Authors note: I'm back, hopefully this should keep you occupied, until I get the next chapter up at least. R&R please.
As the sun was setting over the mountains, in a small hanging valley, a campfire was burning, a tent had been set up a meter away, and someone was lying by the fire, watching the stars appear. It had been a month since he had retired from military service, and Karl Schubaltz was still adjusting to his new life, the lack of wind caused to smoke from the fire to go straight up into the heavens and out of sight. He sat up and looked out over the edge of the hanging valley, the moon had just started to rise, and the scene was changing, becoming bathed in the moons ethereal glow, the valley looked like a warped dreamscape now, but it was quiet, after everything that had happened two months ago, he was enjoying the quiet, but he knew it would not last long, it never did. As he watched the moon rise a distant memory came back to haunt him, Marishka, she had died 6 years ago to the day, and it was making him hurt more than ever inside, he wished he could have told her how he felt, he guessed she'd figured it out, but he couldn't be too sure, "I love you Marishka." he whispered to the night, he wondered what she would have looked like now, she'd have been 25 at some point over the last year, he shook his head sadly, and went to the tent, but an arrow thudding into the ground by his foot stopped him, there was a note attached, he opened it a read it: "Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Sugar is Sweet, and Death is too."