The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Every wolf that Mercury had ever known in his childhood had become lost to him. So many names and faces that they were often a blur in his memories. But there were some that he held onto tighter, through as the years past he found himself doubting if he truly remembered their faces. Their voices. The way they had moved through the world, and lived their lives. He scattered black sand through the kindling and bowed his head, whispering quietly. ‘Mother, Father, I will see you again one day.”

He lifted his head, and stepped back, so he could help Artorias finish any preparations that needed tending to.


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