Flint lay still, his body rested on a large pile of logs and straw, concealed by a large silk sheet. The sun was rising on the horizon and the sky burned a bright red.

Eden's eyes scanned the field. So many people had turned up to say goodbye to her father and brother. The faces where sunken, saddened by the demise of such a great man. The people where of all classes, poor, rich none of it mattered as they all shared their grief.

Eden looked to Laurel, her eyes where puffy and red, evidence she had been crying for a while. No such redness was around Edens eyes, the girl didn't seem to show much emotion, she hadn't cried yet. Some would say this was bad for her, that she should let her emotions flow, but she kept her strong stature.

"Today" the Priest Began, "we bid farewell to our dear king Flint Whiteshorn. Father and courageous ruler of Odesh."

Gadings body was also rested on a pile of logs, covered by a second silk sheet.

"We also say a permanent goodbye to our Prince Gading Whiteshorn, though he never ruled, he was known as an energetic young boy who would have ruled as lovingly as his father had before him" 

Two men stood beside the bodies, each had a flaming torch in their hands. They wore the purples of the royal guard, and had the signature curved swords of them.

The Priest continued "Now as we say goodbye we prey that there bodies be put to rest and their soul may rise to the side of Kammeth." The priest gave a nod to Laurel and she walked up to the front, beside the priest.

"A lot of you may not have known my father personally" Laurel began "But you know of what he has done, the land of Odesh has been at peace for a long time over the rule of my father, he cared about this land and he would have done anything to protect it. Now he will become part of it, his ashes scattered across these fields." Laurel then looked to Eden to see if she wished to speak. The girl just shook her head silently.

With that Laurel looked to the guards and waved for them to begin.

The men slowly placed the torches on the straw below the royal bodies, the entire bottom soon lighting. Laurel began to cry once again as she returned back to Edens side.

As the torches were set onto the pyre, a group of the mourners began to sing. It was a slow dirge, sung as if it were a choir elegy. The singers, a group of mourners wearing the symbol of Kammeth, slowly joined together, their words echoing throughout the vast waves of people. They were accompanied by a single drummer, rhythmically hitting his drumstick against the thin skin of the frame drum every two seconds.

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Close your eyes, my child,
Now it is time to rest,

You have left this world,
And gone on to the next,

Home is now behind you
And the heavens are ahead

Rest your weary legs,
You've no more roads to tread,

Flint and Steel,
Ash and Sand,
We will forever miss you,
In these earthly lands,

Flint Whiteshorn,
Be lead by Kammeth's hand,
We will forever thank you,
For leading these lands,
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As the song ended, the sun rose. The day was just starting. What lay ahead for Odesh?