Six Moons Of Desire
Ritual words rose in unison, echoing against the night.
“The breath of flames and the fires of Dranaes,
we call on you for our fallen warrior.
Breathe and consume,
escort him to the haven of the hunters,
the solace of the flames.”
The fire caught. The flames rose, burning what was left of his husband away.
Dryann stood unmoving as faces around him blurred. Hands touched his shoulder, voices whispered comfort, but none of it reached him. One by one, they drifted away until he was alone. Alone with the flames, with his memories burning into ash.
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