Volcanic Hot Newsletter/March '07 issue/10 Winter's Departure

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The following is a description written by Winters Hylian, unraveled on the 9th of March.

King Kostaja Kosunen was admiring the sunset at small hill outside city of Saler. Only a part of the sun was visible and clouds shined in their reddish light. A warm calm wind blow from the inland, city was settling for sleep. Suddenly Kosunen hears sounds from forest behind him. He turns and sees black shadow walking from forest towards him. As the shadow finally comes out, light reveals features of Winters.

"Nice evening," I say and walk closer.

"Indeed," Kostaja replies and turns around to look at the sunset again.

I walk to the right side of him and fold my arms. Minutes go without a single word. We just stare the sunset. I unfold my hands and turn around to walk away.

"You sure?" Kostaja asks and turns around.

I stop.

After couple seconds I turn around and look his face. "Look at yourself. You are almost 50 years old. I am just year or two younger in human scale as in your records states that my age is 44. And still I look like 16-years-old.

"And you know me. I am what I am and can't deny it, not now nor ever" I say.

"So... you wa't to leave a goodbye message to others?" Kostaja asks.

"Goodbyes are for dying people. But there is one thing you could do," I say and take my sword from my belt and hand it over to Kostaja. "Give this to Balance."

"Anything else?" Kostaja says and takes the sword.

"Yeah, one for the priests. Only good priest is that who hangs 2 feets over the ground," I say with a little grin in my lips. "For the rest... well. Say that my contract is over" I say turning around and walk back to the forest.

"Never say goodbye," are my final words before I disappear to the forest.

Kostaja stands there holding Winter's sword as he stares to forest. Warm wind still blows. It feels little warmer than usual. Grass slowly waves as wind blows and sun almost disappears to the horizon. It is so silent and peaceful...

Silently dusk arrives to Saler.

– Winters Hylian