One elf walks behind another, having heard that he could help a friend of hers.
They stop in a cave, the second elf telling the first that the friend is coming.
They hear a noise, a sword being drawn.
The first elf turns.
A wraith stands above them, sword in hand.
The elf draws his own.
They fight, sword against sword, life against death.
The wraith's sword strikes true, the elf falling to the ground.
He turns to his companion, tells her to run.
No use.
She was already dead.
Dead at heart, serving the wraith, who laughs at his folly.
Broken hope, broken heart, broken world.
All ending with a broken life.
R.I.P.
Virdius Liadon