The moonlight danced through the trees and caused a faint glow in the garden beyond . It was silent here, deep in the forest nothing made a sound, for this land was filled with unease . In the backyard of a little abandoned cottage, a man sat, leaning back against the stone .
His eyes were closed, it being so late one could imagine he was fast asleep . His chiseled chin and warm light tan skin glowed in the soft rays that filtered down to him . His black hair pulled into a high ponytail falling over the back of the stone he leaned on . In his hand was a cup and beside him a bottle .
AdvertisementHis stormy blue eyes opened lazily as he stared up at the little of the sky he could see here . Verone's heart heavy as the scene replayed over and over in his mind . Her dangling in that tree . How many times he wished he had stayed and fought to free her . His biggest regret was following orders . His lips parted as he sighed .
"I know you're disappointed in me, Old friend . How could I be so careless . She warned me… he wasn't ready . Now . . . now she's gone and I can only pray she's okay . " Verone whispered, his voice rough with the emotions he has been holding inside . He took another swig of his drink, still focused on the stars . "What makes it worse is some people think I did it on purpose . They think I wanted her position… what a joke . If it wasn't for her I would have left this clan years ago . " he shook his head . The silence never responded but… the words needed to be said . If for no other reason, so they would stop bouncing around his head and paining his heart .
The only answer he received was the soft caress of the wind dancing through the garden . The shadows seemed to close in and blanket him at first . Moments passed and he began to wonder if the drink was getting to his mind .
When he glanced at the stone beside him, he saw a shadow beside him . A familiar silhouette that he hadn't seen in years . For a moment he thought he saw familiar face turned to him a cracked a soft smile . Phantom hand reached out and tousled his hair, or at least for a moment it felt like old times . It must have been a trick of the wind . 'Yeah that's it, the wind . ' he thought as a odd calm began flooding through his system .
His breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep next to the stone . Kendrick sighed as he watched the troubled boy sleep . How he wished he could tell the boy it wasn't his fault . He did his best . . . Kyera was a woman of her own mind . A protector of her people as they had taught her to be .
"You know father will be angry?" Keenan pointed out appearing at Verone's other side . His shadowy form acted as a protective frame as he leaned back looking up at the sky . It had long ceased to be odd to sit so close to their once living bodies . Kendrick shook his head slowly, glancing at his brother with a eyebrow arched .
"Oh? And what about you? I doubt you had his permission before you came after me . " Kendrick replied with a knowing grin . Keenan laughed leaning his head back against the cold stone .
"No, If I am to be completely honest, I never realized you had come to begin with . I heard his confession and figured someone should be here to hear it . We owe him that much . " Keenan replied and the bothers both looked at Verone sleeping between them, sadness drifting in small waves from their spiritual forms .
"We left him a mess, didn't we?" Kendrick asked with a shake of his head, and Keenan nodded .
"Yeah… We did . Come on . We need to get back before we are missed . He will be safe here . " Keenan replied, trying to be the responsible one . He knew how much Verone and Kendrick had bonded all those years ago . Now they were forever separated in body, but the bonds of brotherhood were hard to break and even death's cold knife sometimes failed to make a clean slice .
Chapter end
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