The sun was setting behind the mountain, but the cold air was still.
Lomadia stood holding a torch. To her left stood Nano and Lalna, who was pale and struggling to stand and breathe in the cold air. To her right stood Xephos, Honeydew, and Nilesy. Their eyes were red, and Nilesy's lip was still trembling.
Taking a deep breath, Lomadia stepped forward and set the torch down at the base of the funeral pyre. The dry dead wood caught instantly, and the flames spread quickly upwards towards the still body of Ridge.
She stepped back, and they watched in silence as the pyre and the body burned.
Staring at the fire, she thought back to yesterday morning, when they had found his body. She had also found a note on his bedside table. She had read it so many times that she could recite it in her mind.
“If you're reading this, it means I'm probably dead. I'm sick and dying, and I know I'm not going to survive the night. If I somehow do, I'll keep this letter with me and put it out again t