To be reborn...

I rubbed my eyes because it felt like I was gazing forever in the distance. When my vision became clear, I soon realized that I was reborn in the afterlife of neither living or dead.

In my wake, I was surrounded. Surrounded by my friends. Friends who came to past but never crossed the hidden barrier into the afterlife. Our headstones were laid close together knowing we’ve met our fate in the end. Even in the end our circle of friendship was never broken.

So until then...I will sit here during the first moon, say my peace, give my respects, and go on until they cross into the afterlife.

Well…time has passed and I’ve seen at least a dozen who have crossed under the first moon. None are familiar to me. I should feel sad yet I can’t. Not that I was holding back but this new me is different.

I wanted to wait some more but I was compelled to walk away. I’d looked back several times as if one of friends would suddenly appear and we’ll be united again. But this feeling, which I can’t describe with mere words, grew less and less. I soon walked further away never looking back…again.

-Chrodee

My no-longer played Undead Warlock when I first created him many moons ago.