Hi, guys! I know that it's been FOREVER and a day since I published this, but I wanted Palladium's funeral to be just right. I hope that you enjoy this!

The attack from Rentwel had ceased the day that Faragonda's heart had almost shattered. The day her son died in her arms. The day he stopped breathing.

The day Palladium was lost to a sword.

It was raining, a proper choice of weather for this dreadful occasion. Something that Faragonda had wished she would never have to do.

The teachers were the ones that were to carry Palladium's coffin. It was made of tree branches and flowers on the side, and the top was made of clear crystal. His ageless face looked almost peaceful, as though he were only sleeping, ready to jump out of his coffin and give everyone that joyous smile.

Faragonda was almost expecting that to happen. Her son couldn't be dead. He was immortal. He shouldn't have a coffin. He shouldn't have a tombstone. He shouldn't have a grave.

But he was heading towards his final resting place nonetheless.

The head of Alfea was sat next to her husband, with him on her right and her old friend Griffin on her left. Bloom and the Winx were in the front row with the headmasters, and the students of all three schools filled up the rows behind them.

Tears slipped down Faragonda's face as she watched her Elven son be carried down the aisle in a coffin. She started to sob and buried her face in her husband's shoulder.

Her life was done. Her son was dead. Her heart was broken.

Bloom'sP.O.V.

Bloom watched as her favorite professor was gently lowered into his grave. His sword was in the coffin with him, and he was dressed in his full coat of golden armor. His long golden brown hair was combed neatly and laid beneath him. He almost looked happy, with his hazel eyes closed and resting on the death bed.

The heads of the schools walked onto the stage. The teachers from all the schools stood by the grave of the late potions professor.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to give our final respects to the wonderful Earendur Palladium. He was the best potions professor Alfea could have hoped for. He was a wonderful teacher, respected and loved by his colleagues and students. He was a great friend, and a wonderful son. His memory will live on in our hearts, and we shall never forget him." Saladin spoke, choking up at the end. He turned his head when he had finished and started to cry. The crowd did the same, remembering the bright smile, the twinkling hazel eyes, and the kind, warm voice.

Flora's P.O.V.

The grave was covered with roses, as Flora said that she would cover her favorite teacher. The brunette nature fairy started to cry, and let out a wail.

"He was so nice to me, and in his first year we were so mean to him! I hope he knows that we're sorry." She whispered the last part. She felt her heart break. She had had a crush on the Elven teacher for a while. Now she would never be able to tell him how she felt.

Later that night, while Flora lay in her bed, she felt warm, strong arms wrap around her. She jolted up and saw a figure, transparent and glowing in the darkness, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"P-Palladium?" She choked out in a hoarse whisper. The ghost put his finger to Flora's lips, but nodded. Flora's eyes filled with tears, but she smiled nonetheless. Palladium leaned down to whisper in Flora's ear.

"I love you too, my beautiful nature fairy. Tell your friends that they shouldn't worry about me. I'm with my parents." He said. Then he slowly let his lips fall on Flora's. and the two shared a passionate kiss. Flora couldn't help but notice how soft Palladium's lips were, how strong his arms were, and how safe she felt in his embrace.

The pair slowly broke off, and smiled at each other. The ghostly Palladium stood.

"I must leave now, Flora, but know that I am always with you, right here." He put his long, slender index finger right over Flora's heart. Palladium slowly walked away, and as he did, he started to fade. Soon he was no longer there.

Flora leapt out of her bed and walked to her balcony, making not a sound. A star seemed to twinkle at her, and she knew Palladium's words were true.

He would always be with her.

Even in death.