It's really hard to believe that *I* would write something like this, given how easily i cry when reading sad stories...
It was raining, yet neither Jenna nor Isaac took any notice of it. It felt like only yesterday that Tyrell had broken the soarwing, so that he, Matthew and Karis had to go get a new Roc feather. Yet they were both aware that it's been so much longer since then. Much longer...
"I knew this would happen, but i couldn't imagine how painful it would be..." Jenna said, wiping her tears, oblivious that the rain made her action pointless.
"It is our lot in life. I'm sure the others feel like this as well." Isaac claimed, almost with a cold tone.
Jenna, enraged at his words, turned to face him with the intention to slap him, yet restrained herself when she saw his face. His eyes gave away that he had cried as much as, if not even more, than her.
At the sound of footsteps, they turned their heads to the source, seeing Garet walking towards them.
"I'm done over there. We really should get back to the cabin, Isaac, our duties..." He said. Despite his words, Garet had an expression that said he didn't want to go back yet, but he knew fully well how important their duty was.
"I know. We'll head back immediately, there's nothing more to do here anyway." Jenna and Garet nodded to Isaac, both agreeing. Regardless of how powerful adeps they were, being able to command the powers of nature itself, they were aware that some things couldn't be changed. And so, the three walked away. Jenna took one last look at the grave they had just stood next to, and read the words inscribed:
Matthew
A great warrior
A wonderful son
Damn, can't believe how much i cried writing my very own story, am i weakhearted or something? Anyway, my first story ever, so do forgive it for being so short and... detail-less.