Farewells were usually accompanied by one of two things.
One of them was joy—the cheerful sounds of celebration, and the hopeful gazes of those that bid goodbye to you.
The other was sadness—when the eyes of the crowd carried such heaviness that it brought a certain sense of bleakness to look into their eyes.
Sometimes, it was an odd mix of both.
Thankfully, our goodbye to this place was more of the former and almost nothing like the latter.
Fairy King Oberon, Aria, Drake, Larry, and everyone else we had managed to befriend in the known world were here to witness our farewell.
Their cheerful gazes met ours as we stood at the precipice of our next voyage; though we could leave from anywhere at any time, we chose the very battlefield that would have caused a memory of despair if not for our interference.
Moments earlier, we had said our farewells to the Goblins, but now it was time to bid everyone goodbye.
