Geto City Outskirts
Great Western Empire
December 7th
Year 1051
**RUMBLE!!
The sky rumbled as the clouds began to gather in the sky. The postcard-perfect sky had changed completely. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade had darkened into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud had formed, blotting out the old-gold colour of the sun.
**PITTER-PATTER
The rain splattered down on all the people dressed in black who were staring at the proceedings of the funeral ceremony in front of them.
Evan took shelter under an old oak, subconsciously hoping that he could see out the shower.
Droplets of moisture dripped from the leaves, sprinkling onto the grass like a gardener's hose. The rainfall became more intense as a wall of rain moved over the oak with the drops drumming against the canopy.
His gaze, however, was fixed on the figures of the priests wearing robes inscribed with a 'Golden Rose' symbol who were conducting the funeral ceremony in front of him.
