Sheena: Tales of Summoning

Chapter 19: The Sadness of it All

A/N: Well, I'm sorry about the death…but please keep reading. Also, for the last few chapters, I will not be posting A/Ns . This is or an add of drama.

"Zelos?" Sheena asked, "Zelos! Get up!' She immediately rushed over to him. Red blood fell on the earth. The four Summon Spirits of Derris-Kharlan appeared. Sheena began to cry. Her tears made Astra begin to mourn, as a symbol of sadness and the burden of death. Cresenta and Universa said nothing and slowly as Sheena slightly calmed down, Astra said quietly…

"I'm sorry, Miss Fujibayashi, but he's gone." A tear fell onto the ground.

"Please, while we still can," Universa requested, "Let us stop the gravitational pull of this world."

"O..Oh..Okay.' Sheena agreed, "We have to do it. For him."

Astra, Cresenta, Sola, and Universa gathered in a circle, mana forming around Sheena. The wind began to die down, and the spell was finished.

"Is that all?" the Summoner questioned.

"Yes." Astra answered solemnly.

Sheena smiled for a minute, tears glistening off her skin. She called all the Summon Spirits she could.

"Please, may we let him rest in peace?" Sheena questioned. Gnome nodded and immediately a finely dug hole appeared. A grave also came, but not just because of Gnome, but of everyone.

Sheena began to carve words into the grave…

Zelos Wilder

He was a great man. He was a philanderer, but in his heart, he loved somebody all along. He kept it hidden, masking his infatuation by treating her the same as any other. She secretly loved him too. They never got the chance to admit their feelings. Zelos Wilder was a great man, adored by many, and a great Chosen, Anyone who disturbs this grave shall be punished beyond eternity.

Luna began to speak, "Martel, thy soul shall be lifted up to thee. Please nourish and protect it. Please, let thy light be ever so holy, and let thy soul rest in peace. Let him be calm about the affairs he did not complet . Martel...Oh, where is thy sorrow?"

Sheena began to cry more ferociously now.

"Why is thy mercy. Martel, we ask you, why life is ever so short? Martel, may this mourning be remembered by the hearts of many."

The holy saying was complete, and Undine put the body in the grave, removing the Derris Emblem, and putting the picture of Zelos' half-sister into the ground after the body was submerged in soil. Sheena got a string and wore the Derris Emblem around her neck and took the Last Fencer and put into her bag.

"I knew he loved me from our journey." Sheena spoke to nobody in particular, ""A conversation with Llyod…"

Flashback

Sheena went to go into the bathroom for a quick shower. The area was by Llyod's room. Suprisingly, she heard Zelos' voice.

"What do I think of Sheena? Well, Bud, ya can't tell anybody…"

"Yeah?" Llyod's voice echoed silently.

Sheena's ear perked up.

"I think…I…love her."

"Really? She seems to hate you…"

"She doesn't hate me."

"How do you know?"

"I don't know."

Lloyd was confused by love a lot more now.

A happy tear fell from Sheena's eye. He had seen through her whole act.

"I want to tell her someday." Zelos said.

Sheena smiled and happily headed to the shower

End Flashback

"That's so…romantic." Celsius cried, her tear forming into a magnificent blue flower.

"Maybe…" Sheena mumbled, She then asked, "How do we get out of here?"

"Here." Universa said, "Stand still. I will transport us back."

Sheena gave her thanks as a white light enveloped her…

She landed in front of Llyod's house. The lights twinkled merrily and a small sheet of snow was blanketed over everything.

"The first snow…" Sheena cried silently. Her tears left periwinkle dots in the white.

Laughter was heard from inside the house. Sheena knelt down and began to cry. She didn't care who saw. She was perfectly warm, thanks to Celsius. Her mana was not running out, seeing as how she and the Summon Spirits were near the Mana Tree.

Sheena's tears flew everywhere. The laughter stopped, Sheena was noticed.

Colette opened the door, "Sheena?"

Sheena's tears flew across the blowing wind, its potential to become a ravaging tempest.

Just like their love.