In life Karigan had been his sister-in-arms. In death she was this still.
A heavy sigh was his only outward telling of his emotions, Fastion and his fellow weapons lifted their comrade from one of the many coffin rests along the Avenue of Heroes. Their journey was far from over, and it was time they resumed it.
The moonlight shone down on them illuminating her face with a strange mockery of life. For one who had escaped death so many times, Fastion almost found it hard to believe that she was truly dead.
They laid her to rest with the greatest heroes Sacoridia had ever known. It had been many years since any had been accorded such an honor. The Black Shields agreed with their monarch; if anyone deserved this honor, it was Rider Sir Karigan G'ladheon.
He had guarded her as a warden, watched over her as a friend, and fought beside her as a brother. And one day, it had been his hope to protect her as his queen. But now that could never be.
Fastion left his dear friend in the care of his brothers and the caretakers and headed back to the world above. "Sleep well, Rider." As he turned to leave he could have sworn that he head hoof beats. Or were they wing beats? He looked back at Karigan, but nothing was amiss…must have imagined it.