Royal Blood, Royals Bound

8. What an End

Thats it? The end of the war? This is the part I hate most, sitting near death and pretending like I feel the families pain of losing someone (well I have experiance) This is the time they anounce which soldiers passed away.... Im a little scared because father hasnt shown up and it's been two days since the war ended. Could he be dead? He couldnt father never would leave us?! "Where's father?" I asked mother in a whisper as we sit in the service of the deceased . She stays quiet and I think I know the answer. The tears well up in my eyes as I wrap my mind around the fact that someone else is gone...We lost this battle this time for sure.
The pastor stands on the pulpet wearing full white to represent purity, hope and faith, all the things I cant think of right now. I look over at Katrina and she cant stop crying snot running down her face it makes my tears spew faster and thicker. "He's really gone?" I ask, my heart crumbling seeing the tears run down my mother's face. Its hard to breathe and I think I might just die. I look back at the people behind me and try to grasp the facial expressions of everyone. At least I know that father had people who cared....at least. "We hearby gather around to let our lost souls rest in peace and even though we lost our king we have someone to gladly take his place. We have not lost yet my good people. We have not lost!" The pastor speaks with eagerness. "Do not lose faith my bretheren for there is another day and another chance we can take to regain our win." he encourages.
"But the win doesnt matter anymore to most of us, its the people we lose in the process that make us want to take revenge! What do you have to say about that!" Katrina yells at the pastor everyone's attention on her. The pastor so taken back is speecless people start whispering murmuring in the croud. "Yes! My son was killed and all we did was fight again and lose more people's family members what should we as a community say about that!" a young blonde haired women stands up yelling.
"My sister was accidently blown up during last war two years ago what about that, no victory done this time if we loss against the Styles." he yells at the pastor. All of you!" mother interupts te crowd goes silent. We will next time so be quiet and let the pastor finsh! Thus go on pastor with the service." My mother snipped and anxciously he continued everyone listening. "Well these are all the people we want to say our goodbyes to." he says starting the endless list of names. It fel like years have past since he's been saying the list and he makes a stop. "Last but not least our King, Julian Eric Mason." His name made me feel more badly about myself. Harry had warned me last night, that one of our parents were going to go he thought his mother because she had an illness but it was really my father all along. And to think that Harry and I were so happy this war didnt last long and that a lot of people had seemed to survived. Carter was suprisingly put out there and came back with only a messed up leg, thankfully. Taliyah and Fatima alive and well. Harry had people still alive on his side too that he deeply cared for. But all that beautifullness been crashed down by the fact that father is really gone. My father who helped give birth to me was really gone. How can I live without him he needs to spring to life like right now so I know that I can do better in life. If he comes back I promise to get a good husband, have all his grand children! Everything! I just want him back! Im sorry for ignoring him the day the war had first set out, not letting him know how much he means to me! He's my father for God's sake I didnt give him a proper good bye or a simple "I love you." Im sorry for disobeying him when he told me to go to bed when I was like ten. Sorry for saying that I hated him on my thriteenth birthday or even the day he didnt let me play in the rain. Im so so so sorry for everything!