Barrow Fields und sahn sich nur noch zuweilen im Traum;

Maybe im just a hopeless romantic but I kinda ship them...

The view from atop the knoll is breathtaking and he watches silently as an enormous beast surfaces, sending a plume of vapor as it exhales, a towering black fin cutting the water. The orca is quickly followed by several others, moving as a pack.  It sends a shiver down his spine- if something that big could live out there... She speaks again, dry rasping voice falling on his ears like the rustle of a snake moving through forest debris, and he finds himself fascinated by her words. 
There is truth. He gives a noise of acknowledgement, contemplating the idea. It was a fear that plagued him- where would he go...when he was done with this world? 
"Where do you think we go?" He asked softly. "When we are done here....when we fight the last battle?"