Forged of Flesh

"Kyra, where you go now I hope you will find what you desire so much. But remember always that there are two in this world who will always love you and think of you," Shaylene said in her soft sweet voice. "And know also that we will pray to Tallic and Talleen for you and ask that they grant you the peace you long for."

Shaylene's voice trailing away Elric lifted the wand and directed it's light towards her. As the blue glow touched her, Kyra felt a warmth spread out from her chest to fill her body. She felt herself lightening, not just a physical lightening, but a spiritual one as well. Kyra could still feel the crushing pain of grief, that great void inside once filled by Jarret's loving presence, but it no longer seemed to suffocate her heart. As Elric and Shaylene began to fade from her sight, Kyra felt a tear slip slowly down her cheek, the first tear she had shed since Jarret's death. And as the enchanted sleep began to settle over her, Kyra knew in her heart that her healing had begun. Though it would be years in coming, Kyra knew one day she would at last forgive herself for living after he had died.