The Last Sunset

Sibrek Reincoal was a hammerdwarf from Floorpalace, a fortress from the northern continent. Dreaming of adventure, he sent a letter of resignation to his squad leader and said goodbye to his only friend, a goblin scholar named Azstrog Hotmaligned.
He decided to head west, that part of the continent still being unexplored, and probably full of dangerous creatures. In other words, excitement, battle and glory.

On his way there, he had to go through forest retreats full of elves. He'd seen some in Floorpalace. Outcasts, from both their people and the dwarves. Elves were weird, non-bearded beings who liked trees and the outdoors, for some reason.
However, Sibrek had heard tales of the bogeymen, dangerous cackling creatures preying on lone adventurers, and decided that an elven companion was better than no companion at all. He found in the forest retreat of Tealpeal an elf, named Thilu Backtulips, skilled with the spear, who wanted to see the world. Now with an ally to fight by his side, Sibrek headed west once again, towards a bandit camp the elves had mentioned.

They spent most of their time traveling, hunting for food and discussing their personal values. Sibrek soon came to realize that elves, or at least this elf, weren't that different from dwarves. She taught him the value of friendship and nature and he reciprocated with the value of loyalty and merriment. Soon, he even started to admit that trees didn't look so bad.

However, those peaceful times soon came to an end. While in the Steamy Mire, they were ambushed by two alligators. The beasts were slow, but resilient, and the two adventurers had trouble dealing with them. When Sibrek finally managed to kill one of them, he saw that the other had taken Thilu's neck in its powerful jaws. He tried desperately to save her by bashing the reptile's head, but it wasn't enough. Her body soon went limp and the beast released it from its maw.
Sibrek, his vision obscured by tears, avenged her by killing the beast, dodging its swipes, blocking its bites and bashing it with his hammer. He named the alligator Crackcleared, from the satisfying clear sound the last hit made while cracking the skull.

When the battle ended, he looked up to the sky. The sun was setting. There was no time, the bogeymen were coming. Using what he knew were his last moments, Sibrek hastily crafted an axe, using a small branch and a sharp rock. He then proceeded to fell a cherry tree and to build a casket, where he buried Thilu with the skull of the accursed alligator that brought her down.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he finally heard them. They were here. He had finished just in time. The dwarf sat next to the casket, and waited for death to come, looking at that one last sunset.