Zee sat on the rocky outcropping overlooking the city, deep in thought.
Tie's sword rested against his shoulder, the warm steel radiating through the fabric of his coat. Not too far away Te'el was weeping, and Zayde was listening to him, facinated by the sound of it. He had been weeping for nearly six hours now, and Zayde found himself incapable of leaving while he continued.
Part of his heart wondered why he wept so much, and the other part knew. Because the other part knew what it was like to be cast out of Heaven, and remebered how it had wept night after night thousands upon thousands of years ago, when it had happened to him.
Something within him wanted to go to Tie, hold him, take his pain away, while the rest of him just wanted to keep listening to the sound of his weeping.
A whisper of regret passed over Zayde's face Was it right for him to have lead Tie into such suffering? What had he done? Now Tie would be forced to take his place amoung the living, the 'cattle'.
Zee shuddered, Tie was better than that. He pulled himself to his feet and fingered the warm steel of the blade. He nodded to himself, and knew what he had to do. He could listen to that weeping no more, he could bear the burden of Te'el's fall no more.
He threw the sword over his shoulder again, and walked over the hilltop to find where it was Te'el had fallen to . . . and to end his pain.
I've finally finished this series, and I guess I'm real sad to see it go . . . and it's such a sad end *sniffles* . . . but such is life, and now I have to find new models and new things to photograph. I have really enjoyed taking these, and loved the characters. But all things must pass, and so they do. Thanks to everyone that helped with this; Niccie, Mike, Gryff, Lou, Joe and BWRPS, anyone else, you know who you are. =)