Ok, so yall this is kinda like a very small after story of Pan's death. So grab some maple syrup and enjoy the story. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )
People flooded the streets that night, donned in black, holding candles. At every turn you could see memorials filled with candles and flowers honoring our fallen hero and all she stood for. As they walked they were reminded of all she had done for them and what she sacrificed for them. They had no idea her biggest sacrifice would be her life.
Mos was standing there in her black dress crying in the front row of the funeral while her family was talking about their daughter, sibling, and best friend. She soon heard faint footsteps from the hill, stopped crying, and looked over. She started crying once more, not from loss but from community. She saw the entire city present and bowing at the hills out of respect and reverence for her.
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OC lore and trope writing :)
FanfictionI write a lot about my OCs and other random characters that i think about. So, i hope you enjoy. ALSO!!!!! I will have warnings at the beginning of each chapter read them if you get easily disturbed!! I also update weekly :]
