Fallout is Dragons
Art by PuppetRhymes
The wind blows slightly over a dusty broken road. There are a few ruined carriages sitting in the road, lonely and abandoned. If one could peel back the layers of dirt blown onto the road by the occasional wind storm, they might find the bloodstains, gruesome reminders of a tragic event. Then again, they might not. It has been a while. A little ways of to the side of the road, under the shade of a long dead tree, sits a trunk hood sticking up through the dust. While time has weathered the writing, a simple inscription is visible.
“RIP Whispery Winds”
Beside the makeshift tombstone lies a note. Unlike its surroundings, it seems this note was placed here only recently. It reads as follows.
I don’t know where to begin. It’s been so long. I wanted to come more often. I really did, but I just couldn’t. Too many bad memories. But, I had to visit one more time. I know you can’t read this, but I guess it just makes me feel better to have written it. You see, I’m leaving Whisp. This time I won’t be coming back. I’ve tried so hard to forget. Celestia knows I tried to move on, but I just can’t. I find myself thinking about you every day. I can’t help but wonder if it was worth it. I’m sure you’d tell me it was, but then again you haven’t had to live the last 20 years constantly haunted by it. It’s just not healthy. I need to clear my head. Maybe if I go far enough away, start a new life somewhere else, I can finally move on. Probably a hollow hope, but it’s pretty much all I have left to try. I’m desperate. As soon as I’m done paying my final respects to you, I’m leaving for the Dragon’s Maw. It’s quite the trek, but I’ve found a caravan that’s heading down in a few days time not far from here. This may be my last visit here, but I know we’ll see each other again someday. All I can do till then is survive, just like I always have.