Too Late to Save You...

 

I quietly closed the door behind me with a sigh. The room was oddly quiet, even while filled with people. I quickly got lost in the crowd; even these guards could have been smart enough to figure out the route of my escape.

I didn't belong here. My mere presence ruined the atmosphere. The mourners gathered around the tombstones of their loved ones, and yet I had no one. But then there was one tombstone that was left alone - perhaps we could give each other solace. As I stepped forward, the lines of the stone grew increasingly familiar. I've been here before.

I let my hands skim over the engraved name. It didn't sound familiar and yet at my touch visions of the man buried here flashed across my mind. The man that I've been searching for all these years. This grave belonged to my only connection to my past. Even now I was two late to save you. I came all this way searching for you and I lost. Even in my dreams, I always lost.

I turned away as something in me cracked. For the first time in years, a tear trickled its way down my cheek.

A new personal sketch! Obviously it's not finished - but the bones are certainly there [you know that you like block hands!]. I like drawing wavy/curly hair.

If I was to finish it I would fix the anatomy errors and straighten out the steps. And the squiggles are there for a reason - even though she doesn't realize it, she's faintly glowing with magic.

And those are a vase of dead/wilting flowers in front of the gravestone - if you were wondering.

The scene occurs in the middle of one of the many writing projects I'm working on. 

Anyways, you kind find more of my most recent sketches here: Deviantart Gallery!