Blood and Rain
He had been completely, utterly powerless to stop it, enduring that hollow, bleeding ache across the endless march of time.
A heavy, suffocating wave of loneliness washed over Navarien now, so intense that the stone beneath his bare feet cracked slightly under the sudden pressure of his sorrow. He closed his eyes tightly, a single, heavy tear slipping down his rugged cheek. I failed you, my love, he thought into the dark, silent spaces of his mind. I am marching to war tomorrow, and your memory is the only anchor I have left to hold onto.
Then, the air around Navarien grew transitionally, impossibly sweet.
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