» Fri May 27, 2011 10:13 pm
Unfortunately, Harper's pulse died shortly before they had made it to Bleak Rock. Christine was crying for her father, begging for him to come back. Ermine had nothing to say, nothing he could do to comfort her. "Let's prepare a coffin. I'll speak at the funeral." He glanced at the civillians, they were preparing for a battle, "You dont need to prepare, we have plenty of men to keep our 'government' at bay if not destroy them."
Ermine, now wearing a pre-war suit began to speak, "We have gathered here today to show respect toward this man, Harper. There are few men like him, I may have known him for a short time, but I know that he was strong and grasped his humanity. We are here not to mourn this man but to remember him. Harper had a daughter, Christine. He had shown great care for her, he loved her more than anyone. Remember this man, not his death, but his life,"
After the service Ermine told Christine her father's decision, "Christine, your father wants you to live with your closest friend, who is she? can you take me to her?"