The next day, Vernasus's funeral was initiated. It was a dour ceremony, the visitors, with Valetni still laying unable to move without assistance in the hospice, mostly silent as the man that had been the beekeeper, a man of high position and commanding great respect despite his relative youth, was set to rest.<br/><br/>His grave was placed between the hives of the bees he died protecting.<br/><br/>Three months went on without dire occurrences, some of the guards would have said that this was due to Valetni being crippled, then laughed a little, before being reminded that the happenings around his injury also led to little Mary being incapacitated and traumatized,  thus immediately fall silent.<br/><br/>It was the beginning of a new day, the sun rising steadily over the horizon, its red encroaching upon the temple to announce the morning.<br/><br/>In response, the temple's bell rang to herald the preparation of breakfast, with it most of the temple's occupants rising to greet the day, gardeners beginning to tend the flowers lining the temple's paths, beekeepers preparing their work, guards patrolling the walls.<br/><br/>It seemed like just another day.