I am sorry, Thaerondil. Sizaan is dead.
"Z-Zaan?" he squeaked. The mer had been so kind to him. Who would want to hurt him? He hadn't spoken to Zaan recently, and suddenly he wished he had. He wished he had given him more hugs, talked to him more, hung around him more. Just be there more.
But now he would never be able to, and it hurt. Zaan was dead...












