Gone
Alyss remembered that day all too clearly.
'Alyss,' said a softly crying Halt. 'Will has passed on. He sustained multiple wounds while he was defending his friends. I am really sorry Alyss. We all tried our best.'
Alyss remembered walking backwards till she found a chair. What was going to happen to their 3 ½ year old daughter now?
'Alyss, we will take care of you, no matter what happens.' Said lady Pauline in response to the obvious distress on Alyss' face.
The day after, she found out that she was pregnant.
9 months later she had a new baby boy to feed. Little Will was a healthy baby boy. Born, just by chance, on the day when her husband had died.
'Mummy, why are you crying?' asked a 5 year old Will.
'I was remembering your papa.' Her daughter looked up in surprise. Mamma had never talked about papa before.
'But why are you crying then, mamma?' se asked.
'Because today was the day when I found out that he had died, 5 years ago.'
'What was he like?' asked a curious Will.
'Like you in many ways. You are a splitting image of him. He had a horse called Tug and a bad habit of worming into trouble. And back out again.'
'How did he die then?'
'On a mission. Something so small, so petite that it need not be mentioned.'
'Oh.'
Alyss stood up off the rocking chair, placing little Will, who had been on her lap, on the floor. She then went and answered the door, to find the sad faces of Halt, Gil and Horace.
They went inside without a word and sat around the fire. Outside the snow just fell harder.
'Alyss,' said a softly crying Halt. 'Will has passed on. He sustained multiple wounds while he was defending his friends. I am really sorry Alyss. We all tried our best.'
Alyss remembered walking backwards till she found a chair. What was going to happen to their 3 ½ year old daughter now?
'Alyss, we will take care of you, no matter what happens.' Said lady Pauline in response to the obvious distress on Alyss' face.
The day after, she found out that she was pregnant.
9 months later she had a new baby boy to feed. Little Will was a healthy baby boy. Born, just by chance, on the day when her husband had died.
'Mummy, why are you crying?' asked a 5 year old Will.
'I was remembering your papa.' Her daughter looked up in surprise. Mamma had never talked about papa before.
'But why are you crying then, mamma?' se asked.
'Because today was the day when I found out that he had died, 5 years ago.'
'What was he like?' asked a curious Will.
'Like you in many ways. You are a splitting image of him. He had a horse called Tug and a bad habit of worming into trouble. And back out again.'
'How did he die then?'
'On a mission. Something so small, so petite that it need not be mentioned.'
'Oh.'
Alyss stood up off the rocking chair, placing little Will, who had been on her lap, on the floor. She then went and answered the door, to find the sad faces of Halt, Gil and Horace.
They went inside without a word and sat around the fire. Outside the snow just fell harder.