The day was the same as every other day in the Dominion. As it usually did, the rain did not falter, even for a day as one like this. Friends, enemies, acquaintances, the rich, the poor, the famous and the infamous; they all carried on as well today. Only the Wardens were present at the site. Their faces were grim. Their scars, deep as ever, matched the way their hearts sunk. Their armor held as resilient as they ever have, holding off from the onslaught of the rain. Their swords were temporarily joined with their friend - barely buried into the ground. None spoke, for they all wished to preserve the rhythm of the rain. Not even their oldest friend, of silence, had joined them. No matter, for death waits for no man or weather. Minutes passed as years on a man did. One of them knelt down, dropped a red piece of cloth, and walked away. Another carefully placed a battered hilt into the grave, the blade broken from some war fought long ago. One by one, they dropped their trinkets into the pit, knowing, like their friend, forever lost into the abyss of dirt and soil.

Later, there were only two. They both knew they long overstayed for even the rain had departed. Silence, had returned once more - but not for them. Without uttering a single word, they both knew it was time, as it was his. He would not be alone, they also knew. A piece of a flag that burned a red from a war long ago, now battered and faded, accompanied him. A piece of the blade that once sliced through the air ringing Glory, had also remained for protection. Finally, his last companion had arrived to blanket him for his long journey.

The two men walked off, traveling right when another has gone left, knowing one day their paths will no longer be divided but conjoined once more ~

I am retiring from Civilizaton Experiment...

Under the name robbylynn12. Hope you enjoyed the writing, now I must do homework and get unbanned lol.

I am now under my usual IGN, TheGreatBolesby.