Throndir

     He stood among them. The other mourners who, with heads bowed, cried over the loss, over the girl sleeping peacefully in the casket.      Of course, the cuts had been covered, the blood had been washed away, but he was the only one who knew that such was not the work of tears.      Aside from her mother and father who were thanking the solemn new guests as they came, he was the only one who had cried. Really cried. At least, over her.      For everyone else, there were only tears for themselves.      "No one ever thought she'd do this."      "Her life always seemed pretty great."      "I'd never seen her get mad at anybody."      "She...