Any ceremony that the people of the Tree City held was beautiful and harmonious. Elves were the most gracious creatures in existence. They could sing, play music, and dance with the utmost grace and skill. The first part of the funeral would take place on the floor of the forest. Amithistella arrived with her two sisters. Every Elf attended with their family. Since Amithistella was highly regarded and fought on the battlefield, she would stand at the front of the crowd. The Bards, Priests, and Druids formed their circles, and the crowd encircled themselves around these casters who performed the ceremony.
Those who died in battle have already been buried, their bodies uncovered so that they may decompose and become one with earth again. Amithistella watched as the Bards played and Priests danced in circles around the burial plot. When the time came, every Elven voice, royal and common folk, joined in a praise offered to Tunare. After the singing and dancing came to an end, the Druids took their formations. They were going to pull together earthen supplies with magic and create a stone plaque to commemorate the brave soldiers and casters who surrendered their lives to protect the Tree City. Such a spell required over a dozen Druids with the highest casting and concentrating abilities and took a few hours to complete.
The Druids were not alone in this, Bards accompanied the Druid spell with spells of their own that aided in concentration and kept the Druid mana flow at its highest. Before the Druids begin their casting, the Enchanters stepped forward and casted spells that also help with the Druids’ concentration and mana flow. Bards and Enchanters are not the only ones who help the Druids cast their spell. Every Elf in the crowd must chant with the Druids, they do not actually cast the spell, for they do not have the powers to do so, but magic lies in every Elven creature. Each individual who chants with the Druids gives a little bit if their will to the spell that the Druids are casting. With magic, each person comes together as one and creates a magical plaque to remember those who died in the battle against Hate, as one the spell will be completed, and the people of the Tree City will go on living harmoniously.
The Enchanters completed their spells and stepped back. They stood in the circle outside the Bards, so they can re cast their spells if need be. The Bards began their chants and their music. Amithistella felt her own mana flow with more liquidity inside her since she was so close. Everyone in the crowd held hands with the Elf standing next to them. The Druids began their spell. They danced in a particular formation and chanted. They chanted the spell once first, and then the crowd began again with them. Amithistella joined in with the others and felt a small portion of the mana within her leave her body as she chanted. Within an hour, she felt fatigued. As a Paladin she used some spells, but her casting endurance was not as high as a caster’s. She wondered if they were beginning to feel the effects of their casting.
Finally, in the middle of the Druid ring, a formation appeared, rocks gathered to form the plaque, they were almost finished. The rocks moved around as the crowd and druids continued to chant and joined together. The plaque was finished, the Eldest Druid stepped forward and casted a spell that inscribed into the rock, it read:
“To save this city, the brave defenders died. Their valor and honor will have eternal remembrance. May their bodies give back to the soil, their souls be with the Gods, and their hearts forever remain with those who love and honor them.”
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