I have lost my faithful companion today.
I first found my owl friend 5 years prior. (I do not demean my companions by giving them Common names as they have names in their own languages which they prefer.) He was beautiful white chick. His nest had fallen from a tree and his siblings had died. Despite a search for his mother I was unable to find her, therefor I raised him to the maginificent creature he was to become.
We served each other faithfully, until tonight. We were searching for herbs in the woods when someone randomly shot him. The arrow must have been poisoned with a powerful magic, for despite all my attempts I was unable to revive him.
I gave him funerary rights of the highest respect. Calling Mother Nature to cary his spirit from the flames to the winds.
I will now mourn him, and will always miss him. |
