The Wanderer - Part Seven (Final chapter)

PART ONE (click here)
PART TWO (click here)
PART THREE (click here)
PART FOUR (click here)
PART FIVE (click here)
PART SIX (click here)


PART SEVEN
The next morning the sounds that once filled the shrine were vacant. The whishing sounds of the straw broom were absent, even the sounds of the earth being tilled in the modest garden were dormant. There were no sounds beyond that of the birds save for the sandals of a Priestess as she walked through the temple courtyard. Lovingly bundled in the pack on her back the two crystals gleamed in the sunlight. She left behind the shrine, the modest garden, the collapsed well, and the entire temple. Walking the forest path the purple flowers lilted down from the trees adorning her head. While hiking the path the Priestess stopped and gazed out into the woods, but she only saw trees. Her eyes, still crimson from the tears of the night before, drifted to the small patch of blue sky above her. She took a deep breath and steeled her self for the journey ahead.

There in the woods, beyond the trees where the Priestess had stopped, a man lay with a rusted sword, covered in purple flowers.

THE END


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