The Death Of The Bee Druid

[mitto 2312]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-38obR4rep8

 

[A note covered in blood and water drops hangs from a tree below a beehive]

 

I am far too young, but in the end Nature has its calling.

Who would've thought that like I bee I would die young too?

It's funny how much nature can reflect who we really are on the inside.

I have had many important things happen to me in my life,

I am so grateful for all those who have helped me on my path.

I am so sorry that I have to leave you all, but I cannot stay anymore.

I'm tired of waking up, having to try and remember who I once was.

It hurts to pretend to be the person you once were.

I am weak, i have hurt people that care a lot about me, I am so sorry.

I wish I could be the person that I once was but he's dead now, I 

have to join him, please don't be angry.

 

I am so sorry I have to leave so soon, everyone who has impacted

my life, please have my regards.

 

To the druids, continue on your path. I must leave you now, like a

tree that wilts and dies, another will grow in my stead. I always

wanted to be a guide, sadly I never got the chance but it's okay

I am sure people even greater than me will step up instead.

 

~Bee Druid, Ker'vuln Ibar'ker~

 

[The note ends here, though specific people have had different notes

pinned to their doors]

 

[Ker'vuln lies dead in his bed, he died in his sleep.]

 

To: Isabella Ibar'ker

 

Thank-you for all the fun times, I am sorry most of all that I have to go, please don't hurt yourself because of it, you need to take care of Katelynn while i'm gone. I am sorry I started smoking, it was the only thing that would ease my pain. Please be safe, you were the best part of me I ever had. I will love you, forever. 

 

To: Taynuel

 

Thank-you for being the best friend I ever had, you were the first to make me feel at home with the druids. In my whole life I never met someone quite like you, follow your heart brother, you'll go far. 

 

To: Veren

Thank-you for inspiring me, you are wise beyond your years, despite being silly. You'd probably want to beat me up right now, but for now, good luck. I hope you become the guide you always wanted to be. 

 

Ker'vuln died of a brain related problem, he kept it secret from the public. Those who roleplayed with him would notice his forgetful behaviour, irritability and other assorted problems. As he progressed he began to lose his old personality and for the longest time he pretended to be his old self. In the end he came to terms with his condition and laid out his regards. His time is over.

[ThumperJack 927]

Norik the Mountain Druid chuckles from the grave "T'ey all follerin' meh now."

[Huh 91]

Eliza lays a daisy down in memory. "Don't let death sting too much, brother Bee."

[Eranikus 348]

Taynuel sighs softly, standing over the grave of his fallen brother. He looks down at a jar in his hands, a crimson ribbon around the mouth. After a long silence, he sets the jar down in front of his grave. It seems to be filled with honey from the very bees Ker'vuln had nesting near his house in the druid city.

 

"...Goodbye, my brother..." he says quietly, pulling his cloak tighter around himself and heading home, his ears drooping.

[Wyvernbane 252]

Veren's expression is one of pure shock as he reads the letter, his emotions slowly fading into a sort of void. He looks at the grave for a whie, before turning and walking off without a word.

[The Elder Eye 101]

Varyon secludes himself within his treehouse, crying,

he thrusts himself into even more drunken grief.

"H-he was too young!"

[≧◡≦The Orchid Druid≧◡≦ 41]

As Izzy slowly walks to her Room in the Druid housing, she notices the note, and quickly reads over it. Once she finishes, she begins crying, collapsing to the ground in pain and longing for one more kiss from Ker. She would slowly rise after several hours of staying collapsed on the ground and just lay next to his grave, crying, trying hard to not hurt herself, trying to stay strong for their daughter. Izzy lays there, just waiting, like she expects him to just wake up from the dead and hold her through her misery. The flowers in her hair slowly die, as she sits there for days, not eating or bathing, wishing she could have saved him.

[Huh 91]

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