Allandar

Egbert Yarrow stood watching as men filled in the grave. He had to look strong. He had to pull through this. It would be what she would have wanted - him to be as strong as she was. The tears which streaked down his face told a different story. How could he be strong when the only thing that made him strong had been taken away? Each shovelful of dirt that landed on the grave was another reminder that she was now gone from him. He felt cold - dead on the inside like the still body in the coffin below him.