A funeral is not something you witness every day. The burial of a prominent General Arthia court was certainly a spectacle capable of moving across the nation.
The coffin of General Elannon preceded the procession, carried by six of his most loyal men, two majors and four captains. Behind him, his eldest son, Elran Elannon, who was worldwide and as the new head of the family, parades, hurañoy head down, with a beautiful elf with pale skin and hair gold that everyone recognized as his wife, Serena Sylvania. In the arms of Seren, oblivious to the ominous ceremony quand was developing around him, dozed the first child, a little boy who, following the tradition of Elannon that initial name was the same as the last name had been called Eithel.
Everybody regretted the loss that day the second son of General Elannon Either, who died in combat long ago. Nobody seemed to pay attention, however, the rural priest of the goddess Danna, always hooded, the procession was mixed among the group of citizens who had been on the streets to witness the ceremony and pay their respects , which marched far behind family members, cnce upon a platform raised about as high as the pulpit itself, guarded by guards, who stayed in the King and Queen. The mob stood witness the ceremony.
A gale wind blowing hostile took days to shake the flags flown at half mast, and removed the hair and clothing tips from the audience. The sky, leaden-gray, the whole scene was a pale, dull colors, as if the world was a tissue that had been washed too.
"We have gathered in this sacred place to return to earth on the body of a man who dud & amone with such force that the nails dug into the palm of your hand. It was too aware that it would never be Elran General, and that he could never return to her old life or his old name ... At least not while Aenarion Dagor Arthia remained king.
A familiar sensation in the legs, one that had not undergone over nearly six decades, but he remembered quite clearly, made him forget his anger. Could it be ...? He looked away from the platform to look down. There, as if he'd appear out of nowhere since the days pastiera done. She returned his gaze, too confused to continue thinking about politics. He had always been clear that Cassandra was not a current cat, but for the world would have expected to find him in that place sixty years later.
How old must have? Those eyes that seemed to conceal the secrets of the world had returned the gaze from the first time he visited the Court of Lyand, when he walked holding hands to Elran. Everything had wondered then: the grandiosity of the palace, the elegant gardens, the smile beneKing volente Linda ... and, of course, that inseparable duo were the Princess Lillian and her little black cat. That duo had opened her arms without thinking. They had seen him grow and become first a novice and then a priest, had been guides and companions throughout the early years of his life ... And all to end well? A Either she could not believe that the world could be so unfair. Or maybe it was just that the gods had a deeply twisted sense of humor?
A faint meow le sac & oacutenádraí stirred restlessly in Draucandir Father's arms, who, recognizing their intentions, the lower left. The cat looked at him one last time before entering the forest of legs that were attending the event, finding your way through
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