Disclaimer: I am not Tamora Pierce ('nough said)
As the wind blew, rose petals, dry and brittle, flew through the air. A voice could be heard, singing a sweet hymn. People stood around waiting for something to change. For it was unreal what had happened. Men and Women alike stood staring into the hole in the earth, six feet deep. How could it have happened? People stood to take the podium, trying to keep their composure and faltering the moment they began to speak. A few word were herd through the sobs though, "friend", "brave", "wonderful", "honest", but no one could say more. The loss was too great.
FLASHBACK
A group of squires and a page sit at a table laughing and talking of the great deeds they would do in their life.
FLASHBACK
A man looks forward to living out his life with his wife by his side, dying hand in hand.
FLASHBACK
A woman envisions seeing her children grow into fine young adults, she envisions being at their weddings, helping her daughter put her wedding dress on.
FLASHBACK
A boy looks up to his mother, looking forward to an adventure she has promised she will someday take him on.
FLASHBACK
A man admires his advisor and friend, thinking of where he would be without them always making sure they did the right thing.
FLASHBACK
A country thinks of where they would be had it not been for one person.
PRESENT
The tears that are being shed could rain across this land for ages to come. The loss is so great. Thus is the price of war, and the price for having such a courageous person. And the wind blows again bringing a chain of purple rose petals as a priest says, "Rest in peace Alanna."
