The stone of our city is cracked and crumbling, buildings that once stood tall and proud are now hardly recognisable. The streets where many a people could once be seen, now stand bare, as if nothing was ever there at all. The music, the laughter, the singing, the chatter, the taps of peoples shoes on the stone streets, the smell of food from the vendors, the clanging of metal, the smell of burning charcoal from the blacksmith, the clanking of the knights armour, and so much more, now nothing but a memory, one many have probably forgotten.

At least, everyone but him. And me.

I make my way up the stairs that once lead him and I into much trouble. Escaping from our teacher, snacking on fruit from the garden, hide between the ventures stalls and carts, watching the streets performers, dancing up and down the stairs running from the guards. A lot of our down time was spent on those stairs, yet when I look at them now , their former glory seems to have disappeared.

Pushing my way through the broken doors of the entrance hall, I see the faded decor that once shone showing off there worth. We once hid within this entrance way, playing hide and seek with father. Sneaking behind the large drapes that cover the windows, completely blocking us from view, we definitely panicked the royal guard more then once with our hiding skills. At least until we were unenviable found.

The corridor had always been long and large, but in its current demolished state and the absence a human presence, make it seem so much bigger then its ever been.

After venturing through hallways I once walked with pride and ran with joy in with him, I've made it to a familiar door, a familiar room. A room I knew well. The Thrown room, the room of kings as we called it.

In many years of exploring the castle and the kingdom in general, I never realised just how grand the palace is. When I was young I would venture through this building with speeds not even the fastest knight could keep up with, speeds a human would dream of achieving.

Nudging the somewhat in tacked doors open enough for me to squeeze through, I look up to see the person I was expecting, my friend, my brother, my king. Sitting on this thrown, looking old and worn from many years of long battles, he looks at me and smiles, gesturing me over towards him. The tears in his eyes can even be seen from my old worn eyes, its time for us to go, he knows it, I know it. Our lives since we first met had been forever linked, and its time for us to be reunited and make one last journey together, and face our fates beyond life itself.

Few people have escaped the hands of death, and those who do live an existence on isolation, we know its our time to die and we wont challenge it, there are many fights we have and will fight. But not against death, its our time to go and we've accepted that long ago. For it is not wise to make yourself an enemy of death. For those we once knew who have challenged death have fallen from great heights to get there, and wont submit to any one especially death.

With my ageing bones, I lay my head to rest on his lap as his hand brush through my fur, allowing my muscles to relax, my eyes star to droop, becoming very heavy. I can hear his breathing become raspier. With my eyes closing I hear him speak, for the first time in along time, for the first time since he was commanding his armies into battle. He spoke, "Thank you for always standing next to me, for always supporting me, for always following me into battle, for protecting me when I was weak, and motivating me when I was on the ground. If it weren't for you I may have not even become king, I lost my name so long ago and aside from you its all I have, even in death I hope you follow me, and maybe this time ill be strong enough to lead us ahead to a world where we are the kings."

 And with that darkness took its finial form and seeped into my mind, and with that I disappeared into darkness within the arms of my beloved king, maybe this time we can spend all of eternity together.