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Chapter One

"You helped us find peace for the world. You gave your life in an attempt to save your greatest enemy; all of these actions speak of your courage and pure heart. We shall always mourn the loss of your true spirit."

These where the words that she had said during his funeral, the same words that where inscribed on the memorial that had been erected for him. They meant nothing to her. How could a few sentences describe him? How could words tell what a kind person he was, how he had never given up even when it seemed impossible? Nothing could replace him; no one could take his place in her heart. At the funeral Stiener had forbidden her to wear black, saying that it would make the people of Alexandria worried if they saw their queen dressed up for the funeral of a "Common thief". Yet she had seen her knight's eyes when he said it and she knew he hadn't meant the part about him being a common thief. The only reason why Beatrix and Stiener had let her have the funeral was because he had help save the world. So she had gone to the funeral wearing her formal gown and a sheer white veil. She had spoken those awful words penned by a complete stranger that hadn't known Zidane Tribal. When the brief ceremony was over she had walked back to the throne and held her court the same way she always did, but she hadn't wanted to. She had wanted to dash to her room and rip off her dress and drape herself in black instead, she had wanted to sit and cry for her lost love until she could cry no more, but she couldn't. She was a queen and she had to act like one, not like a "silly peasant" as someone had once put it. A queen was suppose to be perfect, she was suppose to be above feelings like lust and anger only caring about her kingdom, or at least a perfect queen was suppose to. The most important thing Garnet had learned on her quest was that nobody was perfect, least of all herself. So that night she changed out of her nightdress and into the orange jumpsuit and white blouse she had worn on her adventure with Zidane. She had thrown her white mage cloak on over it and snuk out of the palace and over to the mini-theater Ruby ran. She and Ruby had become close friends since Zidane had disappeared and Ruby would often comfort her when she was overcome with grief. That night all of Tantalus had been there, and they all had thanked her for putting up the memorial, but she could see that they didn't like it any more than she did. It was because that by holding the funeral and putting up the memorial they had killed all hopes that Zidane was alive. Up until that time they had all in the backs of their minds thought that there had to be some way that Zidane had survived the attack of the Iifa tree, they had all been waiting for him to walk in to he city bright and cheerful as always, full of stories of new adventures. By having a funeral and putting up a memorial Garnet had finally silently said what the others had dreaded, Zidane Tribal was dead.

Plantress: This is my first fanfiction of any type and I already know it sucks so no flames please! Please R & R!