Spear Sister. Good bye. Who are we but mere pawns in the Great Game? Rand Al Thor, The Dragon Reborn is the One who knows all. We merely followed him. We believed he will be fair. But Spear Sister who would have known The Master might fail us.
I still remembered the first time I danced with you. Surrounded by wolves, wounded, spent, I lay on the ground. Proud, unbent but almost broken. Then out of nowhere you came, spears flying, moving through the pack of the beasts and stood by me. I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t know where you had come from. But I was glad you came.
Spear Sister, do you remember the time we faced the yellow beast and were the first humans who wounded it? You moved all across, jabbing at it with your weapons, I just had to ensure I guard your back, stop you from rushing into danger and our bond just grew stronger everyday. But then you opposed The Dragon Reborn and no one survives his wrath.
Farewell, sister. We danced well while it lasted. The blood of the adversary is still warm on our blades. I still follow Rand-Al-Thor but my heart shall always sing for you.
May you find shade.