The whole house smelled of her. She smelled of brewing coffee and freshly cut metal. The scent pulled at my heart, bringing out emotions in me that I had not felt in a long time. I could feel the cloud of grief surround my soul, threatening to break in and carry me away in its eternal darkness.
I closed my eyes and steeled myself. There were many things to do. I could not afford to lose one moment to mourn for her. Hell, I didn't even know if she was dead. The captain's letter that came with the sword said that her body and horse could not be found, only her sword. The box. Where did I leave it? It was outside, next to the door. I couldn't bring myself to take it into the house. I tried to but it felt dirty, like I was tainting her whole memories. A sword does not come back home without its wielder. It will stay there until she comes back, or until it succumbs to the elements.
I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. My soul stirred, not in sadness but in something else. Was it expectation? Hope? I had no idea. Suddenly, the house felt cold. Cold. Another feeling that I had not experienced in a long time. I sighed and snapped my fingers. The fireplace in the living room lit up. Flames that seemed to jump out of the wood danced, forming shadows on the walls. I had not noticed that it was nighttime.
My little log house only had three rooms. The bedroom, the kitchen and the living room. All of the rooms were sparsely furnished and decorated. I had only what I needed. The only luxury that I indulged in was reading. I had a vast collection of books neatly arranged in shelves all over the house. Reading was my passion. I read book in all sorts of languages that I had mastered during my journeys. It is where I met her in a library near....
I suddenly felt tired. No, the correct word was exhausted. I was surprised. I had never felt this before. I had thought that people like me never felt this tired. I suddenly felt the need to sleep. I entered the bedroom, and laid on top of the bed. I could not bring myself to enter the sheets, the same ones that I had spent many precious moments with her. I closed my eyes, and tried not to think of her. Soon enough, I had a dream of clear skies and blue flowers.
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A Warrior through and through
FantezieWhen Walter left his old life to begin a new one with the love of his life, he believed that there would be no need to use his god like powers ever again. He was wrong. Fifteen years later, his wife disappeared in battle, presumed dead by everyone...
