“-We are not here to become laden with sadness, but to remember why to be strong. As steadfast as the Xon laid here,” the old speaker paused, “Most of you do not remember what he had done for our Organization, but I do. I am in fact very old,” he chuckled. Others followed suit.
Huanga Atu of Mahina readjusted his position alongside Reanga Atu and Mahi in the Grand City’s square hands quietly held behind their backs. They both stared at the memorial crafted by the City’s master carver; and Huanga’s friend: Oneuku. The sculpture was beautiful, it was a marble stone box shaped object, with the honouree’s mask carved into the crest. It was decorated with flowing vine like stones, carved into the casket. And surrounding the base of the memorial, was glowing vanite. Vivid red laced with silver stone.
Huanga quickly glanced to his left and caught the gaze of Oneuku standing beside Mahi. The eyes behind his intricate mask were narrowed in a smiling manner before returning back to their “serious business” state. Oneuku was very proud of his work. Huanga looked back to the speaker. Huanga leaned over to Reanga and whispered, “The Xon?”
“Before our time. When Nukarau Atu first landed with the Organization,” Reanga whispered as quietly as he could manage. Huanga nodded and glanced over at the burial memorial of Nukarau Atu whom had died even before Huanga and Reanga came to be.
Huanga returned to his original posture. He didn’t want to disrespect the recently passed any further than he may have, but he knew nothing of the being. His mind started to wander, and he started fidgeting. Mahi looked to him with a curious look on her face. Rightly so, Huanga was not one to be impatient. His job required patience.
Luckily however, the speaker finished, and stepped down from the pedestal. The crowd erupted into applause, as did the Organization Leadership Panel. Across the memorial area, Huanga peered at the Organization Councillors. They too were clapping. The crowd started to shuffle away, back to their homes or their jobs, minus a handful whom had come to lay reeds on the grave. Huanga went over as well, next to his friends. He hadn’t brought anything to leave behind, but he felt inclined to walk over anyways.
Once standing before the grave Reanga nudged his way next to Huanga who spoke unmoving, “Reanga.”
“What do you think it’s like to die?” He said finally turning his gaze away from the nameplate.
Reanga didn’t answer, instead he patted Huanga on the back before following away from the memorial behind Oneuku and Mahi.
Huanga glanced at the nameplate and said the name out loud before continuing on his way. “Cherixon.”