ROSE:

Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose

Badrang tasted his own blood from the three hits with the loaded sling. He threw the mousemaid like an old doll, roaring his rage. As the legendary battle between he and the warrior finished in his demise, those soft hazel eyes closed peacefully for one last time.

Will I ever see thee wed?

Her spirit, aching with love for the world out of which she had just passed, floated like a mist up to Dark Forest Gates. Rose turned around and brushed away a spectral tear as she heard those echoing words: "Rose, we could have chopped the sycamore down with this."

I will marry when he comes

She walked through the Gates, but not before whispering into the swirling mists: "I'll wait for you, Martin. No matter how long it takes."

Yes, when he comes



Ding, dong, ding, dong

The soft April sun caressed the dying Warrior's body as he lay on the grass just outside his Abbey. Turning his scarred face with considerable effort, he wondered how it would go on without him. These thoughts were whisked away as though some great paw was waving smoke out of its way. Martin found himself standing outside of the Dark Forest Gates.

Wedding bells on an April morn

The mists cleared before him, and he saw a mousemaid with beautiful hazel eyes standing before him, young as ever, with her paws outstretched.

Join your souls at the Dark Forest Gates

He moved towards her, almost unwilling to believe it. But as he crossed the threshold, all hesitation was abandoned, and they ran to each other, united at last, forever.

At the Dark Forest Gates.

"I waited for you, Martin. I waited forever."

By Clara Sparra