Oltin sighed as he finished his rounds. He stopped at the door and leaned against the wall.
It's been so long... if I could join them now...
He saw his wife's ever-smiling face, his son delightedly playing with a new fox mask... so long...
"You can join them now."
Oltin's spear would have been halfway through Nayru's stomach had she been solid. Her ghostly form smiled at him.
"Nayru... my lady," he stuttered, "goddess!"
"You are willing to die now," she wasn't asking a question. Oltin nodded anyway.
"So young," she continued, "are you sure you want it to end now?"
He heard his wife laughing, his son talking happily. He looked fearlessly into Nayru's sapphire eyes, "six years have aged me more than time itself could understand."
Nayru looked long at his ragged face, "if it were just your wish, I would not grant it. But I need a way into Life."
Oltin's heart leapt, "I would be proud, goddess."
She saw it in his eyes, and he saw it reflected in hers.
And then he breathed out slowly, rushing into the open, warm arms of Death.
