There are times when I hate this world more than anything I can ever begin to imagine. When just to be awake in it makes every inch of my skin crawl.

When he called to me I went, why would I not..curiously he was naked which I commented on but it hit me what that meant. As Istood there watching him empty his bank and stuff things into my pack, instructions on what to give who and I couldnt believe what was happening. I asked him if he would be back, no he replied...I asked him why he was leaving...there was no real answer. He gave me things to give to her and I...what am I going to say to her? I asked him to stay so he could speak to her but he said he would write her. I stood in the bank and watched him..it's like I wasnt even in my own body.

I asked him to stay, he ignored it as if I hadnt spoken at all...then told me it was his time. I did nit cry then, it would have been wrong to. He asked me to take his hand and of course I did...I squeezed it gently and asked him to stay again...there was no need I am sure whatever it was we could fix it...again he ignored it..and I stood there and watched him fade into nothing...no fingers gripping mine ..just gone.

I HATE THIS PLACE

I remember when he first walked this land, I remember when the gods changed his name, I remember wathcing him climb ranks, I remember the day I saw him become a lord...I remember him, and I always will

To Xaphious...may all his travels be prosperous, may all his encounters be fun and warm and friendly....may he find whatever peace he was seeking.

May happiness ambush him at every turn.