Entropy

WG| Chapter XXX: I Wish I Knew Your Longer

The empty fields are filled with bonds of fire, sharing the dead back to the universe. The tombs crafted by Gaeriscelleh's wood never burn against the roaring flame; a polish is fire resistant and gives off a cinnamon rosemary aroma. This funeral ritual is the only thing that the Teketa and Gaeriscelleh have something in common. In fact, the entire Verantuvia share this ritual to honour the dead, brought by the Gods themselves. Corpses turn into dust with the colour of wood. Everyone in the empire was rocked by this battle because ten percent of troops died to knock out more than half of Teketa's population.

After all bodies burned, only one to stay for the future Queen herself and her friends. They prepared a special eulogy to one of their greatest friends who have fallen: Ella Sovegneir.

"Most of our kind has been saved by their sacrifices

a sacrifice that end with violent violet vices

all of them died with screams and war shooting from their souls

souls that break branches and doomed the dirt until it's no more

in this world there is no sin

a sin that will trapped them in this world until a heated end

I lost my dear friend

a friend that will persuade perspectives about a coven

I wish I knew you longer

eight years is a childhood too short

Best Regards, Dominique."

"We can't heal the deepest wounds,

yet we can't let them bury us,

the dirt of detrimentally,

dig that hole until you reach the core.

They say that mourning and depression is a cold world;

It's hell, burning them, like her own fertility

only returning strength and cold hearts don't melt.

I didn't melt from the demon that saved me.

I wish I knew you longer.

A decade is a fast trip.

Love, High Priest Rick."

"I should've been for you as a companion,

Five years is worth the trust as a companion.

I am not worthy because I wasn't there

to save your neck and head as a true companion.

Branches of bane break your brain and tongue

while Ive watched you die- a companion

The Lord himself is vengeful as they speak;

he has nothing left for his companions.

I wish I knew you longer;

scholar's lost without you, companion.

Sincerely, Blathnaid."

"Honour the High Priestess,

Who has a voice in a million.

A voice so impactful that the menace turns frail.

A legion of evil swallowed by what she trembles.

Death takes the rare and benevolent creatures too quickly

like it wants to have the greatest for its own.

I keep that in my mind to honour her

for bringing us together and choosing me.

I wish I knew you longer

to learn about the greatness of humanity.

Sincerely, Aelen."

I can't make it go away,

Vanity's in vain to veil my own mistake.

Everyt'ing is my own fault

Lest everyone will die because of me.

It will take an eternal to fix w'at I've done,

Save myself from anot'er possession,

Save t'e 'igh priestess in anot'er timeline,

Entities will not suck us into t'eir world wars.

I wis' you knew you longer,

So I can say I'm sorry.

Please Forgive Me, Love, Ivelisse."