3 Months Prior:
"We'll miss you, Stella, the youngest of our tribe, though the most beautiful," the eulogist would say mournfully. It was a calm quite night, with no clouds in sight, only a slight evening breeze gliding by in small fragments, it was the perfect night, for a perfect burial.
I would do anything for a night like this on the day I'm dragged into the deep depths of the realm of darkness.
The cemetery was silent, not a chirp, or a whitsle, or a howl from the neighbouring wolves, only the eastern tribe and it's sorrows.
That was the hardest time of my life, no matter how short or long ago, that moment was the most pain i had ever felt, as if a dagger had been plunged into my heart. Knowing that I would never hear her soft giggles, or her sweet voice as she sang ever again, filled me with tears.
Elana and I had missed her deeply since her death, her soft snow-white skin, her deel ocean like blue eyes, her silky straight brunette hair right after I had braided it. I loved everything anout her, but still, my youngest sister, Stella, had died before me.
Current Time:
"Come on Orchid! We need to go! Dawn is arriving, leave the flowers and hurry back to our tent first, I need you to grab the 'special equipment'." "I know, I know, just give me a second!" I shouted back while hurrying like Elana suggested.
After quickly saying my goodbyes, I laid the dusky purple irses in front of Stella's tree, a magnificent oak, standing tall on it's own in a valley of daisys. The wind would rustle through it's leaves dropping acrons above her tomb in the summer, in autumn, maple-coloured leaves would lightly fall to the ground, where during the coldest months animals would huddle under its roots looking for warmth, just for it to bloom again in the spring before repeating it's thousand-year-old cycle.
In the distence from her tree, you could see a forest so dense that no light what so ever, would shine through the trees to meet the grassy floor, but there was one singular spot where an opening laid, the sky shined there and only there warming the soft grass and creatires who'd scuttle along their dirt paths collecting food for the winter.
Naturally, that became somewhag of an oasis for the animals, a place of peace and harmony, that is until creatures like Qid would show up.