Nimros and Rolanth stood silent, gazing at the funeral pyre. Both of them were a little surprised at how the chosen ones took the on-the-spot funeral so far, with the pedestal of earth and the song played by Achmed's manipulation of the wind. But, at the same time they were glad that they had a heart, and weren't just about fighting.
Nimros closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened him he saw something flash in the blazing pyre, what seemed to be a small image of a pantera rising up into the flames. What...? he thought. Just as soon as he saw the flash, it was gone.
As the funeral went on, the sun slowly set behind the castle in Cathalia in the distance. The pyre lit up the training area behind the tower, but soon the bodies of the panteras were reduced to smoldering ash, except for some of the bones.
Suddenly, a harsh wind blew through the forest and through the training area, blowing out the remains of the fire and blowing away the ash. The robes of all the chosen ones, along with Nimros and Rolanth, flapped madly at the cold wind. Nimros looked into sky towards the east, and his eyes widened a bit.
"Oh no..." he said. "Chosen Ones, as of now the funeral is over. We must get into the tower immediately. Gather your things, and hurry! And don't try to stop the wind. An icy cold blast of air is the least of our worries," he yelled to the chosen ones. He also noticed that the clear night sky was now filling with clouds. He then turned to Rolanth and whispered something into his ear. Then, as Nimros hurried the chosen ones into security of the tower, Rolanth quickly went around the training area, making sure he hid or disposed of anything that would hint that some kind of powerful elemental magic had been going on.
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