Death of the Land's Beloved

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In the palace, The New Resistance, old friends, Doom, Sharn, Endon, Jarred and Anna gathered. The ceremony ended. Only Barda, Lindal, Sharn, Doom, Endon, Jarred, Anna, Sonia and Rye remained beside the grave. Each had their moments, prayers of farewell, their own tears. Eventually, everyone left, except Anna.

I N M E M O R Y O F

KING LIEF AND QUEEN JASMINE

LOVED BY ALL, OUR MONARCHS ASSISTED

US IN OUR EVERY NEED, INCLUDING, THEIR

GREAT SACRIFICE FOR US, THAT LED THEM

TO THEIR HEROIC DEATHS.

A SON, A DAUGHTER, A FATHER, A MOTHER

OUR FRIENDS, ONES OF THE PEOPLE

H E R O E S T O A L L

Alone, Anna travelled to the Forest of Silence, her mother's ancient home. She left a note though, she inherited some of her father's natural caution. Doom sat huddled alone in a corner, more grim, tempered and solitary as ever. Sharn was hunched over her work fast asleep. Will supervised Jarred as he threw knives and shot arrows at targets. Endon sat staring out the window, like how his father did when he was bored. The very thought made him choke and drown in tears, but then he spotted the note, its corners flapping in the breeze. He walked to the table and read it.

Dear Grandmother, Grandfather, Endon and Jarred,

I'm sorry if I've scared or worried you, but I have gone to

Forest of Silence to visit mother and father. Please do not

come after me. If I am not back within three days you can

come and check on me.

Kind regards,

Anna

Endon felt very confused, he didn't see her come in, didn't hear the door creak on rusty hinges, saw Jarred wearing their father's camouflage cloak.

"Of course..." He muttered, face-palming himself. "She must have climbed up into the window, exiting likewise. Grandfather!" He raised his voice to the miserable Doom.

"Mmm?" He grunted, a bit too harshly. But Endon understood.

"Anna went to the Forest of Silence." Doom started.

"Alone?" He thundered. Endon nodded, then half-smiled as he passed the note.

"We don't need to worry, she's like mama. Walks the forest like the Wennbar itself. Climbs as fluent as the Vine-weaver birds fly. Anna will be fine."

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