Chapter One: Falling of the Snow
"My light, my slowly trembling light; you did not deserve this end. If you can hear my words from the eternal plane, I promise I will not let your death be for nothing." He whispered on his knees and kissed the frozen lips of her love for the last time.
He got up, started looking for a torch to ignite the body to fulfill her last wish. But no torch was to be found in the room.
So he took the matter into his own hands by casting a simple fire spell.
He wanted this spell to be powerful so he moved his left hand upto his heart, to the source of his power. He smiled, "It's funny,you always loved the snow and the cold but wanted to be ashes in the end.".
He wiped the three teardrops off of his face and said: "I guess this was your way of showing me the great irony of life."
Temmil crashingly knocked on the door and shouted "Arkhan,The Riders are coming we have to go!".
Arkan put his sword in the scabbard attached to his back and opened the door.
He took a quick glimpse inside to see her turn into white flames and ash.