C3: The Tomb of his Family

The funeral was the hardest thing Phorus had ever gone through. He watched as the priest prayed for the deceased family. Phorus cried, with tears streaming down his face. Zyro had many friends, so there were a lot of people there at the funeral. Zyro had no other family though, but his stepmother had a big family. There was his four cousins, Jessica and Arnold whose father John was Victoria's older brother and Marissa and Trisha whose mother Beth was also Victoria's older sister. Victoria's grandmother Abby was there, with her sister Nicole. Kevin, a long time friend of Victoria's was there, and so where two other of her friends Jessie and Hera. Victoria's two cousins Bob and Victor were there as well. She had another cousin Ray but he died of a disease five years ago. And finally, Victoria's parents Isabella and Jeremiah were also there. Phorus was glad to see other family that he had known for a long time, and he was happy to see them.

When the priest was done speaking they took a vow of silence. After a moment, the priest looked at Phorus and pointed his book at him as he stood behind the wooden podium and said, "Phorus here said he would like to give a word to his family." Phorus walked past his relatives and past the wooden benches. He got to the isle and he walked to the front. The priest backed away as Phorus walked behind the podium and looked at all of the faces of friends and relatives.

"My family – Zyro, Victoria, Clyde, and Kyle – were great people," he started; his voice a bit panicky but started to pick up. "I wish they hadn't been murdered by those awful assassins." Kapall and Phorus made sure that no one knew Daliss' murdered his family or else there might have been uproar about why Mideron might have sent them. "I actually wish that right now, we would have been sitting at our table eating dinner. My mother, Victoria, would have made her really great chicken salad; Zyro would be working out in his gym, and my twin brothers, Clyde and Kyle, would be telling each other that they had the cuter girlfriend." Phorus made a small laugh and continued. "In fact, I remember the first time when Clyde brought his girlfriend over for dinner one night about a few months ago. It was the first time. Mom did all sorts of stuff to make the house all clean, and while crying to my father she was saying it was all her fault that Clyde and Kyle were old enough to grow beards and start shaving. Dad told her it wasn't her fault; it was my fault because I finished fourth grade a year before he did. Those were good times. Dad was always mysterious though – and that's what I like about fathers. You don't know much about them except they're funny and nice. And that's what he was. My mother was beautiful, but she was perky and always a handful for the family. I did not get to go to sleep once without her screaming at me for not scrubbing down our toilet." The crowed gave a small laugh. "Kyle, Kyle, Kyle. It was all about Kyle. He was strong, who was good with the ladies, and he remembered to dress up like Brittney Spears every Halloween for the past four years. He would have his hairy belly button showing with long blonde wig and shorts that just went up to here," he said, as he gave a demonstration by putting his hands about six inches above his knees. "But four years was the limit. We almost made it to five years, because it's the end of September. I guess the whole point I'm trying to make is that they lived a good life; they were good people with loving pride and strong spirit. And as I stand here talking about them, I say my goodbyes. And before I go back to my seat, I just want us to remember the lives of those that we loved. Thank you."

Phorus went back to his seat as everyone applauded loudly. It would have been louder if it weren't a funeral. After an hour of some relatives and friends giving their speeches and words about his family, they left. Everyone went to Phorus's house – Phorus let them since it was now his house – and had all spoke to each other. Around five o'clock they all left to watch the tombs of his family sink into the ground. Phorus threw in flowers for his family. After the burial was done around two hours later Phorus and his family left back home to his house again to talk to each other.

The night went well for Phorus. By the end of the night, it was just Kapall and Phorus left.

"Well, Phorus, I must go as well. I have made sure with magical enchantments to give warning if Daliss are approaching. Good night. Freshly baked tator tots waits for me at home." Kapall left out through the wooden door and back to Groudarts, to the West Tower that was closest to Phorus's home.

Phorus sat by himself that night while he sat in his bed in his pajamas. He thought to himself and then he realized something around midnight. If Phorus was wanted so much, wouldn't the Daliss come some more. They wouldn't stop coming after Phorus until he was dead or captured. The only way that they could be safe was to leave his home; to leave Tiburon and go somewhere else. After a few moments of debating Phorus decided he was going to leave and never return. But he would leave the next night to prepare and he wouldn't tell anyone – not even Master Kapall. But he decided he wasn't going to prepare, he was leaving now. Phorus was going to leave his house and go straight to somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean. That was final.

Phorus started packing. He grabbed several shirts, several pants, a few AC/DC CD's, a legendary sword of his, the scholarship for graduating from Groudarts, a few pairs of socks and underwear, and last he grabbed his life savings - $4,672. He put them all in his trunk. He used a spell to shrink his sword a bit so it could fit in his trunk. When it was packed, Phorus grabbed a tan fleece jacket with very little animal fur that was around the collar was small puffs of red animal fur. It was his favorite jacket. Then he grabbed an all black shirt and put it on. Then he changed out of his boxer shorts and put on his blue Jean pants. After that he put on some shoes, and then put on the jacket that fit perfectly on his thin and muscular body. He was going to grab his sack, but then he realized he wanted to leave a not for Kapall.

Phorus walked around the house, trying to find a piece of paper and a pen. He found a feathered quill and an ink bottle, so he grabbed those instead. He found a piece of white paper, and he brought them to a wooden table in the kitchen. He took a seat, took the quill and dipped it into the ink bottle and started writing.

'To Master Kapall,

September 30, 2005, Phorus's house.

Master Kapall, I only want you to read this. I just want you to know that to protect Tiburon, I have decided to run away. I am going to start a new life, but I will still find a way to avenge my family. My training is over. I can't let people die by Daliss because I happen to be this so called 'Garuda'. I am planning to go the United States, but I will not tell you where I will be. Farewell, beloved master, Kapall.'

Phorus put down his quill and left the paper. He pushed back the chair and walked to the front room. Phorus grabbed his sack, put the strap over his shoulder, and walked out the door.

Before he left walked away, however, he decided to go to the cemetery to say his last goodbyes. He walked down the streets, and after half an hour he reached the 'Chris Williams Cemetery'. Walking through the black metal gates and walking on the cold grass and passed many stone tombs, crosses, and statues. Finally, at the end of the cemetery, he reached the four tombs. He stood in front of them, and looked at the tombs. There was another tomb right behind all four tombs, which represented all four tombs of his family. It was the tomb of his family.

Phorus said as he knelt down in the center of all four graves, "Father, I hope you understand what I am going to do. Your death is like a new beginning. Same goes for all the rest of you guys. Good bye and goodnight."

With that, Phorus stood up and walked away from the cemetery and left.

This is where I'm gonna finishing my chapter. Right now, I need to plan out the next chapter and how he gets across the Atlantic Ocean to New York City.