The rain continued to fall, as it did for the past few days. The clouds released all the water they had stored in them, having no regard for the people below them. The wind howled as it blew through the trees and the thunder roared as it echoed though the skies. However, this little grassy field surrounded by a giant forest seemed to be getting hit the hardest. Nature was not helping the already depressing mood set by the events of the past couple of days.
Everybody watched as the body of the once loved hero and invaluable friend was cremated by the fire. As the fire died down, everyone turned to older woman dressed in a red and white kimono. Her brown hair was tied into a ponytail that ran down to her mid-back section. In one hand, she had a staff made of oak that rounded off at the top and had several rings around it. In the other hand, she had a bag filled with powder. Her facial expression remained the same as she threw the salt over the body. Her brown eyes, normally fill