Abi untied her apron, wiping at her eyes as she walked down the stairs, her body shaking. Conan was dead. Killed by some assassin, leaving her feeling... utterly lost. He died without her knowing how much she truely loved him.. She wasn't strong enough to go on... Not with what all had happened... He passed away before he could even see his daughter Bridget... Everything that had caused her joy in her life, was gone. Ripped away from her. She had held the baby in her hands, looking down on her face, knowing she couldn't raise her alone.. She did the only thing she could do. She sent a letter to Rand, and asked Terris to meet her upstairs.. She gave her baby, her life, to Terris, making her promise that little Bridget would be taken well care of. She knew Bridget would be...

She descended the stairs into the basement of Swaggers, looking around. No one was there, not even Kiran, who seemed to live there nearly all day, every day. The expression drained from her face as she walked to the center of the basement, kneeling, pulling a dagger from her pack, and slitting each wrist, before dropping the bloodied dagger to the floor beside her, laying on her back, looking up at the ceiling, her arms laid out like she was on a crusifix.Crimson blood trickled from her wounds, as she lay there, looking up. Memories from her past flooded her...Some were from when she had first started working at Swaggers....Tessah taking her and siting her ontop of an archery brute, knowing very well she couldn't get down herself, or going through Stone keep "In disquise'...Moving to more recent ones...Her wedding, her name, no longer Abi Blackwater, but Abi Darkmoon... The baby being born...
And finally the memory of giving her baby to Terris.

The blood was pooling around her wrists now. Abi should've been screaming in pain, but she was numb. She couldn't feel anything anymore. Her breaths were shallow now. It wouldn't be much longer...Only in death would she see him again...And only in death, many years down the road, would her daughter see her parents..

And, as the night grew darker yet...Abi Darkmoon...drew her last breath.

Awwwww what a nice story....uhm.... I mean how tragic.

Emmm, Rand is dead, never got the letter ;) The Darkmoore line will live on through that little baby. *Nods*

I was mentioned, maybe not complimentary, but it's all gravy.

Good story, death is good for the Swaggers rep, keep it up!

*goes and dies in swaggers*