The sun broke through the lingering mist of Veilwood Forest, its pale light spilling across the quiet hills. The morning air was still, heavy, as though the world itself knew that sorrow had seeped into its bones.
Kelvin stood alone on a sloping hill just beside the forest's edge, his cloak brushing against the dew-wet grass. Before him lay a freshly carved stone slab, its edges rough yet reverent, placed over a mound of earth that seemed far too small to carry the weight of a man's entire life.
On the slab, etched with careful, steady hands, were the words:
"Bowen Fletcher. Father. Warrior. Fallen Pillar of the Pacesetters Academy."
Apparently, Kaelen told him about the news of his passing last night back at the academy and Kelvin honestly has mixed feelings concerning this.
