Damian’s whole counseling court arrived at the palace. Tamaki greeted them with despair.
“You missed the burial ceremony!” he said.
“But may we pay our respects? Please?” asked Jadeus.
Tamaki led them out to the graveyard. The one in the middle was where Yingtai was buried. But Helmuth rushed over and knelt down. He saw the garments of Damian. And through his blurry and teary eyesight, he saw that his name was written beside Yingtai’s name.
Pan knelt right beside him, where Helmuth collapsed his head against his left shoulder. He wailed and wailed, mourning the loss of his best friend.
“He’s gone too,” sputtered Tamaki, holding tight to Jadeus.
“He wanted so much to be with Yingtai,” said Jadeus, as his voice broke “This is all our fault!”
Sallé began to cry as well as Bayard.
“I am going to miss her!” Sallé blubbered.
“I shall as well, Brother!” sobbed Bayard.
Pan embraced Helmuth and lovingly rocked him back and forth.
“Helmuth,” he sniffled, “I shall join your court, even without Damian physically here.”
“Okay.” Helmuth cried.
“And I will promise you that you will be the greatest leader of this counseling court that Damian put together. He would be so proud of us.”
“Okay.” Helmuth cried.
Neither Yingtai or Damian wanted to end their lives. It wasn’t intended for them to die in the first place, even though, one threatened to commit suicide, and the other one suffer a terrible illness.
What was worse was, no one ever understood the power between the two students of the academy in Shilla. No one bothered to congratulate them for their relationship or their engagement.
The storm passed by and they were walking out through their grief and woe.