With the urn in her hands, she walked in the water, not stopping until it covered her knees. The breeze was cool, causing her uncovered skin to shiver slightly, although her hair created a bit of protection against it.
Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again
Dove began to sing, opening the urn while staring straight at the sky, as if she was trying to find heaven between the orange-coloured clouds.
Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this memory bittersweet
Until we meet
Her hands trembled as she continued with the song. Tears streamed down her face, while still looking up, not daring to look down for a second. She could feel the cold water soaking her dress, the waves trying to push her back. However, she stood there. Trembling but unwavering.
Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget
Finally, she let the ashes fall to the water, sinking down and surrounding her before being washed away deep in the ocean. Her eyes were now staring at the water, watching the ashes leave her side. With a sigh, she prepared herself to sing the last part of her song. Just like the ashes, it was time to let Alder go.
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light
A chirp resounded way behind her, far away, near the forest that surrounded District Four. A Mockingjay flew out of them, making its way to the beach, where it circled around until the rest of the Mockingjays, that had been staying for years next to her house, joined in.
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The Life of A Victor || Finnick Odair
Fanfiction❝Welcome to hell! Tell me, how does it feel to be Snow's new puppets?❞ ➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳ A Victor's child is probably the most prestigious title anyone could have in the Capitol's opinion. Maybe even for the Districts. But the reality wasn't as great a...
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