The afterlife was boring. Despite the fact that she had been grateful for death at first. It had been an excuse to get away from the wars. But now she missed it. She missed protecting those she loved. She missed the way the Light surged through her. The way it felt when she successfully blocked a blow.
But more importantly. The afterlife was lonely. She was so cold, and so alone. Why her spirit lingered to her grave she didn’t know. It was a rather nice grave. Her friends, those she loved had buried her here. Her shield half in buried in the ground, the purple gem that had been nestled in the center was dirty and lacked the luster it had when she polished it. There were several gems laid out, grass grown over them. There were other knick knacks. It seemed she had long forgot about them. Scarlet, now deactivated laid frozen in place lying next to her grave. Her friends and loved ones put her in the ground. One last thing they had done for her.
When the words were spoken, Alyndrah’s spirit was surprised. It had been a long three years, but she knew the voice. The paladin had given her life to save the strange elf and despite the fact she hadn’t known him all that well, she didn’t regret it one bit.
She wasn’t sure if Xander could hear or even see her, but nontheless, she put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, I died the way I wanted to. Protecting someone who would live a long life.”