A proper ceremony for someone who could very well be considered family, a Royal Funeral. It was an event that would only occur when a member of the royal family passed away. The atmosphere was glum and dull. Dry breeze blew through the kingdom, the sounds of leaves rustling filled the streets. Candles were kept lit under a huge memorial for Blade. Noel explained to the public the situation that led to his own disciple's death.
The civilians were broken and conflicted, as much as they wanted Blade to live, not one person refuted the fact that he was the reason Noel was alive and standing right now. Noel was one of the protectors of Vraun, a symbol of peace and power.
'Why must we pick? Why is there never the option to save both?'
