Day of the Dead
Isabel Night
I do not own the Ronin Warriors, The Dark Warlords, or Mia. I do own Mercedes and Pepita. This story is based on research I did on "El Dia de los Muertos" or the Day of the Dead.
Prologue
It was a quiet, boring autumn morning in Talpa's former Capital City. A few weeks ago, the festivities of the rice harvest had ended, and now the inhabitants were trying to settle down for the usual harsh winter that came every year. Inside Talpa's repaired castle, Dais was heading out to the castle gardens to meditate when Cale abruptly stopped him. "Where are you going?" The Warrior of Winter asked his friend.
"To the garden," Dais replied, "you know that I set aside this time everyday to meditate."
"Well, not today," Cale sighed, "the Ronins have, what the mortals call, an "exchange student" over, and she wants to see us."
"Why?" The Warrior of Summer asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Well," ex-Warlord of Corruption replied, shaking his head, "the Ronins told her about the war and a lot of other things, when she, for some odd reason, asked if we knew anyone who had died recently."
"So they told her about Anubis, and the funeral we held for him several months ago?" Dais questioned.
"Yes," Cale nodded, "in fact when she learned about the funeral, she smiled and asked that all of us rendezvous at Mia's house."
"When does this "Exchange Student" want to see us?" The ex-Warlord of Illusion asked.
"Now," Cale answered.
The one-eyed warrior threw his hands up in the air and sighed, "Then I guess we should get going."
"Sekhmet's already there," Cale huffed, "the both of us need to get back to the castle and change into some "mortal" clothes."
"Fine," Dais replied as the two remaining Seasons walked back towards the castle proper.
Isabel Night
I do not own the Ronin Warriors, The Dark Warlords, or Mia. I do own Mercedes and Pepita. This story is based on research I did on "El Dia de los Muertos" or the Day of the Dead.
Prologue
It was a quiet, boring autumn morning in Talpa's former Capital City. A few weeks ago, the festivities of the rice harvest had ended, and now the inhabitants were trying to settle down for the usual harsh winter that came every year. Inside Talpa's repaired castle, Dais was heading out to the castle gardens to meditate when Cale abruptly stopped him. "Where are you going?" The Warrior of Winter asked his friend.
"To the garden," Dais replied, "you know that I set aside this time everyday to meditate."
"Well, not today," Cale sighed, "the Ronins have, what the mortals call, an "exchange student" over, and she wants to see us."
"Why?" The Warrior of Summer asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Well," ex-Warlord of Corruption replied, shaking his head, "the Ronins told her about the war and a lot of other things, when she, for some odd reason, asked if we knew anyone who had died recently."
"So they told her about Anubis, and the funeral we held for him several months ago?" Dais questioned.
"Yes," Cale nodded, "in fact when she learned about the funeral, she smiled and asked that all of us rendezvous at Mia's house."
"When does this "Exchange Student" want to see us?" The ex-Warlord of Illusion asked.
"Now," Cale answered.
The one-eyed warrior threw his hands up in the air and sighed, "Then I guess we should get going."
"Sekhmet's already there," Cale huffed, "the both of us need to get back to the castle and change into some "mortal" clothes."
"Fine," Dais replied as the two remaining Seasons walked back towards the castle proper.