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Grieving is a sin, though that shouldn’t it do.
It yearned for it's dear friend’s presence. Over, and over again.
Have now the little wind wisp ascended forth, a heavenly official even for one who truly doesn’t have it’s own form.
Though resulted of taking it’s friend’s, may he once knew how much it truly misses him.
The hard work that the friend had during his rebellion against former Archon, Decarabian. He have always wanted to see the birds soar in the sky, and it wanted to make that come true.
But at what cost when his friend can’t even see them with his own eyes?
The adaptations of the present world was no new to him, have he birthed from the wind that knew a thousands of secrets and thus, a wind spirit was born.
And now have he took the shape of his departed friend, wishing to hold the lyre the same way he did.
The same sounding melody, one he treasured and cherished for most of his life.
It’s always been the music that always ached him, longing more of him. He wanted to be there by his side, ruling over the nation they’ve defended together.
How long must he wait until the next incarnation of his dear friend’s life? As the Archon he is, he hoped to find him for as long as it takes. Even if it cost him his immortality, his life, his very existence.
If he ever be reborn again as a wind spirit, he’ll gladly ride the thousand winds just for him to be with his dear friend again.
Even if he waited for all his immortal years, he would remain patient and loyal to him and forever him.