You changed right before my tear engulfed eyes.
I had little warning.
If I would have known, I would at least said goodbye...
...and I care for you; always.
Why didn't you speak to me before you left?
I know you had little time but...just one word.
To let me know that you would be okay.
Your blood-red eyes looked at me with uncontrolled emotions.
I need you too, Amberle. I truly need you.

What must we forget Amberle?
How close we became?
How much we care for each other?
Explain to me...

A tear fell from Wil Ohmsford's eye, and onto his cheek. His hands laying upon the trunk of the Ellcrys. "Amberle..." He whispered, almost to himself. Suddenly, he herd a voice from inside his head. -Wil...- He stood upright. It was Amberle's! "Amberle!" He shouted in atonement. -Shh... do not speak Wil...I am here.- Wil couldn't believe it. It was her! It was Amberle! Shocked, he smiled. Amberle...he thought. But there was something different about her, her voice.

Moments passed without any other reply. Did she leave him already? Then, he saw a picture in his head. It was Amberle, she was sitting on the banks of the Mermidon, her brown hair blowing in the wind. She look up and her eyes seemed to meet his, as if she was there. She smiled. "Don't forget...I care for you." Were the last words that Wil Ohmsford ever herd of Amberle Elessedil.