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The chill wind make Jeran's fur stand on end.

Strange, he thought to himself, it wasn't this cold a few minutes ago...

Shivering slightly, he headed into the thick of the forest. It was getting dark now, but he pressed on until he came to the graveyard. The same ominous feeling lurched in his stomach as he headed towards Rose's grave.

Hers was set apart from the others by a bit. Her grave was several yards from the rest of the tombstones. Danner had never told him why, though it was not for lack of asking. Jeran felt another twinge of guilt at the thought of Danner. He had torn apart their friendship, and it was not going to be easily mended... or so he thought.

"Jeran?"

Apparently, Jeran wasn't the only one paying regrets to the dead that night. He spun around to find none other than his Wocky friend, kneeling at his sister's grave.

"Danner? What happened?" Danner quickly moved his arm behind his back, and ignoring him, stood up and walked briskly past. Jeran placed a paw on his shoulder, halting him in his steps.

"Danner..." Jeran said softly, "What's the matter?" Danner said nothing, but turned around to face him. His brown eyes were leaking tears down his face and onto the wood floor. He turned crimson and looked down.

"Come." Jeran motioned to an overturned log a few feet from Rose's grave. "Let's talk."

Danner bit his lip, but reluctantly moved over towards Jeran. He turned away so Jeran couldn't see his face. An awkward silence followed.

"Danner, I-"

"You're going to tell me that I shouldn't have broken down like this," Danner said hurridly. "I'm a knight, not some sissy guy."

"Danner, I'm your friend. I'm not just your General."

"Yeah," He said, "So I guess you blame yourself for her death?" Not waiting for a response from his stunned friend, he added, "It was my responsibility. I was a fool for thinking I could go off to war and leave her back at out home village. Ever since our parents died, I swore to take care of her. I promised to give her everything she needed."

"Everything she needed," Jeran repeated quietly. "But what about the things she wanted, the things she didn't get, the things she died wishing for?"

Danner hung his head. "So," he muttered, "I guess we both a few regrets. But, Jeran," He turned to the Lupe, looking him in the eye, "It wasn't your fault." He shifted uncomfortably, then hastily added, "Hey, you didn't tell me why you were out here."

"You didn't either."

Danner blinked; dumbfounded.

Jeran grinned. "I'm glad you're back to normal, Dan."

He just turned away. "It's getting late. We had better go."

"You go on." He watched his friend walk away, head low, his hands in his pockets. He then turned to Rose's grave. The familiar inscription was worn and faded; the tombstone was cracked straight across the words "Broken Inside". Jeran ran his paw over the words, trying to hold back his tears.

Then, he heard it. A mournful song was floating above the trees, the voice seemed to be in great agony.

"Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
'Isn't something missing?'

You won't cry for my absence, I know
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?"

Jeran's fur stood on end. That voice was familiar... but it couldn't be. Scrambling to his feet, he hurried to follow the voice. It seemed to be wafting from that same grove that the battle had taken place years before in. He shook his head.

"No, it can't be... I'm imagining things..." Still he followed the voice..

"And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something?"

And, there, in the middle of the grove, was a white, misty figure in the shape of a Wocky. Her clothes were tattered and worn. Slowly, she turned to face him.