Title: None of the Above
by: Satine16
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. They are all property of MARVEL. I don't do this for money please don't sue me!
Chapter 13: The Funeral
The sun pierced the inky blue sky brightly as the diminutive group of mourners gathered. The wind rustled the leaves of the trees above them, making them whisper and speak.
The party had congregated on a small patch of bright grass within the imposing wrought iron fence, which Charles had erected to separate the small graveyard from the rest of the grounds.
Scattered about the trees were a few stone markers, reminding those who remained of those they had lost. Next to a minute blue-gray marker bearing the name of the thirteen-year-old Illyana Rasputin, a small, pink marble stone marked the recently upturned ground beneath the large oak tree.
Hidden in the shadow of the tree, Kurt spoke softly, his white robes rustling in the wind. The gold stitching would catch the sunlight now and then and shine brightly from the darkened space. As he spoke, his words mingled with the persistent sad song of the trees, "…confident that the petition of those who mourn pierces the clouds and finds an answer, we beg You, give rest to Elizabeth..."
Above the tiny assembly a mother bird sang out, accompanied by the melodic response of her children.