“Gaia! Bette! Come, “it was the younger follower Bette engaged in conversation with that was soon to become a mother running towards them trying to catch her breath. The worried look upon her face suggested either something was wrong or something had been found. Looking at each other they followed her immediately. Running down the bank of the river they slow down their pace just before they arrived at the spot were Bette had commanded they dig. The followers surrounding the hole stood awaiting their arrival. Staring at the seldom looks on their faces an eerie feeling washed over them both.

“Bette, “Kelly says stepping in front of her, “Before you proceed further I should——-.”

“Remove yourself from my path, “she commands sternly still disgusted by her presence. Reluctantly stepping aside she stares at them both as they passed her. Stopping at the edge of the giant 6-foot hole they gaze down at the image before them not speaking a word as their voices seemed lost. The silence amongst them caused the others to stare at one another nervously. Kelly, ignoring Bettes rude response to her moments ago decides to speak again.

“Your eyes do not deceive you lying before you an unknown soldier draped in Lesbiannicus colors the condition of her body suggest she has been deceased for———.”

“The soldier is not unknown, “Gaia says finding her voice then slowly walking to the other side of the hole, “She has a name.” Positioning herself at the edge she slowly makes her way down into the hole. Kneeling at the head of the body she carefully removes her sword placing it down on the cold soil next to her.

“Urena “she whispers her name softly but loud enough for all to hear. Removing the small dirt particles from her face she strokes her hair. Lifting her gaze she looks down at the rest of her body. Visibly, her clothing revealed large stains of blood wounds she had sustained in battle that eventually stilled her life. Her arms were folded over her chest, body wrapped in Lesbiannicus colors, and her sword at her side she looked at peace. Staring at her lifeless body flashbacks of the times they spent began to fill her head. To Gaia she was still a baby, the little girl she and her wife took in and raised as their own. She could still her voice asking a million and one questions as her mind feed of wisdom and knowledge. It she who bestowed the task of looking over Alice and seeing her to safety, clearly a task she paid dearly for with her life. Overwhelmed with guilt she places her forehead on top of hers and the tears she could no longer contain poured from her heart and soul.