Memoriam

Fog consumed the ground as the male walked slowly across the moor. The world was embracing the season of Spring, and he was a lone wanderer. With unintentional quietness, the fog seemed to swallow him as well as the world around him. How long had he been gone? How long had he become separated from them all? He could remember these lands as if it were yesterday, and yet...it seemed so quiet and desolate. Where was Valhalla? Where was...Ashtoreth? Cador? Vaishya? Erani? He had been gone for so long, he had no idea that the majority of Adravendi's had, like him, disappeared and faded away. What about his cousin Syrinx? He shook his head, stopping in his tracks as he tried to find his bearings. The moor brought a sense of calm, the fog tendrils snaking around his legs as the mist coated his form. He felt like a ghost of his self, old and no longer in his prime. Blue eyes looked around him, and all he could see was the desolate, hidden landscape and the light that tried to pry it's way to the ground. He shivered for a moment as the chill of the fallen winter season was left behind, and the male would raise his head to howl. Where is everyone?