Rav was seated at the top of the tower, drowning himself in a bottle of ale. His dimmed scarlet eyes watching the sunset.
It was a beautiful sight, the orange color masking the cloud in a lovely hue, the faint sounds of birds chirping, and eagles in the distance.
Rav sighed heavily, shaking his head, and closed his eyes.
The final challenge was probably over.
The mere thought of it caused a tightening sensation to his chest. He ran his hand through his hair in distress, before taking another drink.
Fae ale was meant to wash away anything else and consume you with its essence, yet it did nothing to amend the pain in his heart.
"Why, Isadora, why?" he said heartbroken.
He had a chance to stop her, but she made her choice. He couldn't bear to see her go through with it, watch her throw her life away.
But sitting here… knowing she would die, was beyond anything he had ever felt. He had failed her, just like he did his sister.
