Disclaimer: I own nothing that has anything to do with Tortall. If I did, then I would be very busy writing Bloodhound instead of fanfictions.
A/N: This was written by one of my BFFs, Buggy, with some help from me.(she did the typing, but we were both laughing over it and trying to figure out what was going to happen next.)
Daine looked around the courtyard, everything around her was a bleak and gray without him. Her friends tried to comfort her, but this was something that they didn't understand. All of them still had their spouses to comfort them. She watched everyone trying to keep busy, trying to forget.
Funny, that he was the first of them to die. One of the youngest at heart, excepting George of course, who would never grow up. What an awful way to die, having a bookcase fall on you, then landing on a quill that punctures your lung, giving you ink-poisoning. Even odder still, it was the second time a bookcase had fallen on him. The first time he fell out of his study window and was run over by Onua and Daine who were out riding. Luckily he survived, but Alanna used all her healing magic to save him.
Daine started to laugh, crying at the same time. Numair was probably laughing in Mynoss' realm. He was killed by some books and ink. The notorious black-robe who had turned people into trees, defeated evil emperors and even made it through the divine realms, was defeated by seeming everyday innocent objects, of no real fatality.
Now they were all staring at her, and what a spectacle she made. Laughing and crying simultaneously at her true love's funeral. Shakily she stood up from the chair she had been sitting on, then put her and Numair's portrait on his funeral pyre. She turned back to her peers. "He was killed by a bookcase, Numair was killed by a bookcase." As if that would make everyone understand the irony of the situation. Finally she took a torch and set his bookcase on fire, sending it to the realm of the dead with him. The one enemy he could not defeat.
