Hey! I'm back! I know I haven't updated this story in over a month (maybe even two)… Things are just… Piling up on me. I hope to get another chapter up this weekend, but we'll see.
Disclaimer: I own no people, places, things, or ideas belonging to Tamora Pierce.
Tortallan Grief
Schools were closed,
Shops weren't open,
Everyone
Of every station
Of every color
Of every age
Was quiet,
Silent as the grave,
Contemplating the grave,
That held their beloved princess;
Goodbye Kalasin.
Thayet wept,
Alanna raged,
Roald and Jon kept silent vigil
In Mithros' temple
And they prayed
For her safe passage
With the Black God.
The little ones,
The brothers and sisters
Too young to read,
Too young to write
Missed her,
Then forgot their sister
Forever.
Roald's friends,
Those that had known her,
While not in tears,
Were weeping in their hearts.
Neal stayed in his room
For days
And came out silent
With no wit or tongue,
Thinking back
To when it had all been a joke,
A bet,
A kiss,
His first kiss
With the raven-haired angel.
Kel remained a stone,
Yamani in every way,
Wishing that the princess,
Who had once fought
To get her way
And a shield,
Had stayed in Tortall
And fought for Tortall,
And Tortall only.
A month of mourning was official,
But no one cast off black,
No veils came off
For a year;
When an angel dies,
You do not miss her for a month;
You miss her
For ever.
It is said
That upon the death
Of an angel
The Goddess weeps
And Mithros burns;
Flood in the north,
Fire in the south,
Few forgot that time
When the gods were as angry
As their subjects.
After a year
It was over,
But not forgotten;
No,
Never forgotten.
A/N: Well, tell me what you thought! Now is the part where I thank all my wonderful reviewers…
Gaerwen—Thanks for the compliments… And yes there is more to it… And I promise more is coming, although I can't say for sure when… Or what will happen…
What? Only one reviewer! Oh! That arrow went right through my heart… I guess I'll be crossing my fingers for more this time.