Erik listened as several people approached and spoke, some he knew, others he did not. When they were finished he returned to the potium, "It is now time to say goodbye. And to my friend I would say it the way I have in the past to those closest to me. It is something my father told me long ago, I feel it fits with Alexei." Erik drew his favorite book from his coat. It was pocket sized in his hands, a lite blue cover, originally a story book, but now a note book too, the added blank pages used as notes to life itself for the Ala Mhigan. He found his page and read, "I believe that when we leave a place, part of it goes with us and part of us remains. Go anywhere in this place when it is quiet, and just listen. After a while, you will hear the echoes of all our conversations, every thought and word we've exchanged. Long after we are gone, our voices will linger in these walls for as long as this place remains. But I will admit that the part of me that is going will very much miss the part of you that is staying."
Erik steeled himself as he shut his book. He looked down for a few moments, then lifted his eyes to the assembled, "And the part of us that stays will indeed miss the part of you that goes Alexei. Good Journey my comrade, my friend."
Erik steeled himself as he shut his book. He looked down for a few moments, then lifted his eyes to the assembled, "And the part of us that stays will indeed miss the part of you that goes Alexei. Good Journey my comrade, my friend."
~The End~
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