Guild Wars 2

This is a short fan fic i wrote in my spare time. Feel free to critique and give constructive criticism and such but please don’t come here just to be mean.

The large norn ran his hand slowly down the box that weighed heavily upon the alter which it sat. It was young cherry, carved and polished with loving detail by his own hand. Yet the being felt no pride in his work, for what the exquisite box held weighed heavier upon his mind than the work itself. He could feel them, the concerned faces of his wife, son and even his companions looking in quiet respect at his back. As he turned upon them, he knew that with time he would once again find comfort in the eyes that looked on him now with such sadness. Now, they were hollow to him, empty as the eyes of the being in the box. With a heavy step forward he rose his head, crowned in a mane the color of aged straw and began to speak.
“Baxter…you were more than an ally, more than a companion. You were my brother, you were never afraid to fight, when others cower. You were always there to stand when others ran.” The norn turns around and lays a hand gently on the box. “I have fought beside many, soldiers, scholars, warlords and murders. Never have i fought beside one so loyal, not snow, nor storm could keep you from my side. You would have fought your way though Tyria to be by my side, i know my brother.”
He turns back toward the gathered faces before looking down at an axe. The blade was flecked with blood and frost, a lone tear fell on the metal, running down the side until it mixed with the smear on the edge. He could look upon it no longer and turned his gaze away. “Not even the cold embrace of death could keep you from my side. You fought back even the dark madness of death..and than undeath to return to me. Even now, as i seek future allies for the battles ahead, i shall never forget my first…and truest friend”
With no more words spared he picked up the old woodsman’s axe and hung it on a couple pegs on the wall. He left the funeral of the ice drake with a single thought. Never again, his time as a woodsman and wandering soul were gone, it was time to become a soldier. He walked though the open door of the lodge to the waiting arms of the Vigil, to his future, as a protector.
Never again…