As water flows Chapter 1: Prologue: until death do us apart, a w.i.t.c.h. fanfic

Title: As Water flows
Author: Gdwendyml
Fandom: Witch
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: A: I'm a 20 year old student
B: I still live with my parents
C: I have a job at a fastfood restaurant
I own nothing, duh, just a pair of old, smelly socks and a toothbrush...so sue me...won' t get you anywhere though...
Summary: A funeral in Heatherfield...and where once where five, only four remained... so, a journey starts, fromtwo differentends...
Authors Note: To do this story a little more justice,I added various lyrics, poems and quotes for a little more understanding. I also used Irish legends and folktales as a base in this story.
Who has never heared the story of Tir Na Nog? the land of eternal youth? I guess few can say that they haven't. these stories about the Sidhe, the inhabitants of Tir Na Nog, are well known all around the globe. these 'little people' are often used in stories, poems and in plays. I used legends and stories about them in this story, but1 twisted, stirred and shook it up untill non of the real stories remained the same...
Warning: character death (well, kinda is, but not really!) anda bit of language...

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not here; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here; I did not die.
Mary Frye

Featured in Mary Frye's obituary in the British Times newspaper in September 2004

Prologue: until death do us apart

The sky was crying,
crying, for it's companion, the rain, had lost his goddess.
Raindrops were falling from a sad, grey sky,
pouring on a grave which belonged to their former ruler.

This day,
oceans were mourning, seas were grieving,
rains were sad and tears were crying.
They all had lost they're daughter,
the queen of water, goddess of rain and mistress of seas.

The grieving raindrops paid they're last respects on the coffin which contained the body of this daughter;
A thirteen year old girl who was once part of a group of four other girls,
a group who devoted they're lives to the salvation of the veil between two worlds;
Meridian and candracar.
Both places are, like the girls themselves,
magical, and hold a variety of other magical beings,
The veil divides the good and the evil between these two worlds.

Normally, on a regular Tuesday,
the girls would be in school right now,
enjoying a break after 3 hours of Math, Chemistry and History.
Just talking about boys, clothing, homework and other typical teen things,
just living a normal everyday live.

But not today…..

Today, four guardians were grieving they're fallen ally,
three elements and a body of energy were crying over they're lost comrade
and four girls were mourning the death of they're best friend.

These four girls were walking through the gate of the cemetery right now,
intend on saying goodbye to the fallen warrior of water.
Hay Lin and Taranee were both trying to hold on to each other and walk at the same time, comforting one another when necessary,
their shoulders brushing against each other as they walked,
providing one small bit of comfort to theboth of them.

Cornelia was walking next to them,
red-rimmed eyes marked a face which was for once without make-up, or any other cosmetic product,
her shoulders were slumped, but she still managed to hold her head up high.

Will was walking a few meters behind them,
she didn't look any better then the other girls,
her shoulders were slumped, her hair looked like it hadn't seen a shower in weeks and was hanging in red, uncombed strings in front of her face.
Her eyes were kept carefully on the ground in front of her and never went upwards to look at the other girls and her hands were buried deep in her pockets.

This tiny group of silent and depressed teenagers merged with a larger, sometimes sadder group of people of various ages as they walked on,
slowly disappearing into the crowds…

The sky had stopped crying just before the ritual,
leaving grey clouds in it's wake,
the ground was soggy from the rain which had been pouring since the day she died,
but for this moment in time, the clouds made way to allow a small ray of sunlight touch the earth,
Illuminating her coffin in a perfectly shaped circle of light,
Surrounded by the crowd, the priest stepped forward;

'Et nomini patris, et fili, et spiritu sancti'
he started to chant in Latin before continuing in English
'We commend the soul of our sister Irma Elise Lair to the Lord,
as we return her body to the earth of its origin.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust...
Lord, we beseech thee to take her unto your bosom, and comfort her parents….'

At this, Irma's mother, Anna Lair, let out a strangledcry which couldn't entirely be described as a scream or a howl,
but some kind of a mixture between both of them.

'…..and loved ones in their time of grief…'

For the first time since the beginning of the ritual,
Will looked up from the ground where she had been focussed on all day,
instead, she focussed on a big beautiful picture of Irma, standing on top of the coffin,
It was taken the day Elyon became queen of Candracar,
the girls were all celebrating the defeat of Phobos and the release of the good citizens of the land.
Irma was playing with the water in the fountain,
impressing the children with her powers when this picture was taken,
she was caught off-guard, but still with a big smile on her face.

The picture really held the essence of who Irma really was.

Hay Lin had found the picture a few days ago,
she had given it to Irma's parents and had told them that the picture was taken a few months ago, during a trip to some kind of amusement park,
of course she also had to tell them that the green demony faces the children wore were actually masks, and that it was a dress-up party kind of trip.

'….and we pray that one day, we will all be reunited in the Kingdom of Heaven. Amen.'

At this, the priest stepped back and the music started playing,
soft tones came out speaker,
the cemetery became quiet when a female voice started singing:

There's a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid
Of what you are
There's an answer
If you reach into your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away

Memories were haunting Taranee when she heard the music,
thoughts of Irma were crossing her mind when she listened to the text of the music and she was no longer in control of her own emotions,
soon, tears were sliding down her cheeks and softly, she started to sob.

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

From the corner of her eyes, Hay Lin saw that Taranee had started to cry,
she placed her hand in Taranee's and squeezed,
although she knew that nothing could take away the pain,
she hoped that the gesture would provide some small bit of comfort.

It's a long road
When you face the world alone
No one reaches out a hand
For you to hold
You can find love
If you search within yourself
And the emptiness you felt
Will disappear

She had seen that Taranee had begun to cry,
and she was grateful that Hay Lin had been there for Taranee,
cause, honestly, Cornelia didn't think she could handle that,
comforting anyone,
she knew that it was a bit selfish, but she first wanted to cope with it herself,
before helping others with their grieve,
she didn't want anyone to see her cry, she wanted to be left alone with it,
she could cope with this herself,
she knew that, just like she had done with Caleb.
Unconsciously, she swept a finger under her eye,
to remove the wetness that had been building there during the song.
Suddenly she felt a squeeze in her hand and looked down,
a dark-skinned hand had taken hers and was trying to provide some comfort through the gesture.
Cornelia looked up, right into the face of Taranee who was softly smiling through her tears,
Taranee mouthed a quiet 'It's okay' to Cornelia before tuning back to the ceremony.
Cornelia, comforted by the gesture, squeezed back.

'my fault, my fault' chanted over and over inside Will's head in a keening wail during the whole funeral,
making it all hard to hear, but still, she urged herself to try to listen,
because after all, it was her fault that Irma was lying there,
so still, in her small white coffin,
she could at least give Irma the Honor she deserved, and try.
Inside, she was crying. But she didn't let it show,
she kept her face void of emotions,
Will didn't think she deserved comfort, from anyone.
Will woke from her musings by sudden touch on her hand,
when she looked up, she notice Cornelia was holding her hand,
And when she looked up further, she met Cornelia's eyes.
Will quickly dropped her head again.
'no, I don't deserve any comfort'

Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You'll find the way