“Mesfido.” The mystic spoke, but only to the archangel who had preformed the miracle. His former student turned to his voice and, after a few moments, realized who had spoke. “This place saddens me. Walk with me into the Dome.” Whispering to Elrick and Chronos to remain where they were, Kenjin walked, and where he did the rain seemed to part, towards the young deshi. “I understand that you and Jaina have resumed your training under my friend, Chronos. Is that right?” Mesfido offered him a slight smile, and nodded.

“Yes,” he replied. “He seems like a harsh sensei, but I am sure he is more then capable.”

“I sense sorrow in your voice, deshi. Are the funeral proceedings difficult for you?”

“It’s not that,” Mesfido answered, and shook his head. “It is just difficult to see someone so loved die.”

Kenjin smiled, and nodded. “I know what you mean,” he answered, and his avatar tapped its head ever so slightly. “I feel all the grief of the world, inside my mind. I can sense everyone’s sorrow, and it pains me. But I also feel when others die, and that saddens me too. Death is a difficult thing for me.”

“It is?” the angel asked, and raised his brow.

“One fears what one does not understand. In my case, it is the fact that I am eternally trapped in a place very much like death. The crossroads of the Universes. I can see everything there will ever be to see. I have seen Johnny Bones. I have seen his death, and I have seen a terribly sad force result from this. The Universes themselves weeps at the loss of such a person. It is…unusual. The Universes are normally accepting of death, but for Johnny Bones, it was different.”

“How so?”

The avatar massaged its brow momentarily, as though pained by some memory. “I heard many screams,” he answered, and refused to elaborate. Kenjin did, however, perk up a moment later. “Here. I believe she is somewhere nearby. We must find her, before the funeral begins.”

Mesfido seemed confused. “Who are we looking for, Master Kenjin?” he wondered aloud, and at this Kenjin smiled a little bit.

“Cadenza. I must find her,” he answered. “Only she can carve something fitting on that gravestone that Chronos constructed, and you made beautiful. Only when she finishes it should it be considered complete, young deshi.” The two continued their walk, the angel and the mystic, into the quiet halls of the Dome, in search of the teacher.

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