~Tyret's Last.~

[Fredfort (jens6851) 283]

Tyret

ignored the frozen cold breeze as it touched his face,

he kept staring into the tiny fire which was lit only a few meters infront of him.

He was sitting in a tiny cave, not larger than five kegs of ale in height and broad.

It was cold, as always, especially when that very cave was placed in the north.

 

Tyret coughed once again, he had been having this cold for too long now,

and it was tearing up his throat. He closed his eyes as the cough ended.

Blinking as he looked towards the cave entrance,

staring into the snowstorm outside, he was trapped..

Starting to ponder he slowly fell into a sleep..

 

One he would never awake from.

 

 

"Wasn't it humorous?"

A light flashed before Tyrets eyes as he imagined to wake up again,

something, someone was talking to him, from behind the veil of vivid light.

 

"Was it worth all the trouble?"

 

And in that very moment,

Tyret didn't knew what to do nor say. For once, he was actually stunned,

fearing what was about to happen.

Something he hadn't felt for an eternity.

 

 

Life is so fragile. Tyret had always been knowing that.

And it was probably that very fact that had made him survive, thrive and...

Stay "mentally alright. Just barely alright,

but that didn't really matter.

In the end.

 

Nothing mattered.

 

His mission, his Wihuns were long gone, every one of them were even dead or sitting on tropical beach with their lives changed. No one had truly given anything about the dream. About the goal.

And with a growing age of at least hundred on the backside.

Tyret knew.

He knew that he had grown old and grumby and that no one cared about him.

 

 

"TYRET WOLFGANK FARFOR!"

The light shouted louder than anyones ears could take, allowing Tyrets own eardrums to shatter as he fell onto the ground, hurting his back.

 

The blinding light slowly started to move forward, consuming Tyret and the cave itself..

He gasped in awe as he felt a thrilling sensation that went through every bone in his body.

 

His last breath slipped as he gasped and Tyret.

The one that had once been the mage killers fighter..

fell.

Only to leave few traces of his past.

 

 

 

"Never to rise again."

[MonkeyCoffee 516]

( :c )

[Sister Sequoia 438]

(( -waves to Tyret- I still have your specially crafted armor, so at least Menarra remembers you, even if she killed you and stripped the armor off your body x3 .  and Lillith will never forget the torture, so he'll be remembered, even if not well, always enjoyed the Tyret RP~))

[Wavejammers 328]

Erien violently hurls his dagger into a Great Oak trunk when he hears the bad news, and get's on his knees as he whispers silently to himself:

"I will achieve the goal You and I once pledged to finish, no matter what the costs will be"

[Lyuin 65]

*Although he has not heard the news, Huwel assumes the worse with the prolonged disappearance  of Tyret, he sits in a forest somewhere with a lite pipe in his mouth, the wind blowing leaves past his ageing face. He sighs and takes another puff of his pipe before tugging on the collar of his Trenchcoat*

 

"Never got to say goodbye really...Tis a shame, are we all really wasting away?"