Safely back in the Resistance Base, Connie sat on her bed, getting ready for the funeral. She wore a black dress that fell just below her knees and a black jacket with a hood. She had black heels, fancy but in a way that was appropriate for a funeral. Apparently, you needed a partner, so Connie was going with David, and Aviance was going with Vol (obviously). 

The rain is perfect for right now, she thought, looking out of the foggy window. The rain was her favorite weather, but it encompassed the feeling of the past 24 hours. How everyone was devastated but they had to be strong. How suddenly it seemed that a burden had been placed on her shoulders by a girl she barely knew, but who had seen into her world. What had the Oracle been saying?

"You look beautiful." David said, standing at the door suddenly.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"What's wrong?" He asked, taking her arm as they began to walk downstairs.

"I think... we should talk about it after the funeral." Connie decided. David nodded his head.

"Of course." He wore a black shirt and black jeans, not a suit; but somehow it looked more meaningful than a suit could. When they got downstairs, they saw Aviance and Vol. Aviance motioned for them to follow her, and they approached the exit. One after another, they spread their wings and soared out into the rain. Below, Connie saw the remains of the Oracle's flower; the tree where the Small Turtle's lived, their tiny green figures dressed in black exiting. She saw the rubble left from bombed homes as they passed over East Wilton. She saw SailHaven, floating in the distance. She saw caves where expeditions had taken place, open feilds where children had played, forests where people had gone mad and given way to the wild. She saw Kyngdom, and as they approached the lone hillside covered in begonias, she felt tears drip down her face; not only because a child was dead, but because her Kyngdom, her home, her childhood, was almost gone. She swallowed her tears, needing to stay strong; knowing that the things Alexandria and the others had died for were the things that were fgoing to bring it back. Maybe not her childhood, maybe not her old home; but her Kyngdom? That, they would fight for.

Without thinking, Connie stands up. All eyes turn to her.

"Um." She says, wondering what she should say. But before she has time, words began to flow out of her.

"When I met Alexandria, she was an eleven year old girl teasing her sister like any normal kid. She was..." She hears Vol stand up.

"She was a girl who could tell when someone was worried, who was strong and fierce and quick-witted," Vol adds.

"She was a trained assassin who's childhood was stolen," Aviance tunes in.

"She was a girl who didn't get to know her sister long enough, but loved her enough to make up for it," Icy consoles a sobbing Shadow. 

"She was a girl who fought to the end, who was determined to beat the cheater who killed her -- and she did," Sprocket says fiercely.

"Because we will avenge her," Shadow looks up from her tears. "We will avenge my sister."

"We will avenge everyone who has been brutally thrown away, who have never had a proper childhood, who have had their lives cut short for no reason. The people, if we can call them that, who have performed these cruel, brutal, bloodthirsty, cold acts of destruction and unnescessary murder must be stopped." Connie looks around at the understanding faces. "And the only way to do this is to stay together." She turns to Shadow. "Alexandria was a girl who had a strong love for her sister. I know that if she was still alive, she would want you to fight for a world she should have lived in. A world we all must fight for." She is speaking mostly to Shadow now. "If we stay together, we can fight for what you want." She pleads. Shadow looks undecided. Connie turns back to the others. 

"Good bye, Alexandria," She takes her hands and lifts them toward the sky in a cup, spreading her wings.

"Good bye, Alexandria." Shadow does the same. Soon all the Winged ones had their wings spread.

"Good bye, Alexandria." Sprocket lifts her hands, tilting her face to the sky. Soon everyone examinsthe heavens. Surrounding the headstone Connie sees many people. The Small Turtles; Nebula; Trillian; Mina; Sprocket; Shadow; David; Aviance; Vol; Icy; Poe Allen; Lycaella; Nygrune; Alex; Mortem; Nieke; the Oracle; and in the distance two figures approach the circle and raise their hands to the sky. Bird and Lucina have arrived, but Connie focuses on the present, the circle of friends and family around her. She holds faith in them. She only hopes they hold faith in her. 

Slowly, after a long time, Connie lowers her hands. She sees others do the same. Slowly she hugs Shadow and, taking David's arm, begins to slowly walk away. On Alexandria's grave she leaves her gift: a single begonia from her old home, strange in hue, almost purple. Attatched is a piece of paper who's message is quickly disenegrating: we will fight.  

Lycaella~

I blink as a raindrop hits me just below my eye, but I continue to stare upwards into the murky clouds. I didn't know Alexandria too well, but I still chose to come here when the word came of her funeral. shadow is distraught, disconsolate, devastated. It's like a part of her died along with her sister. I wish I could say something. But what is there to say?

"Actions speak louder than words," Nygrune says, as if reading my mind. "We have to go back up to Northern Kyngdom and destroy Catastrophe. For Alexandria. For everyone."

"But isn't the only thing that can kill him the Powers?" I say softly. Nygrune looks away for a moment. 

"I don't know. Maybe, but maybe not. And even if so, we can weaken him."

"I suppose..."

"We have to try."

"We will."

