I'll Find You
Authors Note: Warning this IS mostly fem slash. Also if you are offended by religions other than your own (in this case Wicca) you might not want to read this. Rating for violence, sexual content, language, and suicide. Before you read I would like you to know this is a true story of what happened to me and my ex-girlfriend.
Chapter One: Funeral
Around a tombstone a small group of people were gathered inside the circle they had cast earlier that day. Candles surrounding the circle the only source of light in the graveyard besides the silver of the full moon. A Wiccan altar was in the north part of the circle as is tradition for a witches funeral. On the altar was one large white candle next to it a smaller dark blue and purple candle, a container of blessed wine, glasses for everyone at the funeral, some wood, crystal, the ceremonial broom, incense, The Book of Shadows, representations of several Gods and Goddesses, a silver necklace with a pentagram pendent dangling from it, and a guest book. Standing next to the altar was a small table with a bell and a black candle. A young woman walked up to the altar wearing a flowing black and green gown with a silky black cloak. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders she was tall, thin and had abnormally pale skin. Her eyes surrounded with black eyeliner one blue and the other green shone as she fought back the tears.
The woman lit a match and lighted an incense and began to chant, "I stand here in this sacred space the circle of power conjured the might. I seek a blessing on this place to make it fit for sacred rite. I entreat the powers of the one the stars above and the earth beneath Lady of the moon, Lord of the sun grant me the blessing I seek."
At that point everyone took time to meditate and think of all the memories they had had with the departed.
After she was sure everyone was finished with their meditation she walked back in front of the people holding her hands up to the sky she spoke, "Darkly-crescent Queen of the wise pierce the veil before mine eyes. I hath lost one that I love, I turn in pain to thee above, You know the truths of Death and Life, pray be with me in my sacred rite. By the stars above and earth below, comfort me with what you know."
A man slightly older than the woman wearing purple and black robes, his black hair tied back into a small pony tail and deep brown eyes slightly puffy from crying walked up to the altar joining the woman. He lighted the candle representing the Goddess.
"Lord of the Dark, King of the wise pierce the veil before mine eyes. I wouldst hear that thee do tell, for I hath heard the funeral knell. One love hath passed way, of death you know the secret ways. Pray lend me comfort on this night, be with me in my sacred rite!" the woman shouted.
The man lit the candle representing the God and then walked back to his seat. Another man, the deceased's brother, came forward with a small candle lit in his hand. The woman who had already been up there now held a similar candle and together they lit the large white candle in between the God and Goddess candle. Together the man and woman explaining the deceased's view of life and then lit the black candle which was a symbol of transition. And then the man joined the others watching the woman.
"One I love hath passed the Gate, I question not the hand of Fate. A blessing on her wouldst I ask, help to speed her journal fast. Love her with thy very heart, from thee her never part. By the earth below and stars above, let her be in peace and love." the woman said stopping to pick up the necklace and placing a kiss on the object holding it up to the sky. "The flame we lit to guide her way so that she shall not stray. Light and hope may it her lend, when 'tis done, 'tis journey's end." she finished.
The woman knew so far she had made many mistakes with the ceremony, but it was after all her first time doing this. They couldn't afford to pay for a priest or priestess to do the ceremony for all the people here were friends of the woman who died only one person related to her by blood. She allowed for several more moments of meditation before picking up the small silver bell and ringing it three times. She faced south then,as did everyone there.
"The bell tolls for Sango she stands before the portal to the mysteries beyond death. There our Lord awaits to greet her. " the woman then turned to the altar and continued. " Great God; God of life, yet beholder of the knowledge of death. Open the gates for our beloved Sango. Let her enter through the gates which all must pass. Let her dwell in the Summerland to rest and recuperate. Yet it is sorrow that binds her to this world."
She stopped again handing each person a candle one by one they came up and lighted the candle recalling pleasant memories of Sango.
