There was a definite chill in the air, it seeped into the hard wooden pews, into the bones of those who gathered, leaked into their very souls. Perhaps not all of them felt it as they whispered amongst themselves so softly there was barely a mild buzz escaping. Outside it was a glorious summer day, as best as could be had for the area even in August, but the old walls seemed to stand as a barrier to that normal and natural friendliness. Nearly every space in the church was filled, coming from far and wide to pay their final respects to a man they had cherished… or so they said.
‘Where have you been if you cared so much?’
the thought came unbidden and bitter.
‘Did you ever even try to find him, to speak to him, after he left the public eye? Did you wonder why he just vanished into retirement like that? Do you know his paranoia?
…did any of you really know him at all?’
‘Did you?’
She nearly jumped as the question rebounded in her head. It was true she had barely begun to discover the many secrets the man had embroiled in his life. All her life he had been there, guiding and helping her, and he had known her better than any. Better than either of her parents, and better than herself. He could look at you, and really be looking through you, into you, finding out what made you tick and why. That had always been his way and never had she questioned that.
Did you always know I’d see some day? Your little Alice to fall through the looking glass? Except this is the way the world really is not the reflection, the truth is dark and bitter, it’s loneliness and fear.
Are you capable of standing against the darkness without him?
How will you ever survive girl? Your just a child.
Almost sixteen.
She knew it was pride and stubbornness that put fire in those words, but for once she didn’t care. Whether she made it or not, she wouldn’t run and hide like the little girl she very nearly was… had been only a few short months ago… she knew the truth now.
I will fight. For myself, for my family, and for him.
What family?
Granda…? dead.
Grandma…? dead.
Aunt…? dead.
Uncle…? Gone years.
Father…? Gone years.
Mother…?
Sat right beside you yet when did she last speak?
Does she even care any more?
Does she even recognise you since the ‘accident’?
Who have you left to care for? And why should you?
They all just leave in the end.
Shut up.
It’s still important.
We can’t all save the world. But those that can must.
I stand as a warrior before the Lord my God and give myself up to his service. To defend all of His creations who still walk in the light. To uphold His laws and His principles as he has set down. And should I fall in His service, then He shall lift me up.
…I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Exactly
As if on cue heavily voices rang out filling the chamber with sweet music. The choir was sad, echoing thoughts and feelings of the passing… but rose to sing of their rejoicing. Both at the gratitude at the life he had given, and the knowledge he was safe in the Lord’s keeping.
At least, that’s what she heard.
Those sentiments carried through the service, and a beautiful thing it was, giving her strength to deliver the reading. She poured her heart into those words knowing in the House of God they could find purchase.
And later, not so very much later, it was over. She stood over the grave of her Grandfather and placed her white rose on the coffin.
They said it was a heart attack Granda, can you believe that?
I know better. I will find out, one day, somehow.
Your fears were real and they came for you.
If I ever seemed to doubt that I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry Granda, can you forgive me?
I know I’m young.
I know I’m not a Warlock like you.
But I’ll fight your fight
Our fight
The worlds fight
I promise
She blinked.
She knew what she had done. Remembered what and why.
She remembered walking up to the great monument of the church.
She remembered the journey back, with her Mother never uttering a word.
Yet between was nothing.
A blank page in her mind.
Forgive me