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Obi’Sooth.
A name that falls so lovely from my tongue, but leaves such a bitter taste in the mouth.
The bitterness does not stem from resentment, but from longing.
The longing to be reunited, to once again look into their beautiful eyes that sparkled with such vitality.
The very same eyes I was so very lucky to be able to gaze into nigh-daily.
Those eyes, extinguished.
Extinguished, in no small part, due to my own actions, my naivete.
In the blink of an eye, Zamorak had torn not just a content asunder, but my own heart.
I had never at that moment wished more that I’d killed someone before things went too far.
No sooner had the dust started settling, that I flew as fast as my wings would take me to our home.
What remained of our home, anyway.
There wasn’t much.
His prized flowerbeds, always so lush and filled with multitudes of colors, left as blackened stains on the ground.
Our modest home – perhaps even then too lavish for Obi, but one we had compromised on, reduced to mere cinders.
Though I spent hours, days, weeks, searching through the scant rubble, I found no trace of him.
Not his beautiful eyes, nor his hearty laugh.
Not his beautiful greenery, nor his ambrosial cooking.
Not his simple writing, nor clothing, nary a feather nor bone.
Nothing.
I sat tarnished, lacking will, defeated, for weeks.
Not only had I lost my Obi, but I had failed my people as well.
Guthix found me not long after that.
He'd asked me to leave.
Not just me, all the gods.
I couldn’t disagree.
Though I left willingly, it shattered me completely to do so.
The thought of never again seeing him, not a trace, was almost more than I could bear.
Now, that I must leave again…
I want for nothing more than to be able to spend my last minutes where we were together, happy.
Curled around each other in our home, enjoying a warm fire on a brisk autumnal day.
The smell of his cooking permeating the house, which I’d never pass up a chance to eat, even though I didn’t need to.
Infinite cosmic power, and still, nothing to do but mourn my loss.
But I live on, and guide my… our… Obi’s people, to help ensure the mistakes of the past are not repeated.
When the small purple fox came to told me my time was short, I was almost relieved.
With a final, silent goodbye, I spread my wings, and left for bluer pastures.
Tears in my eyes, I carry him with me, always, though I shall never gaze upon him again.
My final ode to Obi’Sooth.
My love, my heart, my soul.