoted friends. That is constant as the moon and stars.
Know you will always remain a friend, regardless of what becomes of the kin or me. You know how to find me.
Always,
Guri
Sighing, she thought “Only four people, out of all of them,” knowing three she will leave if only physically, and one remaining, his light shining through the darkness and doubt, pulling her like a moth to flame. Truth be told there was an unwavering flame in her… for a future, for living without Shadow or Evil hanging over her head. Looking at Pedroas’s house, she hoped he would understand. She hoped they all would.
