Spirits of Norway

Chapter 5

Paris opened her eyes and looked around. She seemed to be in some sort of room. The room was lighted by candles. She quickly propped herself up, accidentally headbutting helen. " ow " she said, her eyes closed. " whoops, sorry " she said rubbing her forehead. " it's ok " said helen also rubbing her forehead. Paris turned her head to see her grandfather laying on a stone block on the opposite of the room. Cloth lay on top of the stone brick. His hands folded together over his chest. The hilt of his sword sat underneath his hands. " Isn't that how they buried their knights back during the medieval times? " asked Paris. Helen turned her head towards Tiro. Her face saddened. " Yes, it is tradition for a warrior to be buried with their sword " said Helen. " Come, it is time " said Helen, standing up. Paris nodded her head in understanding. She stood up. The door opened. Four figures walked in, all cloaked in black. Their faces covered by masks of different animals. They stared at helen and paris before taking their place by Tiro. They each grabbed one end of the stone block's corners and started walking. Paris stared at helen, but she was already walking after the figures. They followed the figures to a cemetery at the back of the temple. Brisk morning light blinded Paris. She blinked her eyes and kept walking. Helen handed paris a black cloak. " Here " she said. Paris put it on and clasped it together with a clasp in the shape of a silver paw print. The cloak was black with an orange dragon stitching on the back. Helen had one as well. Her's was like Paris's, but hers had a red tiger stitching. They walked for about five minutes before coming to a stop. They arrived at a set of black chinese gates. The figures walked through, entering a cemetery. They kept walking until the figures stopped once again. This time they were standing in a fairly large cemetery. Rows of 50 were lined up. Paris looked at the graves in the ground. Each one with a pawprint carving, their name, and a small carving of their animal spirit. They stopped in one the middle rows. Three of the figures levitated the stone tablet while one spread his hands over the ground in front of an empty gravestone. The ground seemed to fall open as it formed a 6 foot grave. Three of the figures started chanting. A bright light blinded paris as a crystalise started forming over tiro's remains. The four figures carefully levitated tiro into his grave before putting the dirt over him. One of the figures pointing a bony hand at the empty grave stone. Words started forming on the grave. The four figures bowed before leaving. Paris watched as the gravestone now read, " Tiro Hiashi ". Paris examined the grave. She saw a paw print carving on the bottom of the gravestone and a bear head carving on the top above her grandfather's name. She walked toward the grave and placed a bouquet of flowers in front. And just like that, he was gone forever. Paris fell to her knees and started sobbing. She already lost her parents, now she lost her grandfather? Helen decided to leave to give paris some space. Not long after, Paris made a silent oath. " I swear to the ancient dragon, i will find you montegar and i will get revenge for what you have done ".