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26/10: End
He caressed the worn runes on the Lute absently as he reflected on what has happened in the recent moons.His face lined with weariness as the memories flashed across his vision. The shadow of a smile flashed for a second as he remembered her smile fondly. That one late night when they were standing in the rain, enjoying nature while the rest of the world was sleeping. His faced hardened as other memories flooded in, of the times when he tried to reach her, of the times when she shut herself out when she was hurting. His healing skills are useless when he couldn't heal one who did not want to heal, one who refused to be healed.
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14/10: Death
The hooded figure was breathing heavily as he leaned against the Tree. The two Guardians lay dead at his feet. He was not without wounds. The Cloak was tattered and smeared with blood, some of it belong to him. He muttered the word and willed a Minor Apotheosis on himself to heal the wounds. Then he kneeled down and said a prayer of apologies to Gaia for the death of the Guardians.He turned around to face the Tree. He could see Her within the Tree, caught in the never-ending nightmare. The man took a deep breath and swung his two-hand axe. It bit deeply into the bark. She shrieked in pain, yet still caught in the Dream. The deep groove started bleeding..
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