I'll never leave you again | Angor Rot

Anoana woke up with a dull headache. She slowly parted her eyelids to squint them again a moment later, when her eyelashes stuck together she gently moved feeling the soft moss on her stony skin, which saved her from the pain in her joints and spine. She looked around the sewers noticing that she was completely alone

She lifted herself up on her shoulder forcing her eyes to fully open which was not easy through battered eyelashes and dizziness. Finally fully regaining her sight, she forced her dazed body to stand up slightly slumped to the side as she misplaced her body weight in an attempt to get up.

The sleep spell still worked on her, but not as strongly as before her steps at first not very sure and shaky like a child just learning to walk turned into sure steps as she caught a foothold on the wall leading up to the slimy walls of the sewer.

She came out of the Angora hideout where she had been put to sleep and immediately headed toward the Trollmarket. The knot of nerves in her stomach made it do flips. As she took more steps, the sleepiness subsided and the determination to reach Trollmarket as quickly as possible grew, speeding up the widow's steps.

The widow's mind worked slower than her movements when, after blinking, she found herself at the second entrance to the Trollmarket. She bypassed the empty space where the auger should have been located.

She walked as if on autopilot without paying attention, to the families who were mourning the loss of a member. Thoughts swirled like an unformed hurricane, in the dream that appeared in her head after Angor tricked her into sleep prompted her to go to Hero's Forge ignoring Vendel who was still dressing the wounded or Toby, Claire and Indunn mourning the loss of Aaarrrgghh.

She felt the last bit of Angor slowly extinguish in her soul as the last of her strength led her right there to the place where Angor lost his life. She rushed into Hero's Forge as if chased by a herd of wasps

She stopped like a wreck seeing the shattered rubble and at the very top was embedded Angor's dagger the same one she owned. They handed the same one to each other when they were young Angor was too shy to ask about the relationship so he improvised by making the daggers as a declaration that he loved Anoan and wanted to be with him for the rest of his life.

The steps of the widow were uncertain the closer she got to the rubble - Oh - She choked out a weak sob as she fell to the ground and then touched the cold gray rock - No, no - she sobbed and tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she began to rummage around

Her hands rested on Angora's head gently lifting it over the remaining parts of her deceased husband - Oh, Hestia has lost you - Anoana whispered gently touching her forehead with that of Angora - Why didn't you follow her - She added more quietly closing her eyes tighter and tears dripped down on her petrified husband

- You should have been helped," she whispered, "Maybe you would have lived and maybe even recovered your soul," she whispered and sobs tore her lungs apart. She tore her forehead away from Angor's petrified head, which expressed surprise and had no right eye, gently with her thumb she began to stroke his cheek and the lung-splitting screams still refused to release the grip on the widow's vocal cords putting her under even more tension

- I was not worthy to take your name - She confessed - I was not worthy to possess you - Her voice stuttered she realized that he would not even hear her, but she still possessed a hint of hope that it would happen nevertheless, that Angora's soul would manage to hear her crying

She gently set his head down in its place as she still sat in front of his petrified corpse. She stretched her hands out in front of her folding into a small boat watching her soul form with a small particle of Angor's soul. At least that's the way it should be-two little soul particles dancing with each other, however, this was not the case