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Lucien was dead.
Killed by an ash arrow. Burned to dust. Torn apart by naga. Drowned by nymphs. There was little doubt about it.
It had been 10 years since anyone had last seen him, since that fateful day where he and Elain had gotten into a ... fight? Disagreement? Whatever one would like to call it, it was hardly pleasant and had ended in words that should've never been said. Mentions of past lovers long since dead and buried. He had subsequently stormed out without a second glance, but who could truly blame him. Hells even Azriel was left in shock after the cursed words had left Elain's mouth. And now he was gone with the wind.
Or at least that was what was assumed, for not even a trace was left of him. Not a breath. Wherever he was, one could only hope he was experiencing some semblance of peace or maybe happiness. Cauldron knows he deserves it.
However it was baffling. How could someone simply disappear like that? So much so that not even his two closest friends knew where he went. People he spent everyday with, had no clue. Nothing.
But maybe it was better off that way.