"Let us celebrate his life," He said, raising his hand. "And let us say our final farewells." A flame sparked in his palm and leapt onto the body. Aether clenched his other fist, the one he had slashed on the blade before, and reopened the wound. "I offer my blood to the spirits of the otherworld." He called out as the flames blazed, covering Lord Ladran's body.
Butterflies formed from the roaring flames, they fluttered all around the body. Aether pressed his palms together and whispered. "Guide his spirit to the great beyond, please."
The clan heads repeated his words, as did the council and the others attending the funeral. They watched in silence as the body and the logs burned, as the flames consumed all that was left of Lord Ladran.
The logs snapped under their own weight as the flames consumed them. The gentle wind carried the sparks and embers into the air.
