(I will be switching to first person from now on)
After I lost the only person I ever loved and the only person who ever loved me, I surprisingly felt close to nothing. Of course, I felt a seething hatred towards those who committed such a heinous act. But for the most part, I was just in a state of shock and did not know what to do.
I wanted to track those who killed my mother. I wanted to have a funeral for her, and I wanted to crawl up into a little ball and stay there wallowing in sadness, but I knew I could do none of the above.
I had no knowledge of tracking men. My only knowledge of hunting was tracking large beasts, as that was all my mother taught me so far. I couldn't have a funeral. I had no money for one, and no one else would care about her death, since our family was scorned for my differences. Another thing I hated about this village.
I wanted to die, but I couldn't stop living. I needed to know what she meant by "the answer to everything". That's what is most important right now. So I got off the floor with a determined look in my bright blue eyes.
I picked up my mother's corpse and walked outside to an empty piece of land. I started to dig out a hole with my bare hands and after digging what I thought was at least 6 feet deep I softly laid my mother into the hole.
I returned to the house to find my mother's belongings and after retrieving her bow, dagger, and ring I started to feel something emanating from the ring. She mentioned how important it was to her and that's why I wished to bury it with her, but it seemed as if the ring wanted me to keep it.
I decided to keep the ring and pray for my mother to her God. I never had much experience with religion because so many different cults and religions existed that the school never taught any. My mother told me that it was my decision which gods I wished to worship, but getting mixed up with the evil gods who demanded sacrifice for power would never end well.
My mother worshipped the god of the hunt Charot. He was a lesser-known god of hunting apparently, but she worshipped him anyway. I found a large stone and stuck it into the ground above the solemn site I had placed her in.
I began to utter the prayer "Dear Charot, please take this humble hunter of yours to the paradise of the wild and let your servant hunt for eternity forever more."
I cried as I uttered the last words "With death comes life, Rest in Peace Miria the hunter."
I turned with tears flowing from my eyes and started to walk to the base of the mountain slowly. With only a mysterious ring and severe grief weighing me down, I disappeared into the tree line without a word spoken to any of the villagers I had known all my life. It was as if I knew I would never see any of them ever again.