When I got back she had changed. I knew she had been with others, as had I, but this time I knew something was different. The aching emptiness inside me reminded me of the bliss I had once known. She had been my voice of reason before I left on my quest. But maybe she had other motives than just helping me.

But I was reminded of another. A long time ago she had been the world to me. Losing her killed me. Since, I had become The Terrible One. My temper lived on in infamy, preceding me wherever I went. I did not die hanging from the branches of Yggdrasyl. When she left my life, I not only died, but my spirit lay wasted.