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A/N: This one is one of my favorites, despite what happens.
I've got let's see….two or three more of these done, but
they're still in my notebook at this point…anyways, enjoy.
She stood there, staring at the gravestone, unable to feel anything but her own tears. Nothing but her own grief penetrated her mind.
It just wasn't fair. It wasn't even a rebellion among his own people that had killed him. He'd been killed by outsiders. His death was pointless. There was absolutely no reason he should have been killed. The lower city had been more at peace than it had during the last two hundred years, while he was the Rogue. He'd been the Rogue for a little under two years, a short time for a Rogue in their day. Now, he was gone. Now there was no piper for the song.
Beka Cooper stood there, her eyes fixed on the engraving – Rosto the Piper, A Rogue to be Remembered. The song had ended, the notes were scattered, the music had ceased. Rosto was gone, dead. He wasn't about to come back and surprise her; his song was ended, his life was done.
The worst part, she thought, is that I never told him that I loved him…
A/N: Review, please! And if you have a suggestion for the next one I should write, PM it to me, I'm always open for new ideas.