Denzel, Ronald, Cordelia, and the Sanctuary Keeper cautiously re-entered the room, prepared to retrieve the bodies of Nira and Ezrianna. But as they approached the spot where Ezrianna's lifeless form had lain, they were met with an unsettling sight - her body was gone.The group exchanged bewildered glances, their minds racing with questions. Claudine, Ezrianna's best friend, pushed her way to the front, her eyes scanning the room frantically."Where's Ezrianna?" Claudine asked, her voice trembling. "She was just here..."The Sanctuary Keeper's expression turned grave. "I don't know, child. We left her body here, alongside Nira's."Denzel's brow furrowed. "This doesn't make sense. We need to find out what happened to her."Ronald's eyes narrowed. "This feels like dark magic at play."Cordelia's face paled. "We can't just leave her...wherever she is. We owe it to Ezrianna to find her."Claudine's tears began to flow. "She died, and now she's just...gone? She doesn't even get a proper burial? It's not fair..."The group's shock and confusion gave way to a sense of urgency. They knew they had to find Ezrianna's body and uncover the truth behind her disappearance.As they searched the sanctuary, their emotions ran high. Claudine's sobs echoed through the halls, while Denzel's determination grew. Ronald's concern for the group's safety intensified, and Cordelia's fear of the unknown deepened. The Sanctuary Keeper's usually calm demeanor was replaced by a sense of unease.Their search yielded nothing, leaving them with more questions than answers. Where was Ezrianna's body? Who could have taken her? And why?The group reconvened in the room where it all began, their faces etched with worry and their hearts heavy with sorrow."We'll find her," Denzel vowed. "We won't rest until we do."Claudine's tears slowed, replaced by a resolute expression. "We owe it to Ezrianna to find out what happened to her."But for now, we need to perform Nira's burial first, Denzel said sorrowfullyThey all agree that it's better to host Nira's burial first and then find Ezrianna's body afterDon't worry Claudine, we'll find her okay, Cordelia encouraged Claudine, who was crying a pool of tears.In a secluded glen, where the ancient trees whispered secrets and the moonlight danced upon the ground, the burial ceremony for Nira, the beloved banshee, was set to take place. Nira, known for her ethereal beauty and hauntingly melodic voice, had captured the hearts of many, including Ronald and Cordelia, who stood at the forefront of the gathering, their faces etched with sorrow.The air was thick with a sense of reverence as the community of supernatural beings and humans alike came together to honor Nira's memory. Lanterns flickered softly, casting a warm glow that contrasted with the chill of the night. Flowers, both wild and cultivated, adorned her simple wooden coffin, a testament to the love she had inspired in life.Ronald, a tall figure with a heavy heart, stepped forward to speak. "Nira was more than just the alpha's beloved; she was a beacon of light in our darkest times. Her laughter could lift the heaviest of spirits, and her compassion knew no bounds. We are all better for having known her." His voice trembled, but he held back tears, wanting to be strong for those around him.Cordelia, with her flowing silver hair and deep-set eyes, followed Ronald, her voice soft yet firm. "Nira taught us the importance of love and unity. She brought together beings from all walks of life, reminding us that our differences are what make us beautiful. We will carry her spirit with us, always." She placed a delicate hand on the coffin, her fingers brushing against the flowers as if seeking solace in their beauty.As the ceremony continued, Denzel, Nira's partner, stood at the head of the gathering, his expression a mix of grief and determination. He had lost not only his love but also a part of himself. He spoke of their shared dreams and the future they had envisioned together, a future now forever altered. "Nira was my heart, my strength. I will honor her memory by ensuring that her spirit lives on in our community. We will protect each other, just as she would have wanted."The night deepened, and one by one, those who loved Nira stepped forward to share their memories. Stories of laughter, kindness, and the moments that defined her life filled the air, weaving a tapestry of love that enveloped the gathering. Each tale was a reminder of the impact she had on their lives, a legacy that would not fade with her passing.As the final words were spoken, the moon shone brightly overhead, illuminating the glen in a silvery light. The community gathered around the coffin, holding hands in a circle, their hearts united in grief and love. With a gentle nod from the alpha, Morwen, the psychopomp of the pack, came out and began to sing. ***********************************In twilight's hush, where shadows playWe gather to bid farewell todayTo Nira, dear one, gone from sightMay her journey be guided by love's pure lightMay the stars up high, shine down on her wayAnd the gentle breeze, whispers a soft farewell dayMay her heart be at peace, her soul now freeIn the realm of the ancestors, may she find ecstasyWe wear the cloak of sorrow, the veil of tearsFor our loved one, who calmed all our fearsThough death may take, it cannot stealThe memories we hold, the love that's realIn the silence, we find our strengthIn the darkness, a light that lengthFor Nira's spirit, that will forever roamWe'll hold her memory, in our hearts, our home.As the last notes faded into the night, the coffin was lowered into the earth, and flowers were scattered atop it, a final gift from those who loved her. In that moment, they knew that while Nira may have departed from the physical world, her spirit would forever remain a part of them, guiding and watching over them as they continued their journey together.
