Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

- How did the story really end? - 

This that the question that plagued Wraen's mind, while she followed Arcturus tracks. Unable to deter him from leaving, when they had met at her home, she had decided to break away from the set and comfortable path of her fate and head into the unknown. 

Her mind kept returning to that story she had told him all those months ago. About, how a single decision can change the course of one's entire life. And whether it was possible for another to interfere and shift it away from the path of doom that was obvious to everyone except to the hero itself.

Arcturus had decided to take on the dragon itself, but you could not win it by brute force alone, you had to be smart about it as well. And Wraen really wished that she could hammer that truth in the thick skull of her friend's - what he was going to do was anything but smart. It was suicide. It was murder. 

She lamented the fact that she had not volunteered to go with him earlier. He probably would not have let her to do so. Yet she followed him still and only later would she wonder, why did she think it was so important. Many people had come into her life and left just as easily, she had accepted it as something that just happened.

And yet... the very thought that Arcturus could leave like this as well was unbearable. Aside from Maia she realized that he was the only other person her heart clung to so fiercely. Therefore she could not stay and let things unfold. Give up without even trying to interfere. To change things for the better. 

Wraen stopped briefly at the heavily scented borders of her former home. Moonspear. Then she pushed aside fear and cowardice, she trespassed and followed the trail Arcturus had left, until she caught sight of his form and then that of another. "Arthur, please," she called out to him, out of breath. "Don't do that," she came to a halt few feet behind him, her eyes trained on him, silently pleading to come and leave, while there still was time.