"Come on," Nygrune takes my hand. "Let's go inside. Your dress is getting wet."

I hold up an umbrella. "I don't mind, but you can have this if it bothers you."

"We can stay a little longer if you make a eulogy," Nygrune suggests.

"What? No. After Connie's?" I protest. 

"All right, then," he says, but doesn't go anywhere. He just opens the umbrella and holds it over both of us. An old lullaby drifts into my mind.

"Follow the crow, follow the crow, she will show you the way," I sing.

"Follow the crow, follow the crow, she won't lead you astray," Nygrune joins in with the harmony.

Others start to sing along. shadow's weeping begins anew, but she gains control and takes the melody. I smile a little. It feels almost as if we're putting Alexandria to bed, singing her to sleep. A mattress of earth, blanket of grass, quilt of begonias. She will rest, and we will slay all of her monsters.

A tape is sent to you labelled "Miss me?"* and you open it, popping it in to your nearest screen so you can see the transmission. Alexandria appears, and she's in a darker setting, like in a bunker room of some sort. She sighs and begins talking.

"Dear Shadow...and the Resistance.

If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. Well, not 'probably.' I am dead if you got this."

She sighs and snickers quietly to herself before continuing.

"I want you to find Headmistress Rigga. Kill her. And don't miss the funeral.**

"Rigga created an entire army and is planning to unleash it soon. She's paired with Olympia and has several spies in the Resistance and other armies. Catastrophe is also a big problem too, but now you're fighting two forces. She's part of an organisation that Catatrophe is also possibly a part of called the Black Skull. I've been working undercover around her for years now, finding bits and peices of information. She's one of the head leaders, and if you kill her and go to her funeral, you'll see other officials. Secretly take out those officials too, and the links will be broken. I poisoned the last arrow I shot her with, so finish her off. I predict her funeral to be in a week.

"Shadow, thanks for being my sister. Thank you to everyone at the Resistance for being my family. Expect more transmissions soon, after my predicted time that you finish the assignment. Please do this for me. 

"One last mission, Resistance."  

*Sherock reference

**James Bond reference  

I'm coming.

ha, I accident posted this on a different thread. Anyways, here is a piece of writing not really related to my character, but I thought maybe some of yours might feel this way. 

A figure walks into the clearing. A few creatures look up, startled, others tense and get ready to run, yet others hide themselves to wait for the figure to reveal itself. I am the figure, the figure is me.

A cape is flung open, long hair is revealed. A pale face, arms stretched to the sky. A cry few can comprehend is let out into the night. The ones near enough to hear shiver at the sound. Sorrow is deep, deepness holds sorrow. 

Eyes glitter beneath the moon, and tears splash onto the earth. The silver liquid full of meaning. Hands drop down and clench. Anger is quick to come, the quickest to come is anger.

The girl in the clearing turns away from the sympathetic eyes, away from the questioning glances. The air is full of silence, but there is not peace. Strange things will be happening, the happening will be of strange things. 

Memories drift on the breeze. You can catch them not, yet they catch you. You are enveloped with emotion. Broken ties, lost homes, betrayal. Pain is definite, definitely there will be pain.

Another CD is sent to you written with a Sharpie "Miss you."

Alexandria's face appears again, in the same setting as before, and she smiles.

"Hey Shadow. Or Maria. I always wanted to call you Maria but never wanted you to kill me, so I stayed away from it."

She laughs to herself and continues.

"Most might think I'll tell you to 'fight on,' or 'continue the cause,' or 'be a hero!' and stuff like that. But I'm not. I'm just gonna tell you to live on.

"I know you, and you're an emotional little girl. You can't take the heat. But I know since you received this, I'm dead, so you're probably grieving right now, or you're bloodthirsty for revenge, or something else. Honestly, that's why I love you so much. You're a fighter. But since by now you've accepted that I told you to kill Rigga, maybe the second feeling is out. You're still grieving. And nothing can ever stop you. I mean, if I was alive and you dead, I wouldn't know how to continue to live with myself. And then I realised. We're alike in so many ways, and if I don't think as an eleven year old that I can live with myself after you die, who knows what you're thinking. You've got to live on. I'm going to be like a corny therapist and say that I would have wanted you to continue your life. Spend it with the Resistance family, with horses, with Jake. Spend it at the parks you wished we would have went to, or hanging out there with Mina. Spend it tweaking machines with Sprocket, or playing games with Icy. Spend it laughing with Alex or drawing with Lycaella. Spend it flying with Aviance or going to cafes. Spend it with everyone that we know and love, because you aren't going to be around forever either. And if you decide to go now, then that's your decision. But know that I want you to live your life, and it's all about me."

She laughs while saying that last part and adds, "Just kidding." 

But her expression turns meaningful again and she continues. "One last thing before I sign off. Know that no matter how long we had together, I always loved you and truly knew you were my sister. I don't think there's any other way to say that, so accept it and carry it with you instead of coating it in grief." 

She sighs and mutters to herself, "Claaws, I'm cringing at myself so much." 

Alexandria looks back up at the camera and laughs, finishing off. "Love you, Maria. "