A Place To Say Good-Bye

 They stepped through Green Heart's banquet hall doors. The air shifted with the scent of earth and fresh herbs. Nature's magic held no prisoners as it seemed to take over the entire room. Usually vibrant with life and laughter, the space had no joyful sounds. The room is bathed in a soft, green-tinted glow that spills from enchanted lanterns suspended from the high beams of the wooden ceiling. Moss and ivy crawl up the walls, a stark contrast to the sadness of the occasion. The faint hum of nature echoes through the chamber like birds singing, the wind gently howling through the tree's opening, and water dripping from leaves, creating a serene atmosphere. The room is large and open with large windows that look out into the gardens and to the ocean of the South Kingdom further past that. Their glass panes are covered in delicate vines that filter the light, giving the entire space a soft, ethereal quality.

In the center of the room stood a circular stone pedestal draped with a dark velvet cloth, holding Charlie's body. His form was pale and still. The fabric drapes almost reverently over his remains, the edges embroidered with symbols of protection and remembrance. The faintest shimmer of residual magic still clings to him, a reminder of the brutal fight that brought him here. The deep, unsettling marks of monster bile are still visible along the edges of his body. The large gaping wound on his torso had been sewn closed, but the rest had been carefully preserved as if to show what he had endured. Eden winced, the memory of the scene when he had shifted through them being replayed in his mind. 

The rest of the room felt strangely hollow now, though it was meant to comfort those who entered. The space around the pedestal is empty except for the small offerings of flowers, herbs, and tokens left by those who cared for him. The closer one walked near, the quieter the sounds of nature that usually fill the air became. A more somber vibe was tangible as if the world held its breath. There are no grand tapestries, no banners. Just nature's quiet reverence for the dead. The room's stillness starkly contrasts the life that had once coursed through Charlie. His warmth, his wit, his energy. 

It's here, in this sacred space, that they must inevitably say goodbye.