Description
Jack stood in silence, a candle lit in his mouth. The warmth danced across his face but was unable to reach his heart. He look upon the white covering that concealed the body of the dead wyngling. "This one was found with no name." He had heard. "This one was found dead in its egg." He had heard. So many lives lost. This poor child died alone, with no one and no understanding of their fate. They didn't even see the sun.
The pink wyngling began to recite a song that came to him in the moment.
Oh lost child of the night
Weep no more
Oh lost child I hope
There was nothing worth living for
Oh lost child of the night
How tragic would it be
To have love and family
That you can never see
Oh lost child I hope
Your life was to be full of fury
So that lost child
Your death here is a mercy
The pink wyngling looked near the sheet to see a black bow tie. Did it belong to you lost child? Did a griever leave it behind? Jack donned the bow tie upon his neck as he held his candle. A symbol of honor he wore, in honor of the lives lost in this season of death.
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+ Pupils X
+ Accessory (217 words)
+ Baby Back Wings (2 weeks)
(+3 for BWP) 6/216