Chapter 653: Five Birthdays and a Funeral

Chapter 653: Five Birthdays and a Funeral

Careys parents werefrom all appearancesjust an average middle aged couple walking into the temple, and most in attendance reacted to them as such. There was no grand fanfare, no announcements, no one jumped to their feet, or bowed.Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

Yet, those who knew them by sight paused when they entered.

Professor Jules and Watcher Hill stared at them for a moment, subtly whispering to each other. The professors face showed resolve, and tension, much like a first year student taking their very first exam.

Alexs family took note of them when he told them who they were.

Soon, even those whod never seen them before, were turning around, wondering who they were until their eyes fell on Careys mother. Carey had been the image of her mother; blond haired, petite, and chubby cheeked with a touch of her fathers features thrown in for good measure; his blueeyes, button nose and soft chin.

She was stamped with their likenesses, and their features told everyone who the couple that just entered the temple were.

Some mourners nodded to them, acknowledging them quietly as they were led toward the front of the temple by an usher. Others, like members of Campus for Uldar, scurried from their seats, intercepting them.

You must be Mr. and Mrs Londom, Im so sorry for one started.

I was great friends with Carey, right until the end said another.

I am so sorry for what happened to her, she was truly the best of

The grieving mother and father were assaulted by a storm of condolences, some genuine, and othersAlex had the suspicionnot so much.

He had seen such nonsense before, at other memorial services, and even his own parents funeral. People who hardly knew, or rarely had anything to do with the deceased would suddenly appear, pushing themselves to the forefront, proclaiming how close they had been to one another. Then the weeping and wailing would start, and soon, all attention would turn to them while the actual bereaved were left comforting them.

I must have cried every night since I learned of Careys death, sobbed one of Careys former friends who Alex had probably seen all of two times. I think I might have had feelings for

Whenever I go out, I miss having Carey beside me. Everyday I look out across the sea and imagine shes still here a young woman exclaimed, her voice rising.

Attention-seeking snakes, Theresa growled under her breath.

What? Selina said, her voice a whisper. How are they snakes?

The huntress shook her head. Ive never seen those people before. They remind me of some of the ones at your parents funeral.

Selina looked at her sharply. What do you mean?

Theresas face hardened. There was this man who showed up, screaming and crying about how much he missed your mother and father. Father asked him to leave twice, but he wouldnt go until the priest strongly told him to.

Yeah, Alex said. I remember that. But I didnt know why your father was so mad until later.

Why was Mr. Lu mad? Selina asked.

Now Claygon was leaning in.

The Thameish wizard snorted. Apparently, the man and dad hated each other: they were both soft on mum when they were school boys, and the guy wouldnt stop coming on to her, even after mum and dad got married. He even tried to ambush dad with some of his mates one night, and if Mr. Lu hadnt been there, it wouldve been bad.

Thats why father found him after the funeral and laid him out with a smile on his face, Theresa smiled with satisfaction. He was making a terrible time even worse, all for a bit of attention.

Thats disgusting, Selinas voice was flat. And you think those people are like that? She nodded toward the small crowd surrounding Careys parents.

Alexs frown deepened. At mom and dads funeral a bunch of people surrounded me just like that. It felt strange and real uncomfortable when they started talking about how broken up they were by what happened; the problem was, mum and dad had never mentioned them before, and I had no idea who most of them were. Then, when I got olderand needed a jobI didnt see any of them coming around to help me.

He glared at the crowd gathering around Careys parents. Funny how that works, isnt it?

Alex had a good mind to get up and break through the circle; those poor people didnt need a bunch of fawning hypocrites drowning them in horse dung right now. He could go over, simply offer her parents his condolences for now, then let the usher show them to their seats, and talk to them later

Oi, why don you lot leave em alone? a familiar voice rumbled from the doorway.

The fawners gasped, looking toward the commanding voice.

He banished those thoughts as the usher guided Mr. And Mrs. London to their seats at the very front of the temple near the loved ones of the others whod fallen. The Heroes and Alexs other friends took seats on a long bench in front of the young wizard, the huntress, Selina and Claygon.

Cedric turned around. Alex, Theresa, Claygon. He nodded, before spotting Selina. Oi, little onewait, yaint so little no more. Been a bit.

Cedric. Selina smiled. Im glad to see youbut I wish it was at a better time.

Aye, I hear ya.

Oh, and happy birthday. You too, Drestra, Hart and Merzhin.

All four of the Heroes paused in surprise before answering.

Damn, I actually forgot, Hart rumbled.

As did I, Merzhin said.

Things have been too eventful lately, Drestra agreed. And thank you, sweet child.

Well talk later, Alex whispered as more mourners came through the temples entrance, looking to pay their respects to the departed.

Soon, the chamber was fullto standing; a great many people had died, and they had left a great many loved ones behind. Alex wondered how many more services he would find himself attending before the nightmare Uldar had created was finally dead and gone for good.

The distant ringing of a bell announced the start of the ceremony, signalling the hall to silence.

A city officiala steward of deathstepped to the podium wearing robes of deepest black, accented on either shoulder by strange pauldrons inlaid with miniature braziers burning frankincense.

He sniffed. Loved ones. Friends. Honoured living. Today we gather togetherunder the watch of many deities, spirits and ancestorsto both mourn and celebrate. We mourn the passing of those we cherished in life, and celebrate them reaching their final destinations in the after-world. May they know peace, and may the lives they lived provide comfort for their immortal souls. Now we

The official gave an eloquent, passionate speech about sacrifice and the burdens of the living as they bid farewell to the dead. He spoke of the privilege of not only living as one chose, but dying as one chose, he also peppered his inspiring words with a brimstone-tinged speech about how monsters shouldbe punished for their ravening slaughter.

Alex found the words moving, he noticed others nodding their heads in agreement with the man as his voice rose, warming to his subject.

When he finished, he ceded the podium to Watcher Hill.

Alex noted the sudden/abrupt shift in Careys parents bodies.

Today I speak for fallen warriors who died giving their lives for a cause, and for the lives of others, she said. They fought a terrible battle against monstrous foes

Monstrous is an understatement, Alex thought, recalling the First Apostle.

and their loss granted others victory, she continued. For that, I am as proud of them as I am ashamed of myself. They

She continued, speaking on their bravery, strength, and iron will.

At the end, she finished with a promise of terrible vengeance against the enemies that had cut them down.

Down with the Ravener! a member of Campus for Uldar cried, and his words were echoed by half a dozen others.

Alex noticed a slight nod of approval from Mr. London.

When Watcher Hill was ready to leave the podium, she announced who the next speaker would be, yet, it remained empty for a time.

Alex soon realised why; Professor Jules stood stark still, staring at it, looking as though she would rather walk off a cliff. Her eyes flicked across the crowd, pausing for a few moments, and Alex craned his neck, spotting an older man and a young family near the rear of the temple.

They were all small framed, andexcept for the manbore a clear resemblance to Professor Jules. They were nodding their heads, seeming to convey their support for her through their body language.

Alex was also noddingthough she wasnt looking his wayoffering her his wordless encouragement.

At last, the alchemy professor squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and strode to the podium.

Mr. and Mrs. Londons faces were as set, and as cold, as ice.