As the velvet moon rose to bring in the new day on the land of Azul, Bandarias wiped away his last tear. He swallowed one more gulp of grief and determined in his heart to persevere with hope. He began to dream; a reverie of a bright future with love and family vaguely soaked into his imagination like winter frost on a window pane. Nevertheless his broken heart, over the loss of his dear brother, weighed him down with inescapable dread. He could only wonder how he could manage to notify Garnella, his brother’s beloved wife.
He turned from his place in the desert and began his arduous trek to his brother’s mansion to reveal to a precious woman that she is a widow. He languished as he traversed the barren planes. The waves from the pulsing velvet moon harassed him while he stepped repeatedly as with a ball and chain. When he neared the infamous Nevergreen Forest along the way, he noticed red droplets in the sand—crimson drops that looked like they could only be blood. This raised a haunting suspicion in his mind, even though this territory is known for its wild predatory creatures. He decided to follow the drops to see where they led. As he walked along the murky paths amongst the damp trees and swamps, he began to hear what sounded like heavy breathing in the distance. A trembling panting of breath mingled with weeping gasps. This all compounded into an ominous curiosity and shocking fear. He couldn’t help but think that he could have inadvertently stumbled into the presence of his brother’s murderer.
He followed the sound of the frantic voice, knowing that the person was inevitably hearing his steps approaching. This would put him at a major disadvantage in the event of a confrontation, but he was too curious and furious to care. He was willing to die at this moment, because to him he had already lost his life; his brother. One more step. A bead of saline sweat slides into his eye, increasing his anticipation and raising his heart rate all the more. One more step. “Stop right there!” A crackling voice shouted. Bandarias’s eyes widened with confusion as he was surprised to hear the voice of a woman. “What have you done?!” He replied. “Leave now!” The voice yelled back. “Leave now, GO!” “Noo! Tell me what you have done!” Bandarias screamed with desperation. “Just go!” The woman shouted intransigently. Bandarias was unwilling to come this close and turn away, so he began to run toward the voice. “Noooooo!!” Screaming with rage as he ran, he was bewildered in this moment. What he found was beyond comprehension or any expectation.
He came to a beautiful woman holding a curved, rusty dagger painted red with blood. Her face muddled with dirt and dry blood. Downward streaks leading from her eyes from streams of tears. Her mouth was quivering and her teeth chattering. Bandarias dropped to his knees with his mouth agape, eyes filled with acrid drops. He was stunned; whimpering.
It was Garnella.