Gramp’s Journal – Chapter 16
Excerpt
Parish said the
poison was spreading faster than ever before. What normally took daymoons was happening in hours. Denegrille
said Shadeyla’s magic was getting stronger with every
passing.
“Wrenwah will see spirit realm soon,” said Oble Tere.
In sadness Trey Tere said, “Wrenwah will see a
warrior’s passing true.” Feeling guilty I walked away from the conversation.
Parish joined me and said this was not of my doing and I said it was all
because of my walkabout.
“No,” he replied.
“Many passings ago Wrenwah
lost his wife and son. They were attacked on a stone gathering and he blamed
himself for not being there. With nothing left he just gave up but when you
came he found purpose again.”
“Still, this
walkabout is the reason for his passing,” I said.
“Yes,” replied
Parish, “but Wrenwah sees this as a way to join his
loved ones and you have given him the way to do that with the honor a warrior
deserves.”
“It still doesn’t
make me feel any better,” I said.
“Only time can
heal the wounds in your heart,” he said. “They will forever remain but they
will heal.”
Wrenwah led the way again and though he kept looking worse
no one said a word of it. Walking along each of us grieved in silence. I
wondered if there really was a spirit stone that could help even those
supposedly death could not release to the spirit realm. I only wished there was
and we had it right now.
Sliding his hood
completely over his head Wrenwah stopped and stood
perfectly still. A moment later he called Denegrille
forward. After a few minutes he handed his staff and a small pouch to Denegrille. Denegrille rejoined
us and said Wrenwah was saying his goodbyes. He did
not want us to see him now that the change was happening. Handing the staff to Tibberon he said Wrenwah wanted
him to have it now that he was ready.
Taking his own he
held it tightly aside Wrenwah’s and lifting them both
above his head he began to chant. Wrenwah lifted his
hands and began to chant as well. Suddenly a flash of light shot out of Wrenwah’s hands and into the staffs. Instantly they merged
together forming a new and larger one. A glow suddenly appeared surrounding the
staff and Tibberon.
A minute later it
subsided and lowering the staff Tibberon said it was
done. Looking a little confused I asked what had just happened. Parish said it
was a transfer of Wrenwah’s power allowing Tibberon to control the new staff much easier. Then Denegrille handed the small pouch to Tibberon
and whispered something I couldn’t hear.
Shortly
afterwards the staffs were lit and Wrenwah led the
way once more. Hunched over a little he slowly moved along with both hands
drooping to his sides. Bogs appeared and hopped alongside him. Croaking in
sadness a few times he stayed with Wrenwah for a
short ways before joining us.
Wrenwah held his hand up and gestured they were back and
once again preparing to strike. I saw two on our right and another on our left.
Spotting Wrenwah ahead one let out a loud howl and
quickly they turned and began moving towards him. Suddenly one took off running
and leapt over the mur at
him.
As everyone
readied their weapons Denegrille said, “No.”
“Wrenwah has chosen to make his passing,” Tibberon said.
“How can we just
stand here and watch?” I asked.
“It is what Wrenwah wishes,” Tibberon
replied. Quickly reaching upwards Wrenwah grabbed the
darkmoor and used its momentum to send it into the mur. Another leapt out with
another following it. Again Wrenwah grabbed one and
easily tossed it aside, but the other, landing on Wrenwah’s
back immediately sunk his teeth in. Wrenwah made no
sound as the blood quickly stained his cloak. Taking hold of the darkmoor Wrenwah flung it off his
shoulders and into the mur.
No sooner had it landed and another leapt out. Sinking its teeth deep into Wrenwah’s throat its raised claw swung quickly downward. Wrenwah’s head suddenly fell downward as the blood
trickled. He staggered about as the darkmoor lashed
at him over and over. I buried my face in my hands as the tears ran freely down
my face.
“Now,” said Tibberon. My eyes looked up as a flurry of weapons fire hit
the darkmoor. Falling lifelessly to the mur Wrenwah
took the lifeless darkmoor with him. Flashes of light
shot upwards as the mur
began taking them under.
“Our fren has made his passing,” Oble Tere said softly.
“May he find the
peace he was seeking,” said Parish.