The surrounding fades in from black to the meadow, now bathed in the soft golden hues of a setting sun. Birds chirp softly in the background, but the air is thick with grief. The family sits in a circle, holding hands, mourning Clara's sacrifice.
Julian, his face a mask of sorrow, cradles a recovering Lyria in his arms. "She gave everything for you," he whispers to his granddaughter, tears streaming down his face.
Elias, ever the stoic one, tries to hold back his tears, "She was the strongest among us. Her sacrifice... It's a testament to her love."
Seraphina nods, her voice barely a whisper, "She lived a life full of magic, adventures, and love. She chose her ending, and in doing so, gave Lyria a new beginning."
In the distance, Alaric stands alone, watching the grieving family. With the weight of the ages in his eyes, he seems more distant than ever. He's battled many foes and seen countless tragedies unfold, but the loss of Clara, a beacon of hope and love, affects him deeply.
As night falls, the family sets up a makeshift memorial for Clara, using flowers from the meadow and a photograph of her from happier times. They light candles and sit around it, sharing stories of Clara's bravery, her love, and her zest for life.
Elias recalls the time Clara saved him from a spell gone wrong, while Seraphina recounts tales of their childhood adventures. Julian, with tears in his eyes, tells Lyria about the time Clara faced off against a horde of shadows to protect him.
As the night deepens, a soft glow begins to emanate from the memorial. It grows brighter, taking on a familiar shape. To the family's astonishment, an ethereal form of Clara appears, smiling lovingly at them.
"My dear family," her ghostly voice echoes, "Do not mourn me. Celebrate the life I lived, the love I shared, and the choices I made. Remember me with joy, not sorrow."
Julian, overcome with emotion, reaches out, trying to touch the apparition, "Clara..."
She smiles, her form slowly fading, "Take care of each other. And always remember, love transcends life and death."
With that, she vanishes, leaving behind a gentle breeze and the soft glow of the candles.
The family, taking comfort in Clara's final message, decides to honour her memory by living their lives to the fullest, cherishing every moment, and always standing by each other.
As dawn breaks, everything is soaked in golden Golden light letting them know that they have to move forward with heavy hearts and the void they feel from this terrible loss.