A/N: Tenchu11- Thank you ;-;

Gabriela,mrll- It's on Zed's lolwiki page! I didn't know about it either, but I'm super glad I was told about it. Sadness is great! Probably!

Sweet Pizza- Will do, and thank you :D

Ulcaasi- Okay I feel like over time, I have screamed so much in caps to you that it's safe for you to just assume that's what I'm always doing. Just screaming at you. In caps.

All the time.

There was no headstone on Zed's grave.

He wouldn't have wanted one; it wasn't something they had ever discussed, but Syndra knew.

The grave rested in the dusky shadows beneath the wide-swept boughs of a willow tree, just one of many in the small nook of the forest that Syndra was in. It was perpetually dark beneath the leaves, which she thought was fitting, and it smelled of fallen rain and fresh storms to come.

It was deceptively peaceful.

Unmarked as the grave was, it would be impossible for anyone but Syndra to know where Zed now lay, and would forevermore; only she would know that exact spot beneath the gnarled roots of the tree, and the hours she spent toiling in the earth beneath it to lay to rest the only person she'd ever loved.

Although that was fast changing.

She rubbed a hand over the growing swell of her stomach, as had become habit to her over the last few weeks; it felt to her that the life she harbored had been somewhat successful in replacing the dark, heavy anger that usually filled her when she thought of visiting this place, and she was able to gaze upon the darkened willow and the grass below it without clenching her hands in her fury and stalking away.

She could approach this final resting place calmly for the first time since his passing; it had felt like a lifetime since he was torn from her, although in actuality, no more than a month or so. She could kneel in the budding grass that fought for the life Zed no longer had, and she could rest one hand there and one hand on the new life that they had created.

It helped; even amidst the dark forest and the wariness of the impending weather, the warmth in Syndra's belly helped her to move past her grief, if even just the littlest bit.

Syndra took a deep breath of the rain-soaked air, her fingers curling around a few errant strands of grass, and whispered to no one.

"I am in great pain."

Every minute, every second that Zed did not live, Syndra ached in the worst of ways, a terrible sadness that clutched at her heart, her bones; it was a pain that took root in every last bit of her.

"I am so angry, as well; bitter at the moments not only stolen from me, but from our son. I fear that I cannot set these things aside to raise him as I should- as we should have."

Syndra let her fears and her confessions fall from stiff lips only to be carried away by the wind, not once touching the willow or the fallen master that lay beneath it. They were words for her, and for her son, and they were for the storms and the forest.

"But I shall endure, and I will remember everything about our son that you cannot."

Past a budding pain in her throat Syndra spoke, and one small tear dropped to the earth below her, swallowed by the greedy stalks of green.

"And I will tell you these things when I see you again."