It seemed like a dream, that day. Even I, the most stoic, emotionless, useless knight in the whole of Kinkan Town shed a tear the day when everything I knew just upped and disappeared.
I stood at the cold stone marker, tears dripping off the side of my face and landing on the freshly-turned earth.
I felt dead inside, my soul was sucked into a black hole of nothingness, and yet I still felt the pain enveloping every part of my being.
My name is Fakir and just three days ago, my best friend and love died.
The name on the stone is illuminated by a flash of lightning: Ahiru
Knock, knock. 'Nobody home…'I answered silently.
It's been five years since Ahiru's death, I tried so hard to forget, to just suppress everything and move on, the only result was a headache and long forgotten memories.
"Fakir, please answer, it's Mytho." 'I might as well…' Fakir stood up from his abstract thinking position on the bed, rumpling his sheets (not like he cared) and opened the door obstructing the view of one of his most trusted friends, Mytho, or better known as Prince Siegfried.
I couldn't look at him for fear of stabbing disappointment or even pity, so I opted for the floor.
"Is there something you need, your majesty?" Wow, even my voice has changed for the worse, all scratchy and worn like an old record. Mytho just stared with piercing gold eyes at my lanky form, and even then there wasn't much to see. I had not eaten nearly as much as I should have; there was no one to remind me to eat anymore. My eyes had sunk in, my skin hung off my frame like curtains, and my face no longer held its stern lines. I was sorry to say that I just let go of myself, I had nothing else to live for.
Mytho's eyes shone with worry and he reached out a hand to place on my shoulder, "You can't do this to yourself, Fakir, she wouldn't want you to. It's been five years; don't you think that you've mourned long enough?" I made the mistake of looking into his eyes, "I want to stop, Mytho, but every time I turn around it's like I can hear her again. She used to be the one to get me to eat after spending all morning writing stories. I can still see her tripping over her own feet." By this time, silent tears were sliding down my cheeks just as they did five years ago. Mytho seemed at a loss for words, his hand sliding off my shoulder to rest at his side. He turned to leave, but not before whispering, "She would've wanted you to be happy…"
It was fairly windy the next day, the trees bending and moaning.
I shivered and pulled my cloak tighter around me. I would rather not freeze and die, facing Ahiru squawking at me for the rest of eternity.
A sad sort of smile made its way onto my face at the thought of Ahiru quaking at me in anger, that's exactly what Ahiru would have in mind.
My feet carried me on, to where I didn't know. It seemed that maybe they were carrying the rest of my sorry excuse of a body to my destiny, or maybe that destiny just happened to be lying on the ground with a broken wing and it was all just some twist of cruel fate. Too bad I no longer believed in coincedences…