The Vigil for the Fallen
It started three turns ago. We met in a cave, at Daniffen Pass, and there we made a resolution to fight. In less than a month, four of us were dead. We raised a toast to their memories.
Every year since, we’ve held the Vigil for the Fallen.
Every year, we have celebrated our accomplishments. The battles we’ve won. The lives we’ve saved. But every year, we must also honor those who fell along the way.
We light candles. Whisper their names. Remember their deeds.
There were eight of us originally. Last year, there were three of us left.
This year, only two.
It’s just us now. Even still.... we’re not alone. Where once there were only eight, now we’ve become dozens. Scores. Hundreds.
Sometimes they stay. Sometimes they leave. Sometimes they fall. We write their names on candles.
They aren’t gone, though. The names on these candles, the names we now carry on our hearts, are never really lost. As long as we keep their memories, they live on. We carry their legacy.
Every one of us fights for the same reason - we have something here worth protecting. Some of us may lay down our lives for that cause, but our lights will not go out. So we will continue to fight.
Fight we must. Fight we will. As long as we’re here to make sure the sun rises, our lights will not go out.
