BlackWolf07
Darius had followed, yet now layed in the branches of a tree, his face cracked in a small smile. Slowly he opened his locket, letting the tune flow out, than he was gone, walking towards town, the locket though still lay there playing.
Nobody stopped the bothered the man who sat high above them on the roof of some building. He had released that small fragment of the past, yet even still he could hear it in hus head..like a phantom that would never let him be at peace...So instead he parted his lips and began to whistle the same tune.