HEROES MAY DIE
As of late, thoughts of Vallhea had ever so slowly been ebbing away in the Friesian's mind, being replaced with his own worries of the World's Edge. The ones he had met thus far were kind and openly accepting of him, and he couldn't wait to get to know them more. Despite this, though, there was a void deep within him that he wasn't sure could ever be filled. The very space that his love for Bran had once filled.
On this day, Destrier had found himself clambering up the steepest of hills, an adventurer's spirit keeping his feet ever moving. He was not sure exactly why he had wandered from the Edge, or what he was even looking for; perhaps nothing, and at the same time, everything.
"Listen to you," came the steed's thoughts as he neared the lip of the hill, sending a hundred tiny rocks rolling down the length of it,
"You've grown soft." And, maybe he had. Or maybe, he was simply hurting for comfort, as much as he didn't want to admit it.
Finally he had scaled the incline, and what the narrow path had opened up to was simply beautiful. The Friesian stood in silence for a moment, allowing his dark eyes to take in the scenery. Here, the grass was the greenest he thought possible, and the clouds seemed as though they could touch your back. There is a dense silence settled over the land, but it is opposite the sort that makes one uncomfortable and on edge.
Just as he began to venture deeper into the heavenly land, he spotted a familiar figure not far from him. It was the whitening body of Tor, the mare he had met on the western beaches of Helovia. They had shared many words, many thoughts, and she had been a common subject on his mind since their departure. She looked as if part of a painting, her form melding into the blue sky settled behind her. A warm smile was impossible to keep from his face, and picking up into a smooth, even trot, he closed the space between them rather quickly.
"This is a lovely place," he spoke up, hoping that he hadn't startled the pale maiden,
"I wasn't expecting to find anyone else up here."
BUT LEGENDS ENDURE
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HP: 66.5
