Bury the Dead

[Narthok 10416]

 

Bury the Dead

Burying the Dead | The Clone Wars S7:E12 Ending

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There was no rain. There was no elaborate band of players. There was a maimed Rex, a small Urukine, and a cold corpse. At first the young kub did not understand. Why did her Father sleep so deeply. Why did he not hear her voice, smiling as he did so often, picking her up and throwing her over his head. “Why won’t he wake up!” she asked Thrall with rising panic. “He is dead little one” The Rex said mournfully, fighting back tears as a kub so young was forced to confront the reality of life as an Uruk. 

 

“What means dead?” The little Urukine asked, her visage still confused. “He is sleeping the long sleep, he goes to the ancestors now”. The Rex would offer gently “He will not laugh, he will not cook his hunt at the fire, he will not take up his spear and bow. He has gone where we cannot follow, not until it is our time”

 

The ominous silence of the Great-Goi of the Urukim, enchanted with the strange tension of mourning was pierced by the mournful keening of the Urukine kubling, freshly orphaned.

 

The Chieftain of Chieftains sat in silence, listening to the small creature weep, her entire body not yet as long as her Father’s arm. He did not offer comfort. Grugmak was her blood-kin. The Way was clear that there was a time to mourn, and that time was now.

 

Eventually the Urukine Kub turned to Thrall “Why does he leave Murt?” she asked, her eyes red “It was his time” Thrall responded simply “Come” He’d grunt, turning and pacing from the corpse and the cavern into the ravine beyond the Great-Goi of Lurak. Turning he would point to the countless slabs of carven stone that lined the walls of the ravine “Deed-stones, memory-stones” He’d offer simply “This is how we remember those who came before… When you are strong, you will carve one for your sire…”  

 

The Urukine would consider her words for a moment, “Murt needs to be alone” she’d mutter. The Rex would nod sadly “ Then listen and hear, the advice of Thrall, who has carved the stories of many into these stones, take food and fur, climb to where the mountains kiss the clouds, then climb further. Listen to the winds”

 

The kub would pause for a moment considering his words before departing. Whether she would heed his advice remained to be seen.

 

The maimed Rex turned, making his way back into Lurak. With a gesture he called Glimm over to his side “Gather the Shamans, Grugmak will be sent to the ancestors with honour. It is one thing to be killed fighting the enemy. But to be killed fighting allies…” The Rex sighed, “Thrall has spoken, call the Tribes, call the Clans, call the Shamans, we bury the dead”

 

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[confusedjester 816]

The kub of Grugmak took to the mountains in an attempt to find solace. Answers. Something, anything, to make sense.

 

What would happen to her now? 

 

Murt felt the winds through her hair, as she stared up at the cloudy, mournful sky.

 

She didnt feel alone, though. The sky wept as much as she did.