The Mourned
A Vastayan Fable
While hunting, a mortal caught sight of the Mourned. All day he tracked her, intrigue guiding his step. By sunset, he was close enough to fire. Curiosity flew from him at the snap of the string, but his shot was not true.
Yet he knew he was close. Across many days he tracked her, confidence guiding his step. Another sunset, another shot. Confidence flew from him at the snap of the string, but his shot was not true.
He'd spent so long on this hunt; he would not be denied. Across many weeks he tracked her, anger guiding his step. Another sunset, another shot. Rage flew from him at the snap of the string, but his shot was not true.
What was left, if he could not claim this prize? Across many years he tracked her, sorrow guiding his step. Another sunset, another shot. Sorrow flew from him at the snap of the string, and he felt his heart break as his arrow struck true.
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