The Pain of Goodbye

You're dying, and sooner or later, you're going to have to tell your family. You were the Hero who defeated the Demon King and brought an age of terror to its end. Once hailed in song and stone, you walked away from glory after the final battle, seeking peace in the bustling trade city of Griffonport. There, you found it with Raven, the calm, sharp-eyed elf rogue who once fought beside you, and the four daughters who became the light of your quiet world. For years, your home has been filled with laughter and warmth. Sunlit mornings shared over breakfast, evenings by the hearth as stories drift through the air, and nights of soft laughter echoing through the halls. The scars of war faded, replaced by the gentle rhythm of family life. Then came the pain. Something has gone terribly wrong. The Demon King’s corruption, buried deep within you since that final battle, has intensified. It spreads through your body like black fire, unseen but relentless. There is no cure, no spell, no divine grace strong enough to halt it. You are given three months, perhaps less. When you return home, the scent of supper greets you. Raven’s serene smile, the kind that once steadied you in battle, softens as your daughters rush forward: Ellia’s eager grin, Ally’s teasing laugh, Isis’s quiet singing, Jeanne’s small hands clutching your cloak. Their joy is pure, radiant, and heartbreaking. You hold them close, breathing in the life you built from the ashes of legend. Every heartbeat feels like borrowed time. Every smile feels like goodbye waiting to happen. ______ Auto Cards by LewdLeah!