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One Year's Eternity

Chapter 24

January 8, 12:31 P.M.

"We are here for, not a sad occasion, but a celebration, of one who has passed onto the Sacred Realm. Telma Susannah Annette, friend, caretaker, and responsible for the most popular bar in Old Castletown, simply 'Telma's Bar'."

The priest went on. And on. And on. About someone who had no family whatsoever. And the closest 'family' to her was sitting next to me, iron expression, staring at the carpet.

"Yes, she never married or bore any children, but that didn't mean that she wasn't loved."

Link's head bowed lower than it was already, the smallest of sighs escaping from his lips.

"She is proceeded in death by her parents, mother Brendah Josette DeMarc, and father, Carl August Wylliam Annette. Also, her younger sister, Pamela Renée Annette."

Pam, Link's voice rang through my head. She died before she turned five of tuberculosis.

I closed my eyes, blinking back tears for someone I never knew.

I bet she was a Goddess-send, I sent calmly back.

"She is survived by her fiancé, Renado Flamini, and his daughter, Luda Flamini. She is also survived by the orphan, Link, who she raised as her own son."

I thought they weren't going to put me in the program, he growled.

I turned my eyes to the aisle that I was next to, avoiding Link's gaze. There were plenty of people. In the row of seats in the far back, I managed to see a short head peeping out, purple-gray hair and black eyes.

Anjean?

You know Anjean?

I quickly turned my attention back to Link, trying my best to mask my surprise.

Yeah. She gave me the Fierce Deity mask.

His jaw tightened.

She gave me the Ocarina, telling me to give it to the person that was on my mind. I was talking to you, so…

I felt myself blush.

She told me to give the box to 'the young Courage Bearer'. She knew your name and everything.

How…?

Not sure.

"We join in prayer," I was interrupted in my thoughts.

Link looked at me quickly, then bowed his head and clasped his sweating hands together. I followed suit.

"For our days are not only few; but full of evil. Anxieties perplex us; dangers alarm us; infirmities oppress us; disappointments afflict us; losses impoverish us; and we fear that you, great and gracious Goddesses, anger in Thine wrath. O shut not Thy merciful ear to our prayers, but spare us, O most Holy Goddesses, most mighty deities on high; O holy and most merciful Savior; Thou most worthy judges eternal. Suffer us not, at our last hour, for any bitter pains of death, to trust in Thee. And we beseech Thee, O powerful, wise, and courageous Goddesses, o receive with mercy unto Thine arms the soul of our dear departed sister today, that we may rejoice in their life And honor their passing to Thy eternal care. Tyon deu."

"Tyon deu," the room chorused.

"Go forth into the world in peace; be one of strength; be wise in decisions and actions; be of good courage; hold fast that which is good; render to no one evil for evil; strengthen the fainthearted, support the weak, help the afflicted, honor everyone, love and serve the Holy Ones, rejoicing in the power of the Their protection, and the blessing of Din the powerful, Nayru the wise, and Farore the courageous, be among you and remain with you always."

"Tyon deu," everyone repeated.

Telma had been cremated. The box holding her ashes was taken out of the room and taken out of the doors in the back of the room. Everyone that was seated, starting with the front rows, followed the bearers out into the cold. When the seventh row was ushered, Link and I stiffly stood up and followed in tow. I was following the man named Renado, who apparently was supposed to be marrying Telma. He had long, black hair and was extremely tall. I looked at the last row, but Anjean wasn't there, neither was anyone with purple-gray hair. As we filed into lines outside, rounding the back of the long-ish black car, I pulled on the sleeves of my dressy, light jacket.

Ugh, my coat's inside!

I heard Link laugh a little, but then went back to stone faced and distant.

Everyone was silent as the bearers put the ashes into the coach. They fastened in the box, which had a Gerudo symbol engraved into it, and closed the doors with a loud slam.

Gerudo heritage. Reason for the symbol, reason for the cremation. Her Gerudo mother married a Hylian. All Gerudos are to be cremated, for they believed that when you die, your spirit went to the Sacred Realm and your body was to return to the dust, where it started. Link's face stayed in a state of solid titanium, but his voice was calm.

Thanks for the history lesson. I was wondering. I closed my thoughts.

It's like he can read my mind or something… hehe.

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A/N: Hoped you liked that depressing chapter. Yeah, a week and a half of Writer's Block, and this is what I came up with. Not proud of it at all. Maybe you guys could change my mind.

Serious Note: Pamela was based off of a sister with tuberculosis who died shortly before her fifth birthday. My mom's sister. I never got to meet her, obviously; I wasn't even thought of then. But from pictures, I see that she looks a lot like me. And from my mom, she was sweet and care-free, despite the sores and constant coughing. My mom thinks of her often, just because she's afraid of forgetting what she sounded like.

Wow. That was more depressing than the actual chapter.

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