Track slowly walked towards the cemetery outside of town, where a service was starting to begin. It was a bright day, without a cloud in sight. Yet the weather didn't match the somber atmosphere which had fallen over the graveyard. The teen passed under the archway that read "Hollow Bastion Cemetery", and pushed open the rusty iron gate. It didn't make a sound as he closed it and moved along the rocky path towards the few people who had gathered to remember the life of the man who had taken him in only two years ago. Those two years seemed so inexplicably short in hindsight, yet they were all Track had, and all he would hold on to. He moved through the ever so small amount of people, until he was in front of the casket. The minister, wearing a black blazer, white collared shirt, black dress pants, and rather large black horn-rimmed glasses which sat at the very tip of his somewhat hooked nose. He was just beginning when Track arrived. The minister eyed Track suspiciously, but resumed the ceremony. "Ladies and Gentleman." He began. "We are here today to celebrate the life of Charles C. Miller. His life was unexpectedly taken from him two days ago, and came as a shock to all of us gathered here." The minister paused. "Yet, we should not mourn his passing. Charles has been let loose of his mortal prison, to forever rule with the others who have gone in the realm of light. For that, we should rejoice. Think of all the good memories of him that you have, and how he impacted your life. For all the family and friends gathered here, I wish just to say that Charles lived a great life, better than most of us can ever wish of living. Now, please give your condolences to Charles before his mortal body is forever placed beneath the ground." With that, a small line formed, with Track in the front. He stepped in front of the casket and viewed his mentor's face for the final time. He silently wished that Charles was indeed in a better place, and a tear fell from his cheek onto the face of Charles C. Miller, who looked oddly at ease. That rare tear seemed to trigger something inside of him, and he began to briskly walk away from the coffin. When Track neared the archway, he looked back for a final time and whispered, "Goodbye, Charles." The teen pulled his hood up as he made his way out of the cemetery. The weather was still irritatingly happy and carefree. Track quickly began to run towards the town, maybe to find someway to ease the sadness there. The world seemed to flash by him until he could view the castle and town surrounding it appear upon the distant horizon. The teen slowed down more and more until he reached the plaza, over which the large shops loomed. He simply joined the crowd going about there usual business, trying to find some way to distract himself.
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