Chapter 654: Painted Memories

Chapter 654: Painted Memories

Suddenly, the air felt charged as the temple went still. Not even an errant cough broke the stillness.

Everyones eyes rested on the professor. Whether they watched her seeking comfort from the words she was about to deliver, orin the case of the Londons and other grieving familieswith judgement, only time would tell. She moved to the podium.

If you knew the alchemy professor, you could tell that her usual self-assurance was absent. Gone was her matter-of-fact manner, and that challenging look she normally fixed her students with, they had been replaced by the grimness of a prisoner ready to face the executioner. Yet, her dignity was on full display as she stood at the podium, looking out over those in attendance, meeting the gaze of Alex and his friends. Her eyes fell on her fellow professors, then her own family.

The alchemist took a long breath, steadying herself.

Then she began. I would like to start by saying that Im not sure I deserve to be up here, Professor Jules said, her eyes low. But, by not being here, I would be denying a perspective on the life of a young woman I came to know over the last two years. Many lost their lives in the realm of Thameland, and I grieve for all of them, particularly for the lives of my young students. Today, my desire to hide cannot be compared to my wish to celebrate their lives, and those of the many who died.

She swallowed. Many are gone, and sadly, I didnt know most of them well, to my great misfortune. I did, however, have the pleasure of knowing Carey London and teaching her alchemy for the past two years. I had the pleasure of working with her in the laboratory in Greymoor as a colleague, and I also had the honour of seeing her grow as both an alchemist, and a dedicated wizard.

Her eyes began to shine. We are jewels, we mortals; gems with many facets that we show to different people. I can say honestly that the very first facet Miss London showed me was one of pure dedication to her country. In the very first alchemy class of mine that she attended in her first year, she asked if Generasi had ever researched the threat of dungeon cores or an entity called the Ravener that plagued her homeland This remarkable young womanat a time when the world of most young wizards is strictly about their studies, parties and friendswas focused on something higher; on helping her homeland in any way she could. I cannot stress enough how rare such a dedication is. I know that in Thameland, those called Heroes are people who bear a specific Mark, chosen by their god. But though Carey bore no such Mark, she is who I will first think of when I hear the word Hero. She was an ordinary young womangifted with mana, that is true, and a talent for alchemy, and a remarkable intellectbut she was no Hero chosen by divine decree.

Professor Jules smiled. Yet that ordinary nature is what made her extraordinary. She had no divine powers, she was neither a warrior nor a great champion chosen by her kingdom. She was simply a young Thameish woman who chose to use her natural gifts for her friends, her loved ones, and for the sake of her realm. She's a lessonfor all of us to learn. I only hope that I, for one, can live up to her example and do everything in my power to help destroy the plague on her homeland foreverand I will dedicate myself to that task, just as she did. I owe that to her, at the very least, and it will be done in her name and her memory. And just like the facets of a jewel, Carey shone in the darkness by offering the light of openness to everyone she met.

Professor Jules then spoke of the things she was privileged to witness as Carey grew in alchemy.

She told stories about Carey in her first and second year. They painted a picture of a young, earnest, dedicated womanwho could be a bit socially clumsy at timeswho had been a model student and a help to both Professor Jules, and the school community.

Some were stories Alex had never known, and they struck him with a sharp pang of guilt.

I spent an entire year and then some avoiding Carey, Alex thought. And now shes gone; I really should have gotten to know her bettermaybe seen some of those other sides that Professor Jules sawbut the truth is, thats not my fault, is it? Its Uldars.

His guilt quickly shifted to anger.

I had good reasons to avoid Carey; she was so dedicated to Uldar back then, that she would have definitely reported me to the priests. I lost the opportunity to make another good friend because of some dead gods stupid bullshit, Alex thought.

He looked at Careys parents at the front of the temple.

Mr. and Mrs. London were listening to Professor Jules attentively. Waves of anger were still bleeding from their body languagedirected at the professor, Baelin, and the school, no doubtbut some of it seemed to have softened after they met the Heroes.

