The Followings of a Red Beret

The Raven's Farewell

Oh, dearest reader. Our travelings thus far have been quite amusing, at least for the time being, but I'm afraid that the time has come for us to part. But do not fret, for we shall end our journey with the most famous of all spectral beings, Death. Me, of course. 

It really has been quite entertaining, seeing the expressions you wore on your face as each new adventure was revealed to us. But alas, time flies like an arrow. And fruit flies like a banana. Oh ho ho ho. The look you are wearing now is oh so very amusing. Being Death, I can be funny too, you know. But time has flown by so quickly. If only we could starve a couple million clocks, for when they are hungry they always go back four seconds. You have been quite an enjoyable companion, but none could be so delightful as dear Miss Elise. At least she could come up with something strange as a reply. There are a multitude of times when she tells a joke that is quite amusing. I fondly remember that once she had told me that "A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat." Ha. It was too unfortunate that she could not partake in this event with us on this joyous morning, afternoon, or evening, wherever you may be.

The resolution of the story has been quite profound. There wasn't one single event, that sparked her death, but a series of tiny events that toppled and piled on each other like dominoes. Each of them, the fiance, the nurse, the urchin, the boss, and the friend had "conspired" in some way that brought about her death. From my voyages, I have come to learn that your human lives are woven deeply together, like a giant basket. Yet it was surprising to see how many young and old folks that were involved in the life and death of Miss Elise. So many strange humans. But all humans, in my eyes at least, are quite strange. Why, when such a simple thing as the wheel was invented, it caused a revolution!

All across the globe we traveled and we visited. In my own adventures before I met my dear companion I had become intrigued in the lives of other peculiar people, visiting their relatives and friends, but none had so many connections as Miss Elise. She's a very peculiar girl, that one. Upon satiating my curiosity, and momentarily my boredom, I considered telling Miss Elise about the Past she's long forgotten. I lingered for what kind of expression my fragile companion would make if she found out. Would she still be as bright and as peppy as she was now? However many times I contemplated the thought, it seemed to disappear whenever the the sweet child turned around smiling at me. It made me wonder how could anyone smile at Death like that? Though, the thought always returns to me when she looks up at me with her bright eyes. "What's the matter Elek?" Death is not a being that would be mushy enough to accept that name. I reiterate I am not a big fluffy pink teddy bear. I confess that allowing Elise to call me so is near being one, but I don't at all entertain that idea. 

The search had revealed an Elise that was far different from the small kid that resides beside me. She was of a much darker, and more bitter sort. You humans use a phrase I think, "Old skiers never die, they just go downhill." Was it the same for Elise? After racking my head again and again, I came to the conclusion. I will simply sit on the sidelines on this manner. If she wished to know she may pry. But my traveling days are long gone in the past. I no longer need idle chit chat to keep me amused. 

So thank you, dearest reader, for staying so lovingly by my side as we explored the realms that ended with the start of my companionship with Miss Elise.

Farewell.

Au revoir. 

However you may say it in your country and language:

Goodbye, and until another day.