Grim trudged through the forest, his head hung low and his scythe dragged against the dry grass behind him. It was beginning to get dark and he had yet to find a town to seek shelter.
He had been on his own since Jalkar's betrayal, it left him empty, hurt... heartbroken..
Grim could hardly get his mind off it, everyday was just another day of regret, of his thoughts of what he could have done better, what could he had done to make his ex-partner proud?
A small chitter came from the reaper as he came across of path, nodding to himself as it could possibly lead to a town. Grim continued on his journey down the path, taking in the sight of the forest around him. Thinking about it, without Jalkar he was able to enjoy the scenes, it was very beautiful when it got dark.
Everything seemed to illuminate around him, except for one thing...
He squinted ahead to a dark lump in the middle of the rode, two blood stained arrows sticking from the lump. This caught Grim's attention and he ran over with a concerned chitter, his blood ran cold...
He felt his world collapse upon himself when he saw that body, that face.. it was Jalkar...
the pain tore at his chest worse than any blade, tearing into him like an animal.
Grim slowly knelt next to the body, grabbing its wrist to feel for a pulse... nothing. This body was stone cold, could have been dead for days by now..
The reaper said nothing as he stared at the corpse of his ex-partner, he hadn't wanted this! He'd thought they'd reunite on different terms.. but here they were...
Grim let out a small sob, his chitters quiet and broken, his usually bright blue eyes now lightless and filled with big salty tears.
He couldn't leave him here...
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Grim sat next to the freshly filled grave, his legs criss-crossed and weapon leant against the grave-stone, it's enchantment glowing in the moonlight.
Chitters and purrs reciting memories Grim and Jalkar had shared, they weren't the best of times but they were all Grim had now. He considered Jalkar his only friend, his companion, he cared for him so much despite the fact he received nothing in return. He still cared and wanted his companion to reach his goals. Now he couldn't...
Grim stared at the gravestone longingly clinging to hope that this was a bad dream, hoping, praying that he'd wake up to another one of Jalkar's Tirades for sleeping in again.
But it didn't happen, this was all real... far too real..
the strength he still had got him to his feet and he grabbed his scythe, setting it in the hook on his back. He took a few steps forward and gently pat the grave, purring sadly before turning away, leaving behind the friend he wished he could have been better for.
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