[ELARA]
The Cursed Gulf is calm today—it’s an unusual scene. Every time I’ve gazed into this sea, I’ve seen it covered with thunderclouds on the horizon, no matter what time of the day it is. This serene calmness looks like a sign from the Goddess herself as she takes back the dead prince into her meadow.
Kian Blackwell is laid onto a wooden pyre, adorned in the finest silk. Mourners surround it, gathering in hundreds over the sands that border the Cursed Gulf. Soulbinders recite the prayers that are meant to release his soul, making it free to cross over to the ethereal realm and into the Goddess’ meadow. When they’re done, King Eldric approaches the pyre, casting one last longing look at the only son he ever had before, he places a crown on his chest and retraces his steps.
The Quee