Now that Professor Jules was sharing her memories of their daughter, their anger seemed to calm a little more. Alex knew any road to forgiveness would be long for them, and that was, if they ever forgave the targets of their rage; the professor, the chancellor, and the university.

After all, to them, it was the school whod let their daughter die.

His jaw clenched as his eyes fell on the symbols of Uldar hanging from their necks.

He wished more than anything he could tell them what theyd found in the sanctum, that he could teleport them there and show them the gods corpse then let them see the plans hed designed for the Ravener. But, it was too early for that. And besides, sometimes when people believe something, theyll be so dedicated to that belief, that they deny anything to the contrary that you tell them, no matter how much proof you show them.

Still, its too bad, he thought. They give their dedication to the god and church responsible for her daughters death, while blaming the very people that helped her. One day. One day, when this is all done, Ill tell them the truth. They deserve to know.

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The rest of the memorial service had been peaceful, informative, and for many, tough.

There were lots of folk who stood at the podium, remembering those whod passed on, leaving huge holes in lives theyd once filled. A weeping man rose from his seat, making his way to the podium only to completely break down, turn around, and return to his seat, his head hanging low.

Careys parents didnt speak at the service, they sat quietly, holding each others hand.

Whether they were too grief strickenor didnt trust themselves to remain civilAlex had no way of knowing, but whatever the case, they chose silence.

When the service ended and a temple official announced the start of a reception in the large gathering room beneath the main hall, they made their way downstairs and found a table. Soft music filled the space. Colourful canvases, stained glass panels, and calligraphy depicting gates in the celestial planes along with artists renditions imagining what the after-world could look like, hung from stone walls, illuminated by row upon row of forceballs.

Along one wall, stood a buffet table ladened with plain china and silverware for simple, but comforting fare; the focus here was not on fancy decor, elaborate meals, or music. It was meant to be on people coming together and sharing memories of their loved ones.

Picturing his room, the Thameish wizard teleported back home, touching the painting then teleporting itand the easelback to the reception hall. Gasps ran through the crowd as he reappeared, presenting the painting to Careys parents.

Her mother gasped, her hands pressed to her mouth.

Tears sprang to her fathers eyes.

A group of smiling faces painted with care, met their eyes.

All of Careys friends who had celebrated with her after the Games of Roalmany who had come to rescue her at Uldars Risewere there smiling beside her.

She seemed to glow with happiness in the painting, her eyes bright and her smile content.

Gloria Londons tears flowed.

Matthias London joined her, tears running down his face.

Alex felt a lump in his throat.

Thank you. Careys father wiped his tears away. She looks so alive. We will cherish this forever. Wethis is how we want to remember her. Happy. Loved. Surrounded by friends.

It was the least I could do, Alex said. Maymay it bring you some comfort.

For a time, he stayed with the Londons, talking about Carey. They laughed. They cried. And thenat lastit was time to go.

As the reception came to an end, Alex offered to teleport Careys parents back to their lodgings so they wouldnt have to struggle with the large painting.

He helped them set it up in their room, then bid them farewell before returning to his friends and family. This was a day to spend together, sharing a meal at the Golden Dragon as they had on a rather special day with Khaliks parents and Carey. They would toast and remember her.

After that, it would be back to preparing.

After that, it would be back to research.

After that, it would be back to war.

But, while they were gathered together cherishing each others company, Careys parents had one more surprise in store for them.

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Matthias, Gloria paused, staring at the painting. She had just returned from the water closet and was in their sitting room, preparing to snuff out the candles for the night.

Candlelight illuminated the painting and its beautiful image of their daughter.

Yes, dear? Matthias walked out of the bedroom.

Was that therearound Careys neck earlier? Gloria pointed to the painting.

Her husband startled, his eyes falling on what she was pointing to. Noit definitely wasnt. I remember seeing something similar recently, but I cant place it. do you think theres magic here?

No, I thinkI do believe this is different, I have this feeling of warmth when I look at it. Gloria resisted the urge to touch the painting. It feelsdivine.

Careys parents fell silent, looking at the gift from the young Thameish wizard.

At the image of their smiling daughter.

And at the golden chainbearing the symbol of a lanternwhich had mysteriously appeared around her neck.