The fog rolls off the harbor as the people of Ianarea gather in the small mausoleum. A new urn is set amongst the old, marking another horrendous moment in the town's history. The fresh plaque beneath it reads the lonely name 'Spark.'

A young girl with confused eyes holds the hand of a man she barely knows. He runs his free hand through his red hair, worrying about what will become of her now that both her father and grandfather figure had been taken from her in the same day.

They do not say a word to each other throughout the whole ceremony, and once it ends they exit the building silently. She looks at her feet as they walk through the fog, holding his hand tightly and wanting to never have to let go.

A purple robed figure appears in front of them and they stop, the man bowing his head in respect.

"Hello Redbeard," she says.

"M'lady," he says shortly as he looks up. "Ye were not at the funeral."

She sighs. "I could not stand it. If I had stepped foot in there... seen him like that... I believe I would have lost my mind."

"He'd've wanted ya there," he says.

Ianite closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She tries not to think of the man who had stolen her heart, largely because she would have broken his with what she was going to say next.

"I cannot take care of Alyssa," she tells Redbeard.

"What?" Redbeard asks, taken aback that his goddess would tell him this. "What d'you..."

"I lost my way with Spark. I let him open me up and it made me weak. Dianite took advantage of that. I cannot let it happen again."

"But what can I do?"

"You can take care of the girl," she says. "You ought to know what to do, and you have given up traveling, if I am not mistaken."

"N-no m'lady," he stammers, "you're not m'staken. I s'ppose it couldn't hurt ta have 'er around..."

"Good," Ianite says. "I knew I could count on you."

She is sure not to let her loyal follower see the tear she sheds as she turns away, returning to the house of the one man capable of leaving her venerable.

"Come on Alyssa," Redbeard says to the girl, "let's go home. Ye'll be livin' with me now it seems."

"Where did Daddy Mot and Papa Spark go?" She asks.

He gives her a sympathetic look and squeezes her hand. "I don't know where yer father went, and maybe he'll be back some day. But Spark is gone."

"He's dead?" She asks.

Surprised that she has such a concept of life and death at a young age, his expression is enough to tell her that she is right. She sniffs slightly and wipes her nose on her sleeve. Redbeard kneels down and wipes the tears from her eyes.

"It'll be alright," he tells her softly. "'ave you known someone who died before?"

She nods. "M-My mom. E-Everyone I g-grew up with."

He wraps his arms around her. "It'll be alright," he says again. "I'll take care of ye, and I'm sure we'll find Daddy Mot soon."

She sniffs and wipes her nose again. "R-Really?"

"Really."

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Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say,
You say, "Oh, sing one we know",
But I promise you this,
I'll always look out for you,
That's what I'll do.

I say "oh,"
I say "oh."

My heart is yours,
It's you that I hold on to,
That's what I do,
And I know I was wrong,
But I won't let you down,
(Oh yeah, yeah, yes I will)

I say "oh",
I cry "oh".

And I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
And I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
Sing it out.

La, la, la, la, oh
La, la, la, la, oh
La, la, la, la, oh

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