He continued with his story and then pausing as he stared at his watch "It's late, we'll continue tomorrow." Then sending the boy off to his parents so that they might return to their home and rest.
He stepped out of his own small home, the evening heat of Daendroc hit him with relentless force as he walked around to the side of his house and moved to kneel next to a pile of stones that rested in his make-shift garden. He dipped his head and let out a loud sigh "Today was good, Annalie." He took in a raspy breath "I've still not had the heart to tell him what happened."
Minutes passed in silence before he leaned in and placed a hand upon the rock pile "I don't have the heart to tell him that I failed to stop them." He continued with tears falling gently down his cheeks "I know he won't forgive me for what I did, but I did my best to look after you and I'm doing my best to look after him now as well."
He let out a cry "He's been writing letters for me to send to you, I can't hang on though." His tears formed faster, falling unto the stones and leaving small droplets upon them "I can't keep lying to him and I can't keep on lying to myself." A long period of crying passed before he fell asleep aside the stones, curled in a ball for the rest of the night as he spent his last night in Daendroc with her.
In the early hours of the morning, he was awoken by a sound of crying and the voice of the young boy from the night before. He quickly lifted himself from the ground and moved to wrap an arm about him "Every letter I've been given to send to her, I've read to her; on this very spot." He reached into his coat and revealed a small book from within, of which he handed to the boy "It is now your turn to read to her, I'm afraid you won't find me here again and-.. For that, I'm sorry."
