Writing Practice

6

TW: Mention of the nasty, death, maybe gore?

Wind had been just doing what he usually did in his forest, protect it. He was wind archer, basically the god of wind.

He could hear anything the wind did... and sometimes nasty shit too...

Then he heard screams of pain, like someone was dieing a burtal death. Then he knew it was her's.

Her screams of pain.

He froze, he tried to block out the sound. But it was too loud. Sobs went down his face.

He went to her location as fast as he could. But all that was left was her unused parts. He fell down to the ground, on his knees.

He broke down sobbing, "WHY?! WHY DID THEY HAVE TO DO THIS?!" He cried

He looked at her remains, her husband's were a bit farther away, he could tell he betrayed her to try and survive. He hadn't ever liked her husband but this just made him pissed.

He picked up her remains, tears still running down his face and walked back to the forest. He smiled sadly as the tears continued to fall down.

He took her remains to the spot they had first met. He grabbed a stone and used a smaller one to carve it into a gravestone, putting it into the grass to tell him where her grave was in the future.

He then started digging up dirt to put her remains in, once he had enough room he buried her remains in that spot.

He walked away and came back with some flowers, putting them on her grave.

He sat in front of her grave, sobs running down his face. He smiled as the tears continued to fall.

"I loved you, I tried to protect you because you never saw. I'm sorry I failed you..." He sat at her grave.

She rose from her grave as a ghost, she tried to touch him. But her hand just went through him. It was like time froze.

But it hadn't as wind archer was still crying. Her eyes widened as she looked at him