Rikash Moonsword
Died: Immortals War
It's hard for a person to admit they are dead, it is harder for an immortal. Something that isn't designed to die, all immortals will die eventually, battle, birthing, an accident, but they do die.
It wasn't as bad as Rikash thought as he sailed over a clearing by the palace in Corus. He remembered it from when the dragons led them there in his final days. The war was won, that much was obvious, Tortall was still there.
He didn't know why the gods chose this day to free Rikash temporarily from his death, letting his invisible form fly on equally invisible currents.
Humans filed into the clearing with baskets of food, laughing merrily with animals circling around their feet. At the center of the mob were his favourite humans, Veralidaine Sarrasri and Numair Salmalin, "Veralidaine Salmalin" a voice corrected him, looks like they had finally gotten together, about time.
The stormwing alighted on a strong tree branch just as a small girl ran out of the mob and ran to look at the wolf pack on the edge of the meadow. She is a good pup and she's grown, very good. The wolf leader spoke.
She was definitely a wild-mage, Daine's daughter; well she was married to Salmalin. That whole family would be weird, guaranteed. He turned his head back to the crowd of people now in the middle of the clearing. Daine held a small bunble in her arms, obviously another child.
Everyone started talking suggesting names, for a son. Daine whispered something in Numairs ear, he smiled back at her "He would love that." The mage told her. Daine smiled and announced "His name is Rikash." Everyone in the meadow cheered, clapped the couple on the back and the women cooed at the little boy, passing him from arm to arm.
Rikash realized he was smiling uncontrollably; they had named their oldest son after him, a high honour indeed. He flew out of the tree and landed beside his friend, trying to see his namesake, no one responded to his arrival, not even flinching from the smell normally emanating off of him.
Of course, he was dead no one would see him again; not in the mortal realms at least. Sarra and Kitten ran through the grass, Sarralyn was obviously just learning to walk as she stumbled in the dirt, chasing Kitten.
Well maybe he wasn't completely dead.
