Alanna
She was a mother, a lover, a legend, a boy, a daughter, a warrior, a piercing ray of hope. Girls admired her, the conservators seethed, Roland hated her, Jon, George and Liam loved her, enemies of the Crown hated her. This did not matter in the end. They mourned all the same.
She had not seen her daughter Alianne for 10 years. Alan had been killed long ago by immortals. Thom was a dragon, forever imprisoned from a spell gone wrong. Maude was long dead. Coram had died in armed conflict near the border. Only George was by her side, as she died that fateful evening that the Goddess claimed Alanna.
The lands from The Yamani Islands to the Roof of the World. From Scanra to Carthak the world mourned. The Copper islands spymaster traveled as quickly as possible to be at her mothers' funeral. The funeral of the Lioness. Her Song is over, never to be sung again. The land came to a stop. The world mourned the loss of a true legend.
Kel cried and mourned the loss of her role model, the person who made it possible to be a knight, her benefactor, her friend.
Aly mourned the loss of her mother, plagued by guilt that she had not been there for her mother in her last hour. Her father George stumbled into the room wracked with grief and they fell into each other's arms crying.
Jon sat in his study remembering Alanna. Remembering how her body felt around him. Remembering the small 'boy' Alan. Remembering her quick wit and quicker temper. Remembering the pure beauty that was Alanna fencing. Raoul and Gary walked into the room silently and sat around their friend and remembered the Lioness.
Training stopped in the palace. Nobody could bear to work. The female pages wept in each other arms other the death of their mentor who made this all possible. The male pages remembered how they must remember he legacy and never doubt what a female could do. For the Lionesses sake.
Diane was in the herd of rider ponies crazy with grief over one of the first people to other her a home, her friend who saved her, who never doubted her, who helped her through pregnancy and birth. The one person who was jealous of her when she first came to Tortall.
The Lionesses funeral was small, made up only of friends and family all in pure black. Everyone was crying over the loss of Alanna the Lioness. A pure hero
A/N Sorry this is angsty I really wanted to write something sad. There will be more deaths of legends. I think next I will do Alianne. As always plz R&R.