His Triumphant Return, My Grand Funeral

Summary

The day Julian Blackwood rode into Veridia marked the day of my funeral.

At the mouth of Everglen Lane, our two processions, one triumphant, one somber, collided. From afar, I saw the young man I had waited five years for. He had finally returned. He had returned alive.

In that moment, I almost forgot I was merely a spirit, an ethereal whisper of my former self. I yearned to rush through the mourning crowd and reach him.