Sol and the Lamia continued on their journey, walking for hours until they came across a field of ripe berries. They stopped to rest and picked the berries, savoring their sweetness.
As they ate, the Lamia began to talk about her tribe's bonding ceremony, a tradition where members of the tribe would come together to honor their ancestors and strengthen their bonds with each other.
"I wish you could see it," the Lamia said wistfully. "It's a beautiful ceremony, filled with music and dancing."
Sol smiled. "Maybe one day I will," she said, feeling a sense of closeness with the Lamia.
As they continued their journey, Sol couldn't help but think about her previous life and what had happened after her death. She wondered if anyone had mourned her loss or if they had moved on.
Unbeknownst to Sol, a solemn ceremony had taken place at Hogwarts in her honor. Dumbledore had led a small group of students and faculty to her grave, where they paid their respects and said their final goodbyes. It was a somber affair, filled with tears and heavy hearts.
But despite their grief, life went on at Hogwarts. Classes resumed, students continued to learn and grow, and the world kept spinning.
As the sun began to set, Sol and the Lamia found a secluded spot to set up camp. They sat by the fire, gazing up at the starry sky.
"I'm glad we're on this journey together," Sol said, breaking the silence.
The Lamia nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Me too," she said. "I feel like we've formed a bond that can't be broken."
Sol smiled back, feeling a sense of belonging with the Lamia. She knew that their journey together was just beginning, but she was excited to see where it would take them.
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Sol Craft Reincarnated
FantasyAbout a young twenties-year-old girl who got teleported or reincarnated into a new world full of demi-humans.