Another funeral

Katinka turns her head to glance at her sister, Alana. Her face was partly hidden under her long dark hair. But that didn't hide her tears. Tears for a lost father... Sighing, he looked again at Haram, the priest leading the ceremony. She hates formal temple services. Their mother sat at the chair specially set up for her in the temple. The seat, painted with gold paint, was pompous, but that's just part of being a widow. Her two daugthers, sat on matching benches at her feet. Her husband is at the front of the temple .. In a wooden box. Above their heads, an incense pot swings back and forth. The temple is filled with a scent that reminds her of a crackling fire, then a field of lavender. Behind them, guards line up neatly to keep the killer from coming back and stabbing them in the back. Katara's emerald eyes are focused on a crease in her black dress as they listened intently to the high priest's words. While mother looks up at Katinka , she notices that her beautiful sister, is trembling on the bench. She tries to contain her sobs with all her might. Her hand is tucked into Alana's .Alana...her youngest daughter. Her punishment. It was her fault that her husband had died! She can't explain it but she just knows! A warm breeze plays with one of her dark curls. Alana looked at Katinka. A look of haunted pride is visible on her face as she gazes at the box. She wanted to forgive father. So bad. He was her father and, in spite of everything, she kept him close to her heart. But her last words with him, weren't pretty. How could she ever make up now? Alana again focuses on the ceremony, hoping it will soon be over. Katinka bites her lip. The white wooden box is decorated with orange flowers. Rodehanthe looks at Alana. He had never seen his best friend so emotional. Rodehanthe looks at the mother. Her eyes speak. She just wanted to know who was responsible for the murder and get revenge. The ceremony has ended for some time before mother regains the strength in her legs. She slowly lifts herself off the ground and walks past the freshly vaulted grave. White roses adorn the neat sand heap.

Alana gives a muffled sigh. She sits a bit further on the roots of an old tree. First grandma, now father? Why did they want to kill them? She looks up silently at Jaspar who sits down next to him. Jaspar respects the girl's silence. They both stare at the sun until it has completely disappeared into the mountains. "You know" Jaspar starts, but stops again. "Have you ever heard of the Bermuda Triangle" Jaspar finally begins? Alana shrugs in silence. "We are not alone in this universe, Alana. There are others. Beings that look like us. People. They are like us, almost. Talk and fight. Dance and eat. They die like us. And yet they are different. We Elves can only die of an unnatural death. The knife, an accident ... you name it. People die of old age. They are born, live, and grow old. And when they are old and gray they die. " Alana looks thoughtfully at Jaspar. "How come I have never heard of those people? Or that I've never seen one before ",Alana finally asks."They live in a different part of this universe. From this earth, actually. But they have no idea of ​​our existence. They think they are alone in this universe and that the Earth is theirs. How selfish and stupid that may sound. Man is the most incomprehensible and ignorant race on this planet, if I have to be honest. They are blind and they are afraid of things they don't understand. Anyway. They think they have their own world. But they have this thing... this place in their world. A mystery as they call it. They call it the Bermuda Triangle. For years they have been trying to find out what it is. Ha! They should only know that it is actually the way to our world! They would .. You know in their pants, "Jaspar roars. Alana smiles. "Jaspar , what are you trying to say?" "People Alana .. Are stupid. They are born. Live a short time and die. And then ... Then they have a funeral and tell all that they have accomplished in their lives. And especially what not. And the what not to list is usually longer. What I'm really trying to say is ReAlana i ... You never know how long you will live. I learned that from studying people. But the time you live you have to live. Real-life. Don't let your life live. I know you are very upset about what you have experienced. But don't let this put you down. Your life is not over yet. And you have to live. Before it's really over. We do not die of old age. But that doesn't mean you live forever, Alana. I am bad at explaining things. I know that "laughs Jaspar and scratches his broad head. Alana smiles. "I understand you Jaspar." Jasparnods with satisfaction. "What do you mean by people are different?" Jaspar smiles at Alana . "People are. Well. They grow up and forget. " Alana stares at Jaspar incomprehensibly. "Once people grow up, they stop believing in the magic of the world. They only believe in one thing. Money!" "Is that the same as coins?" "That's right girl" winks Jaspar. "Listen Alana, I'm rambling. I know that. But what I'm really saying is don't let this end your life. Learn from it, grow from it. " Alana nods. "I hear you Jaspar." Jaspar sighs with satisfaction and licks his bottom lip. "Alana" resounds shrill. Startled, Alana turns around. "Get inside", mother orders arrogantly. Alana nods. Without looking back at Jaspar, she runs away. "That's a good girl, Jaspar sighs and shakes his head.