Sitting on his perch of a boulder, he overlooked the river, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around. His blade, sheathed resting against his shoulder, pommel up, he looked at it cursiously out of the corner of his eye.
‘Have we… come full circle?’
A splash, draws his attention back to the waters.
His mind began to wander back to those forgotten times, before all… this.
“I knew I’d find you here, waiting for her.” The solemn voice pulled him from his reverie with brief alarm.
Looking up at his old friend, he smiled and slowly rose, weapon in hand.
“I knew there was something amiss the last time we spoke my friend. I just didn’t think I’d be speaking to a spectre”
Letting out a long sigh, “Well, it was time brother.”
Shaking his head, “We’ve already lost Old Herla and so many others… Plus, there was a betrayal-“
“So I’ve heard,” his friend’s voice grave as he looked down at the water below, “You’re the last that remains of us.”
Shaking his head, “That can’t be, Hellekin.”
A sad smile creased its way across his face, “I am gone now, dear brother,” he places a hand on his shoulder, “Eventhough I can no longer be reached in your waking moments, like so many of those lost, I can be reached in-between the times you are awake.”
Meeting his friend’s eyes, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, brother.”
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