Fran was encased in a crystal coffin. You look upon her as a tear falls from your eye and lands on the glass casket. Even as your tear streams down the smooth surface it did not take away the beauty of her while she lay there dead. She gave her life to fight for what was right and stand against darkness of General Bane that came to take the lives of you and your comrades at arms known as Team Gratitude. As her coffin was lowered you kneel closer to see her to her final resting place. You compose yourself and promise not to show any emotional weakness, you bite down on your fist in frustration but the tears stream down from your eyes like a water fall. As your teeth penetrating your skin begins to engulf with pain in your hand, you ease your jaw and let go. A hand touches your shoulder. “Know that I too feel your pain but let us not dwell on her passing but how she lived and what her sacrifice helped us to achieve” said the old man in white with a half-smile. Gandalf the White they called him. To you he was your comrade in arms. “For the fave?” you say looking up at him and nodding “Yes, for the fave and like her she would have thanked you greatly on behalf of Mobis-New-Nest” replied Gandalf the White. “Where to now?” you ask. “We’ve won the battle but the war is long from being over. We set sail for Crastion Castle, there we will meet with leaders to determine our next move against The Dark Lord I.R. Baboon and the infamous Dr. Nefarious” said Gandalf.