Submitted: 5 September 2000

Goodbye Friend

by Teamarie Wolfone

She sees a stranger standing before the grave of Marcuso Callohan, War Mage..... he bows his head in prayer....... touches the inexpensive stone.... he closes his eyes as if absorbing a mystic power....... He turns and walks away..... slowly he turns as he walks, his clear eyes damp...... he smiles and nods and he tosses a single feather to the wind..... amazingly the feather comes to rest amongst the single rose that lies at the base of the stone..... In a hushed voice he says "goodbye dear freind..." with that he stolls over the hill to the west.... his long white hair gently catching the cool falls breeze.

Softly picking up the feather she places it in her pocket whispering "I will never forget".