At long last Elder Lucas had arrived at the pinnacle of his seventh decade. The old man was a withered being with a wide forehead that had many lines.
Monica aided him to the gate where he would embark on his next journey. He waved goodbye, and soon he would say a last farewell to his closest companions, the aches and pains he felt in his old bones.
As he walked, he grinned through his chapped lips, and he folded his hands behind his hunched back. For so long he sought for peace, and from his view, he could see the grand gates emitting a white bright light.
"Grandpa!!!" He could already envision her voice and her small body. "Grandpa! Grandpa!! Grandpa!!!" She sang from the sweetest voice that could rival a bird's early morning tweet.
"I'm coming, Anna!" The last time he'd seen her was when she was still a little girl, and before his village burned down. His family died along with it, and the beastmen that attacked declared there were no survivors except from his poor self.
