A week had passed since the war ended. Inside one of the upper chambers of the Morgain castle, Trafalgar stood in front of a tall mirror fastening the final buttons of his dark formal shirt. He was preparing to depart for the Cemetery of Swords. Today was the funeral of Sylvar du Morgain.
During the past week, many things had happened. The first piece of news had come through Caelum only two days after the war ended. Garrika had finally woken up. Trafalgar had not been able to visit immediately, but the report had been clear. She was recovering well and would survive. The Academy had already been informed that he would not be returning yet, and fortunately there had been no objections from their side.
He had also traveled briefly to Euclid, where he met Mayla. She had been worried since the final battle began, but the moment she saw him standing there unharmed much of that worry faded from her expression.
