I wake up, the Sun shining straight into my eyes - not too bright today. Never one to linger in bed, I stand up, letting out a yawn as I stretch my muscles a bit. Remembering last night, I decide to check on Dreamspeaker.
I leave my hut, nodding in greeting to the guards on shift, and proceed to his. As I enter, I find only the cold corpse I left him with, untouched, undisturbed. Looking around, I can't see any of his belongings - as if he'd just packed everything up and left. It can't be...
I storm outside, asking the guards if they've seen him - no, they haven't. I order them to check every hut, which they swiftly do - finding nothing. I knew he was upset, but I never expected this, never expected he would betray us like this.
Still not wanting to believe what's happened, I return to my hut, telling the guards that I am not to be disturbed unless he returns. I sit down on the floor of my empty dwelling, trying to gather my thoughts, to control my anger.
Why did he leave? We gave him respect, we gave him whatever he asked for, though he never asked for much, selfless as he was. Why didn't he say anything? Surely we could've worked things out... Or perhaps not - if he thought our differences were that great, he wouldn't have listened to reason. Considering last night, that would seem possible, even probable. I just wish I could've seen in advance that the situation was this bad.
Hours pass as I try to comprehend what happened, to avoid thinking about the inevitable, but I know only too well what must be done. Finally I stand up and leave my hut, finding my pack gathered there, silently waiting for me. The Sun is already setting - I have no choice, he made it for both of us.
Thus, I declare: "From this day on, Dreamspeaker shall be considered an outcast." There are silent sighs and growls - no doubt they had expected this. With a wave of my hand I send them away, and then return to my hut to grieve the passing of my old mentor.