"You can go... I'm not going..." Lily, her ears drooping, squatted on her own grave and spoke to the mice who had come to report to her.
Since Lily would not go to the gathering, neither would the mice. They huddled together, quietly watching their King.
In the bright sunlight, Lily's fur gleamed strand by strand. The tips of her white fur were once again being encroached upon by a golden hue. Soon, she would be golden all over once more.
Beside Lily's grave was a small, fist-sized mound of earth with a crooked blade of grass stuck in it.
That was the grave Lily had personally made for Pope Lai Jie. It looked tiny, almost as if she had built it just for fun.
She did not know why she had done it, but she did it anyway.
Lai Jie appeared to be a cute, blond-haired boy, but on the inside, he was a 130-year-old fanatic of the Light God.
He was finally dead. After killing countless people, he ultimately died to save others. It was, all things considered, a great irony.
