Danisha
The entire forest seemed to be mourning with us as the coffins were lowered into their graves. Not a soul stirred. The silent breeze lazily caressed the swaying leaves of the trees. The continuous melody of the rustling leaves was the only sound in the air.
The survivors of the victims choked back their sobs. Even so, their expression told a thousand words. As the final pieces of the casket were lowered, the Queen kept her head bowed in mourning. With a downward-pointing sword, she knelt on the ground beside the other mourners. Even though I saw tears, everyone tried to remain patient in the honor of our heroes.
The Queen rose to her feet and transformed into her lycan. We all followed suit. Her majesty raised her head to the air and let out a deep wail, mourning our loss. The
