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White Lily in the Rain
Vanyel stood among the rest of the Heralds and watched as they lowered Tylendel's body into the ground. The rain splattered against the cloak he wore. Lightning flashed against the sky and lit up the faces of the Heralds, a white flash of light. Then it grew dark again. Vanyel reached his hand to his heart. His hands slipping on the wet cloth. He gritted his teeth and bowed his head. A wind blew by and lashed the cattails. Vanyel's hood fell and the rain fell to hit his face. He closed his eyes and lifted his head to the sky. He couldn't tell which droplets were his tears and which were the sky's. He bowed his head again. His black locks clinging to his shoulders. His body shook with the tears he cried.
The Death toll rang. Slowly they lowered Tylendel's damp body into the ground. Vanyel watched silently, tears leaking out of his eyes. The Heralds and their Companions walked away from the site to grieve in their own manner. When only Savil and Vanyel stood there, watching, just watching as the people began to throw dirt onto Tylendel's body.
Eventually, Savil left as well. Until the only person who stood there was Vanyel. He just stood there and watched. By this time the people had been done burying Tylendel and all that was to show was a mound of dirt and a grave marker. In his hands, Vanyel held a white lily tied with a white bow. Vanyel reached into his cloak and took out a piece of paper. With it and the lily he put it on the grave. Vanyel turned, black cloak billowing behind him and walked away.
The water splashed onto the paper. It blurred the inked words written there.
I only met you a year ago,
The times have passed us by.
The change in me has really shown,
That you and I can fly.
That love I have for you,
Will never falter in the least.
The love we share is shining true,
And never will it cease.
Now you've gone, left me behind,
Come back I beg of you.
You've disappeared, I've lost my mind.
There's nothing I can do.
Tylendel. Come back to me.
Don't break the promise you sealed with me.
Vanyel turned and looked at the mound distant through the rain. His scarf untied and flew through the wind to land at the mound of dirt. His cloak flew around him. The black locks stuck to the nape of his neck. The rain dampened the white scarf. Rain droplets rolled off the petals of the lily. The poem stuck in the mud. He closed his eyes. "I'll never forget you. Tylendel, my ashke." He turned and walked away.
From Yours Truly. Say it's a New Year's eve present okay?
NightTreader