Lost

Theme: Aniron-Enya

Synithalon stood before the entrance of Arthas's tomb, staring at the heavy wooden door. The door itself was beautiful, made of polished redwood, and bordered with gold plating, inlaid with sapphire and diamonds. Even only a week after the Prince's burial, various bandits had already come and pried a few of the precious gems from the door. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, tickling Syn's face, forcing memories of better times upon her.

She remembered a warm Summer day, in Capital City. The sky was clear, except for a few sparse clouds, that swayed in varying patterns. She sat upon the edge of her windowsill, listening to the daybirds sing beautiful hymns of peace. The Orcs had been pushed back for the time being, and for now…there was calm. She breathed in, closing her eyes in delight at the smell of blooming Kingsblood and Mageroyal. She jumped as three loud knocks echoed through her room, and she looked toward her door.

"Priestess Synithalon, may I come in?" the voice of Prince Arthas Menethil spoke through the door. She jumped off the window, fixing her robes, and trying to smooth out frizzes in her hair that weren't actually there.

"Y-yes! Come in, please." She called, standing in the middle of her room with her hands folded in front of her. He entered with a kind smile on his face, his sea green eyes seeming to glow in the slight dim of her room. The Prince was dressed in a royal blue doublet, and black leather pants. His golden hair was groomed neatly, and cascaded over his shoulders, giving him the appearance of a young God.

"I apologize if I'm intruding." He said, bowing his head to her.

She smiled, shaking her head. "It is fine, Prince Arthas. You are not intruding. I-" she began.

He smiled with kind apprehension, interrupting her. "Ah, good! Then I propose to you this. The day is still young, and neither of us have any duties with which to conduct. So, would you mind going riding with me?" he asked, his smile confident, but his eyes nervous.

Synithalon blushed, a smile sneaking onto her face. "I…Of course. It would be an honor." She chuckled nervously, brushing stray bangs behind her ear.

He nodded, holding his hand out to her. "The honor is mine."

As she reached her hand out to take his, the memory disappeared, and she found her hand gripping one of the handles to the tomb. She shut her eyes tight, gritting her teeth. With a firm push of her arm, and a deep breath, she stepped within the tomb. She shut the heavy wooden doors behind her, setting her eyes on the slate gray stone that encased his body. To the left, slung Arthas's hammer, Light's Justice, and to the right, his Royal armor. Openings in the tombs walls allowed light from outside to shine down upon the beautiful pieces. Her silver eyes glowed brightly in the darkness, as she came to stand by the tomb, placing a hand on the cold stone and closing her eyes.

"Greetings…old friend. I came to say goodbye…for I have witnessed your death twice, and never got the chance. I-I'm sorry…" she whispered, finding it hard to speak without a lump jumping up her throat. She breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself. As the silence persisted, she opened her eyes slowly.

The Light within the tomb nearly disappeared as a cloud moved to mask to moon outside, and as darkness filled the space within, she felt as empty as the tomb was.

"You were still there…that whole time…" she shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers. She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned. Behind her, there was nothing. She furrowed her eyebrows, and moved to leave, but something jingled as she stepped forward.

Moonlight shined through the tomb once more, revealing a sight Synithalon never thought she would see again. A small bracelet laid near her boot, made of little white seashells and blue gemstones. Her breath caught in her throat, as she leaned down to pick it up. The very bracelet he had given her so long ago…

"H-How?" she half-whimpered, pulling the bracelet close to her heart. She could no longer hold back the tears, beginning to weep.

Her back tingled, and a sudden warmth enveloped her.

"Please don't cry…" a voice said, and for a moment she felt as if she were being hugged. She looked up, a tear rolling down her cheek.

There was a boy standing about a foot from the tomb's door. He was dressed in a blue tunic, and had soft golden hair. His sea green eyes smiled at her, before the apparation vanished with the sound of childish laughter.

She shuddered, her mouth hung open for a moment.

"A-Arthas…" she breathed.

She felt a slight warmth touch her cheek, before all sensation vanished, and she was left to the cool air of the tomb. She wiped a tear from her face, standing and clutching the bracelet tightly. She looked back at the tomb, smiling slightly.

"I will remember you…always." She spoke, before turning on her heel and exiting the tomb. She close the heavy doors behind her, sealing it shut and stepping back. "Farewell…" she whispered, before turning to her Skeletal Gryphon.

With an ear-piercing shriek, the beast took off, and as Synithalon looked down at the tomb from above, she thought she could see the slightest glimmer of Light, the face of her beloved Prince flashing through her mind…