I stared at the stone, crying. Crying for the loss of my dear horse, Shadefire, and my even dearer friend, Godemox. I thought back to the second raid that I experienced, when Thieflord raided Asgard. Once I saw him there, I asked in town chat if I was the only Asgardian present. I got a reply, from someone known as Godemox. We talked, built, and annoyed each other and became friends. I remember the sound machine he made to drive me out of my mind. It always worked. I remember when I left Asgard to build Mythia, Gode came there too and was a great member. Then when Mythia fell, we both returned to Asgard where we lived until the End of Loka. We had plans to both live in Lazuli’s town, Talongon. An other person moved there who went by the name of Jenna. Jen, Gode, and I all became wonderful friends, and knew each other well. Then only a few hours ago, Gode told Jen and I he had to go on a journey far from Loka, and didn’t have plans to return. He gave us his final goodbyes, and we gave ours to him. He left, leaving Jen and I weeping that our dear friend was gone. Before he left, we decided to go for a ride, then as a creeper entered Talongon, it exploded, killing my Shadefire. With both Shadefire and Gode gone, I fell into despair, crying, now sitting in my basement, knowing that depression was taking over, but also thanking Loka for letting me meet Gode. No matter what Jen and I feel, Talongon will live on, and each member will remember our dear friend and loyal member. Knowing hope will return to our hearts before long, we know Gode would want us to achieve the goals he helped set, and to hope, to hope everything will be fine, but as we hope, we mourn. We lost a friend, but we’re gaining hope.