Death.

[KUSHerZombie 222]

   Maxwell, when walking around, is currently being seen with overly puffy red eyes and nose, tissues always on hand. Things as small as a tree will upset him. He just found his best and only great friend dead in his own home. Maxwell remembers the day clearly.

   It was awfully sunny, and he was about to go to the tavern with a friend of his. He went to go ask his best friend, Kyro, if he wanted to tag along. 

 

  When Max opened the door, he was horrified at what he found. Kyro's head was face down on his desk and his body in the chair. No sign of breathing, or injury. Max ran over to Kyro and grabbed his body, and tears began to form on his face. Kyro was a smaller guy, more of a boy than anything. Only 24 at his age of death. Kyro knew all of his deepest secrets. And he took them to his grave. He was a loyal friend.

    Maxwell weaped as he ran over to Leuvaarden, carrying Kyro. to share this tragic news with Corvo. Another orderman. Maxwell began full on crying, and Corvo tried to comfort him, but it didn't work. The truth is, Kyro was more than just a friend to Max. He was a brother. Not like, the order brother, but like, born from the same mother, brother. 
 

    Yet another person who he had become good friends with that died. He must be a curse, or a bad luck charm, for it seems everybody he is around is doomed to death or insanity. He cried some more, but he knew he must stay strong. Kyro would want him to. 

  Max knew he had to have him buried. Kyro was a good man. He had his flaws, but a good man, none the less. He had to take charge with the funeral. Kyro would have a proper burial. Corvo suggested that he found an examiner to find out who did this, but Max said no. "He was always a man of mystery. He would want it to stay that way." is what he said.

 

 

  Why did this have to happen to him all of the time. What did he do to deserve this. He was not a great person in the past, but he is much different now. More mature, and more aware. Max had changed for the good. He did not understand why he deserved this punishment. He was convinced that he was worse than a plague. That for some reason, he didn't deserve close friends. He shook his head and sat at his study and began to cry.

 He thought about suicide, and went so far as grabbing a blade and placing it by his wrists. It would be so easy. He thought. Just one movement, and it'd all be over. He added. I don't even deserve to live. But he decided not to. Kyro would want him to live. He would want him to keep strong.

 What had become of Max, was horrible. He could barely speak without bursting in to tears. When walking around, he'd randomly start crying just from looking at trees. Kyro loved climbing trees. He was so good at it. He thought. When ever he would see something cool, he thought: I wish Kyro was here. He would've loved this. Maxwell slowly leaked back in to the world of depression. He had been there before, and it was horrible. Depression made him impulsive, and being impulsive made him blood thirsty. I can't do that now, though. I'm a better person now. Killing people is wrong. I can't do that. He thought in his moments of doubt. I have to stay strong. 

 

  One week after Kyro's death, Max knew he had to start working on the funeral. He was a little better, but not much. He handed out funeral invitations.

 

 These are hand delivered to all men of the order, and a few friends.


   How he died, that is beyond Max, but he can do nothing now. All he can do now is mourn his death.

 

 

      Rhaid pob Dynion Marw
 

 

((Translation: All Men Must Die))

 

[KUSHerZombie 222]

((Update: Since server is being a butt, funeral is gonna be moved to tomorrow at 5 PM CST. Peace! ))

[Gunner 775]

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