The dormitory door slowly opened, squeaking quietly on its hinges, and out came a figure, wearing but a habit, only paws poking out from underneath it. But the habit wasn't the normal habit. It was a warrior's habit.
The creature made his way quietly down the empty halls, his pawsteps echoing throughout the vast, dark corridors. The only light came from the stars and the moon outside, but the beast continued on anyways, reluctant to carry a torch to where he was going.
He carefully sprinted out onto the courtyard grass, and made his way over to the main gate, opening it and slipping through without a sound, and closing it behind him. The figure let out a sigh, then lowered his hood that from under which a worn and tired face appeared. It was the face of Matthias.
As the mouse made his way across the grass and towards the open field, he looked up and the bright and twinkling stars above. They amazed him, they fascinated him, but that was only for one reason; she was there.
Cornflower had died about a season ago, and every night Matthias had made his way out to the field so he could look up at the stars, and wonder what it would look like when he finally made it there.
He sat down in the field, in the same spot where he and his wife used to spend their time alone. He tilted his head back, looked up at the stars, and asked the same question he asked every night. "Are you there?"
Matthias sighed, knowing it was no use. There was never an answer. He never expected to be. He just wanted to see his wife again, to talk to her, explain how he felt. The feelings that he had the day she died always seemed to want to burst out when he was here, to finally be set free from where they were kept. And they were.
Matthias let his tears run free, flowing in a steady path down the side of his face, dampening his fur as they followed their path. He always felt the need to come here when he felt like that.
There was just something about this place, something that calmed him. A warm and gentle wind began to blow as he sat there. It was just fast enough to help dry his tears, but also warm enough to stop him from shivering in the cold night.
The sound of the wind blowing through the trees reminded him of her. It was like her voice was trying to speak to him, to calm him down. It was the voice of an angel.
Matthias looked around at the field and the objects surrounding it. There were memories everywhere, and all of them reminded him of just how much he loved her, and how much she had helped out over the seasons.
Matthias knew that as always, she was there.