Tango, Where The Hell Are You?

[Eleatic 1033]

 

 

Enoch sits in the middle of a small cavern, looking around. He whistles innocently, looking around at nothing for a few minutes. The entry to the cavern had no signal of anyone soon to be entering, he sighed and puffed before calling out a good deal louder then necessary "Tango, where the hell are you!?"

 

It was the third week of the fourth month of the most recent year since the fall of Anthos, and Enoch had been alone. Tango was his student, or rather, his apprentice in the field of Earth Evocation. He had met the boy by coincidence during a walk in the remains of the old Elven Cities. They were quick to friendship, and indeed did Enoch adore the company of Tango (whose real name was Francois, though everyone called him Tango for some reason that the gods forget.).

 

As Enoch continued practicing his own magic through the years, indeed, through the decades, Tango had been at his side as a kindly friendship and someone to consider outside of the intricacies of whatever horrible thing his books had him doing next. Even after Enoch had tried to become a fearsome, manly warrior in the Teutonic Order (which ended up with him just running like hell and abandoning meetings to go smoke Cactus Green and do some Plebeian Magics), Tango had been at his side.

 

As he reached the epoch of his ability, or rather, as close he could without a suitable teacher(this being nearly a decade after the start of his learning), he was knowledgeable enough to teach the young man he had come to befriend the intimacy of the art. Tango had just made his connection to the void a year after instruction and he was making extremely slow progress. They had daily lessons, and Enoch was merciless in his training of Tango, and Tango returned the time and concern Enoch put in by being as attentive as possible to his teacher.

 

Today was their final lesson, Enoch had other matters that called his attention elsewhere(go, paragraph one). Tango was nowhere to be found. It was supposed that he had played hooky, but the day after that too had Tango gone missing..and the day after, and the day after, and the day after. Enoch might have wept, but instead he cursed a good deal of Orcish and Elven, after slamming a notepad he had with him to record Tangoes lessons on his hand. 

 

His good friend, Francois, or as some would call him: Tango, was gone. A mystery even after time has passed, and he was lost, and Enoch knew it was likely forever.

 

((I'll miss you, Freckledew, good luck old buddy. This is just a little goodbye to the best damn LOTCer I've ever known. :())

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.