Twenty Years

Dryn stood in the graveyard where it had held the departed ones he had loved. To his right was his parents and to his left was Agreis. For twenty years now, Dryn had lived. His mind wandered to the times he had lost them. He lost his parents close to the age of thirteen due to an Angmarim killing them and causing their home to go in flames. He lost Agreis after being disowned by his adopted family for being too “wayward,” remembering clearly of how he had died. Dryn shook his head. He lost much over the years. He had experienced things and had proof to show it. Yet he still had a home. He still had people to come back to. He needed to look on that side of his life rather than the things he had lost. He smiled a bit before making his way out of the graveyard.