Some said theirs out loud and others to themselves, but after each person was done recalling their memories they blew out their candle and together chanted, "With love we meet; with love we part; with love we shall meet again."
The woman stood before them again," In our memories and in our hearts we will remember the precious moments we shared with Sango. There we will find the joy in the symbols that recall her image. And it is that image of Sango that bring us closer to her. So let us not mourn her. For each day, we see the sun die into the horizon. Yet we do not mourn his death. And each morning the sun is reborn. For each year, in autumn, the leaves wither and die. Yet we do mourn their deaths. And each spring the leaves return. Sango, now freed from the shell of your body, you walk without fear into the realms of death. A journey through dreams, thought, and emotion. There you will join the energies of the universe, there you will gather the strength to be reborn. Know this is a rite of celebration and love. Let our heart be filled with the memories of Sango. And know that death is the beginning of life, not the end. And when our time comes, as it must, we will enter the realm gladly and unafraid. For we know when retired and refreshed, we will be reborn again by the love of our Divine Parents."
A few moments passed and the man wearing the robes and the woman pulled out four candle one for each of the elements and lit each one speaking in perfect unison, "O, elements of earth, water, fire, and air, grant release from the pain, heal those who remain here, in this more lonely world. And speed the soul of the one who is in the beautiful realms of the Gods."
The man stood before everyone holding his hands out to the sky, " Lovely somber Lady of the Declining Moon, strong and silent. Lord of the Far Realms beyond be with us here at this time of loss." The man and the woman stood on either side of the altar facing the south the man continued. "O, Sango, we do call on thee, in spirit to stand here with us and before the Gods, that we may give honor and love to one whom ye have known who passed beyond."
The woman held her hands up into the sky and said, " Good friends, you have for awhile lost one who is dear to you, and we all feel your loss. But it is only for a time and we bid you have no sorrow. There is a reason for being here and a reason for going. The Summerland and the places beyond are warm, pleasing and beautiful. With all ills gone, and youth a new, so let us all be truly happy for the one you love knows true joy at last!"
The man now spoke again, " Dying is only a mode of forgetting. A way of rest, a way of returning to the eternal source. To be renewed and made strong. To rest and finally return."
"We of the Old Ways know that when a person dies the soul returns again to earth. This has been a tenet of loving faith taught since long before history began." spoke the woman.
"It is said…" the man began, " in our lore: Arrayed in some new flesh disguise, another mother gives birth. With sturdier limits and brighter brain, the old soul take the road again." The man poured the wine into the glasses now facing north. " O, gracious Lady who gives, rest, o, Lord of twilight realms we do thank thee for, guiding our friend to the golden portals of beauteous land beyond."
Everyone then stood and together they spoke, "We ask, the love and good wishes for Sango and for those good friend who yet remain behind."
The man and the woman passed the glasses of wine to everyone and went back up to the front of the altar holding up their glasses, "Blessed be!"
Together they shouted, "Blessed be!"
After everyone drank the wine they walked past the tombstone saying goodbye to Sango. Soon everyone was gone except the women she stood watching the altar until the candles all went out. She gathered all the things putting them into a backpack walking out of the circle.
The woman stopped and turned toward the circle she had cast, "Our thanks and gratitude to the forces that be present, to the Lord and Ladies, to the guides and guardians, be close this sacred circle and bid fair well to our loved one that we have in your circle, Blessings be to all."
As I walked away from the circle not turning back to look upon my loved one's grave I wondered how could this happen to me. I had failed to give my love a proper funeral. I know I messed up and all those beautiful words I had said came from a book telling me how to perform a Wiccan funeral. I am Kagome Higurashi.This is my story. The story of two forbidden lovers parted in life by distance and family then to be parted by death.
A/N: Hopefully this chapter wasn't confusing or anything I tried to make it easy to understand. I must also apologize for telling the end of the story at the beginning I just thought it would be good to start this story a little differently from all my others.