[ For Auld Lang Syne ]

[Milly]

D I S A P P O I N T M E N T

It comes as neither an explosive announcement, nor a mystery. As Mikhail awaits the appointed day and appointed hour, things grow somberly quiet within Vdalion.
And yet, from the innate decay and destruction caused by the settling of a Death Magi... Things begin to grow once more upon the mountain.
It comes slow, at first. Things that people may not realize. Dead trees which have lost their bark suddenly begin to heal, and the
smallest inkling of winter-based flowers and grasses spring up from beneath the snow in a struggle against the more natural order of life itself.

It's only when rumors persist that Lydia Dominic has not been seen upon the mountain shortly after her run in with Aphrosian forces does the truth 
truly come to light.

She's disappeared. Her apartment sits idle, even if a bit dusty.
The shrine to Athelios remains, remenants of dried blood and old candles still present.
A spider curls down from a rafter upon a silken thread, hanging there menacingly as spiders often do.
Perhaps it's Homer, Lydia's prized pet.

The more one spends within the humble abode of the Death Magi, the more they realize...

She's gone and she isn't coming back.


Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,

and never thought upon;

The flames of Love extinguished,

and fully past and gone:

Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,

that loving Breast of thine;

That thou canst never once reflect

On old long syne.