Bone Planter

Do you know Pathestion of Enoepus? Poor warrior.
That expedition consumed his soul, leaving no space even for tears.
He was such a proud man! Mnestia's prophecy foretold that
He would avenge his father in golden armor
And wed the unvanquishable war maiden.
Yet, upon his return, the pack on his shoulders, laden with bones, emitted a haunting rattle.
The man never slept after his return, silently sowing the shattered bones into the fields.
He guarded them night and day, awaiting the harvest.
He painted a vivid picture of that "beautiful" scene for me, but I scurried away in haste.
Much like the alchemy practiced in Nousporism, soil and soul are attached to bones.
Perhaps he truly could grow something from them...