🎵I am not the only traveller…
🎵Who has not repaid his debt…
🎵I've been searching, cough, cough… for a trail to follow… again…
🎵Take me back to the night we met…
🎵I had all of you, most of you, some and now none of youÂ
🎵Take me back to the night we met
…cough, cough….
This was one of Lucius's favourite song from Lord Huron and he was currently singing it. Lucius's face was full of wrinkles that his eyes were barely open, white hair and beard and his body was very thin and wrinkled. As he continued to sing "The Night We Met", his voice grew softer by the second until it wasn't audible anymore.Â
Lucius had just passed away, died from natural causes or his heart just stopped beating because it was too old. He was five thousand five hundred and sixty two years old when he died.Â
Lucius then woke up a minute later, still frail, old and on his deathbed.
