11.
Epilogue:
The setting sun was shining brithly, colouring everything in warm shades of orange. Birds played in the sky, chirping happily. The wind kept lazily blowing around, sometimes playfully tossing someone's hair into his or her face. The bells were tolling loudly and near a singly grave were standing two figures. One of them tall, the second very small as a five-years-old child.
The two women stood there in complete silence for countless moments. The older one with dark blue hair stood a few steps away, staring at the grave expressionlessly. The little girl kept arranging the two bonquets they brought in always a new manner. After a while she found something craved into the stone. She started to read it silently:
Rest in peace my love
Even though I cannot see you
Hear you or feel your presence, my
Tears stopped flowing
As I see the
Flittering ligt of my last hope, which
Adds light to the
Ever so deep darkness which
Reaches into my heart
And calms me down. I
Utter my last goodbye to you
Our last hope still present inside me. I know
You've never left me...
Under the short poem stood a single decorated letter: R
(try to solve that cipher :)
ecorated letter: em stood a single aved into the stone. She started to read it silently:
.ents. been in vain.
