"Sgt. Mackenzie" by Joseph Kilna MacKenzie
In a cell below Beacon tower, she lay curled upon a bed. Her eyes screwed shut, her mind wracked with visions from times eons old. Looking through the viewing slot Hazel regarded her pitiful form. Her threat was diminished, yet the Grimm still remained; as did Tyrian and Watts. They would no doubt seek her freedom, and return to power. They had achieved a victory; a hollow victory.
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Pyrrha stood alone, dressed completely in black. Her arms tightly cradling his repaired guitar. Off a short distance away stood her friends and teammates. Before them the Arc clan stood supporting each other. Many of their shoulders shaking. No one needed any help to feel the grief that filled the air. Weiss slowly stepped forward. Her hands clasped before her. From behind them all a bagpipe began to play.
"Lay me doon in the caul caul groon. Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun." she sang out her voice breaking.
As she continued Pyrrha moved forward almost hesitantly. As she approached Saphron turned her head and gave her a weak smile before stepping aside. Noticing her movement the other members of the Arc clan also took a step back allowing Pyrrha to pass. She stopped just short, tears welling in her eyes, her heart tearing at the seams.
"This wasn't how it supposed to be." she whispered, "You promised me."
With that her entire resolved broke, and she fell to her knees, clutching on the one thing she had of his. Saphron and her father moved forward, and quickly dropped to their knees beside the stricken girl. They wrapped their arms around her shoulders attempting to ease her heartbroken tears, but couldn't as their own returned fresh to their eyes.
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Far in the distance Cinder Fall stood, watching the proceedings, and hearing the lamenting song carried upon the breeze. She held back, everything that threatened to well up inside. Instead, she focused on what he had given her. A new purpose, a new vision of what it was to be strong. Slowly she turned and began to walk away. She would honour him, and become the hero he had wanted to be; the hero he was in the end.
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Sorry for how short it is. I just couldn't expand on it any further than this.
This song reminds me of my grandfather, and it was hard to write to, even when I turned it off.
So that is that. The end of something that became more than a one shot.
I know there are questions left unanswered., and I'm sorry they won't get answered, at least by me. If someone else wants to take this idea and run with it. Feel free. Please point people towards my story as the inspiration.
Hope you Enjoyed, and thanks for reading.