Final Word

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Waves crashed against the rock, eating away at the chalky white cliffs, the sun setting over the cloudy horizon, painting the sky a golden hue. The air misty, low fog rolling against the blades of the grassland. Wood crackled in a bonfire, the flames rising high. Sitting on stones surrounding the fire passing along a bottle of liquor throwing back the hard booze that burned your throat,

Kuruk sighed his hair frazzled, eyes puffy,  he spoke with his thick dialect "today was a lost battle"

"It was" Vicrul replied, sitting beside him, his green eyes were dim, passing the black bottle over to Trudgen as his hand took it 

"A bloody mess, and a bloody loss" he aid before throwing the neck back,

You sat alone to the side of the men,  your eyes were dry, burning from the heat, forgetting to blink, the bottle passed as you took it, wishing it was poison. Handing it over to Kuruk, he took a swig, 

"For Ushar. A good man, father, and brother. A man of intelligence and bravery"

The bottle was passed over to Kuruk,

"For Cardo a man of good intentions, a fighter, and brother."

Then again the bottle was passed to Trudgen,  "For A'plek a wise hunter with cunning wits a brother sure to be missed"

The men eyed you as you sat still, you blinked for the first time in what had been forever. Your eyes were dried out, your aching lungs filled with air, the bottle was passed over,

"For Kylo" you croaked. With nothing else to add, the men muttered

"For our leader Kylo"

You threw the bottle into the fire , as the flames rose higher in a short burst. The sun setting finalized the day.

You closed your eyes, shutting them tight surrounding yourself into darkness.

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