You Are My Salvation

Prologue

'Here lies Arcon Hilore, dearest friend, lover, and father.'

     I stared at the words, carved into the stone, looming over the tomb several feet under. I had already predicted this, already knew this would happen, and yet I ignored the signs. The signs that had been repeatedly scrawled right in front of me had been so easily ignored by me, by him, by us. Like the rain pouring down on me and the clouds looming over me, my regret and stupidity poured upon me.

     I couldn't tell whether my cheeks were damp because of the rain or my tears, my regretful tears. My colleagues tried to comfort me the first few moons, but now they have moved on and yet I stayed. I was just like the green grass and the trees, the birds and the lady bugs, I stayed.

     Some said it was planned, the Lords themselves planned it from the moment we were born. But they didn't understand. I didn't know how long I stayed there, in front of the stone, standing over his carcass. Maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, a few days, weeks, months maybe? I couldn't tell anymore, I lost count.

     But all I kept track of were the number of days we spent together, our memories. That were long lost, in the wind.