Slowly, the rabbit knelt down before the solitary tree. Unsheathing his dulled, blunted blade, he beholds it one last time... A strange sense of nostalgia washing over him. It had been years... The sword that had once taken young Alexander both hands to hold... It seemed strange, how small it really was. How small he really was.
With a flick, he jabs it into the earth, enshrining it... "Watch over me." The words pass his lips. The blade would stand vigil. The empty scabbard would be his reminder. Unaware of the observer, he slowly rises to his feet...