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Serenno~Blackgate Manor
Men and women from across the galaxy had gathered on Serenno to attend the funeral for Adron's family. Of course this gave the young lord no illusion of comfort. Why should it? His entire family slaughtered, their legacy nearly destroyed, and no type of justice to speak of for such a travesty. He watched from the steps of his keep as the estate's court yard was flooded with noblemen, military leaders, and dignitaries from hundreds of worlds. Many had known his father by reputation, the boy wondered how many had ever even seen the man. His eyes rose to the wooden pyre constructed in the center of the court yard, placed over a large metallic host, resting on the pyre were the lifeless bodies of his family. No longer able to stomach the site he turned from the image, focusing instead on the small band that was assembled on a nearby balcony. As their instruments began to sing and the crowd came to a chilling silence Adron felt a need to swallow deeply, clearing his throat.
Slowly he made his way down the steps of the manor, two members of his security team flanking him closely. The crowd before him parted, allowing him easy passage to the pyre where his family rested.
"There is no death.....There is no death...." He repeated whilst continuing his advance. "There is only The Force." The boy completed.
Far faster than he had wished he had reached the pyre where a single wooden torch was being lit for him. A metallic stairway was linked to the structure which he climbed as the music came to a soothed halt. His eyes scanned over the bodies that laid over the pyre and he felt the tears attempting to well up in his eyes. He had to be strong, he had to show as Lord of the house he would be as powerful as his father, but it was becoming too much for him.
A few stray tears rolled from his cheeks before he gave power to his voice, speaking out to the crowd surrounding him. "Today we honor those who have become one with the Force. Their service will never be forgotten, their legacy will live on, and their memories will be preserved." He called out, a slight falter in his voice as he spoke.
Once again clearing his throat he spoke yet again, his eyes falling down onto his father. "We honor, Lord Avius Malvern. Jedi Master and Lord of the House." The lifelessness of his father was stunning, so much so it caused a noticeable pause in the ceremony. Never the less he continued to his mother after the moment had passed.
"We honor Lady Jassica Malvern. Jedi Master and Lady of the House." As if growing numb to the feeling Adron continued with increased ease. Moving to his younger brother he could not help but clench his hands, tightening them into fists. "We honor....Aric Malvern. Padawan Learner and second son of the House."
Again he continued, this time to his eldest sister, who even in death held an aura of defiance. "We honor Lady Diandra Malvern. Jedi Knight, First daughter of the House, and keeper of the watch."
Finally his eyes fell to his older sister, Kassa. "We honor Lady Kassa Malvern. Jedi Knight and Second daughter of the House."
An exhale of relief came from him as he turned from his family, glancing down to the torch that was being held out to him. Adron bent down to receive the tool, looking over the crowd once more before setting the torch in the center of the pyre. There was supposed to be more but the boy had done all he could do. He glanced up at the band and gave a slight nod, signaling them to continue the music. As the flames grew and the music played Adron lowered himself from the steps, refusing to watch his family burn.
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