What will become of my dear friend/Where will his actions lead us then?
Fiyero too was dreaming.
A graveyard at gray dawn. A young women with flowing white hair, dressed for mourning. Her voice clear as a bell as she drifted through the cemetary.
"You were once my one companion, you were all that mattered," she sang in the growing light.
Nor's voice was filled with such sorrow it nearly eclipsed the beauty of it. Nearly but not quite.
"You were once a friend and father, then my world was shattered."
He'd have given anything to reach out and touch her. Hold her, let her know everything would turn out alright.
Wishing you were somehow here again, wishing you were somehow near
Her voice was soft and soprano but clear against the silence that mostly prevailed.
"Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed somehow you would be here."
Fiyero stepped closer, watching her make her way deeper inside the graveyard.
"Wishing I could here your voice again, knowing that I never would/Dreaming of you won't help me to do all that you dreamed I could."
He followed behind, restraining himself not to do anything rash. You want to help but all you'd do is make it worse for her, he told himself.
"Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental, seem for you the wrong companion, you were warm and gentle."
He nearly lost his resolve just now. The unshed tears plain in her agonized voice. He stopped following and struggled to regain his composure.
"Too many years fighting back tears, why can t the past just die!"
Her voice had grown loud and strong and his doubts on her character and ability were erased. Here was someone worthy of the Kiamo Ko.
"Wishing you were here again knowing we must say goodbye..."
Her grief had altered her life, nearly shattered it. But the Tigelaar strength was apparent in her. A formidable enemy to his enemies, she would be. A worthy heir.
"Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try!"
He couldn't help himself now, throwing caution to the wind he hurried to close the distance.
"No more memories, no more silent tears, no more gazing across the wasted years."
She dropped into a kneeling position and rested her head on the gravestone, weary and grief-stricken. Strong and elegant, like a lily touched by winter frost. Or perhaps sculpted in stone. Yes, that was truer to the point, he decided.
"Help me say goodbye.../Help me say goodbye!" Her final words ringing across the empty landscape.
He came up behind her and kissed her hair where it was parted. "Wandering child, so lost so helpless, yearning for my guidance," he sang softly to her, to himself.
The words seemed to float on the air. Startled, Nor raised her head and looked wildly around her. "Daddy," she cried.
But there was no answer. The fleeting hope crushed, she withered to a shadow of her proud self. She dropped the flowers on his grave which was at her feet and walked away, feeling heavy with the weight of her grief.