Role

Chapter 12

Brother,

we sit here in Emerald Forest, our home, always near to the three dug mounds
at the Heart of the Forest. We always sit near your grave, with our back to
the other two. They do not deserve our attention, but they will always be
here with us.

As we sit here, the leaves on the trees turn from green to a strong yellow
then a ripe orange and brown. They fall and then they reappear as young
budding green all over again. It had been a wonder that had excited our mind
for a very long time in the past. But now.. we have to force ourselves to see
the leaves and the Cycle. All that we can look at is the earth that is
covering you.

We are not well, Brother. Our heart is broken, our soul hurts. We keep
dreaming, and in our dreams you are still there with us. Sometimes, we even
get to enjoy our freedom, and run carefree in the tame woods, as children
ought to. We miss you Brother. We miss you.

We had gotten tired of the voices of all the spirits talking to us
incessantly. With time, even a madman learns how to cope and ignore his
madness. But we do not do that any longer. We keep listening, more attentive
than ever. Always straining, searching to hear your voice among them. Talk to
us, Brother. Since you are gone, we are nothing but a half of a beating
heart, straining and hurting and bleeding.

We had thought nothing could ever come between us. Yet here she is, Brother.
Death, cruelly separating the one whole. Wherever you are Brother, wait for
us! Wait! We will be together before long.