I waded knee-deep into the bay where a simple fishing boat cradled her body. Gray hair encircled a face forever frozen in tranquility, yet a sword lay upon her breast.
A few hundred watched from the shore. Thousands would mourn her, yet few would truly believe. She was a protector, a war hero; of her life, songs were already sung.
Surely the heavens could not need her as the people of Gildaresh did.
But alas, even legends must die.
And so, my tears like rain upon the water, I gave the boat a gentle shove and watched the current bear her away.
Somewhere, just beyond that far horizon, the sky meets the ocean. As she sailed toward infinity, I imagined I saw her rise, and step from the boat, and take her place amid the clouds.