Naaros Rising (cont')

Lone Wolf sat in the Healers’ Ward holding the lifeless hand of Autumn Rain. It was a small room--one of ten set aside for those who required especial attention by the Kai physicians. Now it was empty saving Lone Wolf and Autumn Rain.

The sheets had not yet been changed; three layers were soaked through with the Supreme Master’s blood. Her auburn hair was matted upon the pillow. He had personally closed her eyes. . . forever.

Why did I let you go? he wondered. Was I overconfident? I never had the chance to say. . .

He brushed a few strands of stray hair away from her forehead, and looked into her inanimate face.

I never had the chance to say. . .

He stood, suddenly angry, and threw open the door. Outside, Storm Raven jumped as the heavy oak crashed against the wall. The Healers shied away as the Supreme Master strode fixedly down the ward, his shadowed eyes full of wrath. The Healers and the Mentora silently watched him depart. None moved to follow him.

The day continued with Lone Wolf shut up in the Tower of the Sun. He refused to speak with anybody: not even Sun Star could approach. The day’s three meals were left outside the door. Two were never touched. Within the Study Chamber, Lone Wolf immersed himself in the problems of the world.

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