The Wanderer's Grave

[Captain_J_Ultra 18]

In the forest, who knows where, a man in a mask kneels by a grave. The grave has a name. That name is Vallakai. It says "May he rest, for once." The man in the mask has no name, really. Not anymore. These woods are tall, and hold much not seen by man. The wanderer offers a prayer to whoever is above, and ask them to rest this man's soul. He walks away, perhaps not to be seen. He wears the bronze mask, hiding his bluish-green eyes. If he is ever seen again, it shall not be for years, and not where he was before. He is the wanderer, the hunter of monsters, and the bowman. Nobody knows this man, they think. But he knows them, and the last words to escape his lips for quite a long time are "I'm sorry, Cold Wind."