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OOC: So my chronicle length Forsaken primary died tonight, so I thought I would write that up while it was fresh in my head. It was a glorious and perfect end of her story and I am very, very pleased with it. Hope people like it!!!

Now I need to see if I can make anyone cry with goodbye letters ;)

She stood apart for most of the gathering. They talked and plotted and planned whilst she leaned against the wall and sang to herself, trying to keep herself calm, only too aware that the thing inside her was stirring. There also didn’t seem much point in getting involved in any of it, she knew what was coming, knew what she had to do and all the rest was just waiting for that moment.

Words were her thing, but not like this. There was Feisal, trying to talk to her about emotions, about things between them. Her little brother, all grown up and trying to stand on his own two feet for once, though he still needed to learn how to punch properly.

Harm, her student, the gifted one she was sure would outshine her. She should have a happy and long life. She hugged her, no words were said, the two of them didn’t really need them. She knew what the girl meant to her and vice versa. She felt good knowing that things would be in her care, that her pack’s lives would be in her hands.

Sam, the quiet one with the wicked sense of humour, people often overlooked him but he was in some ways the backbone of the pack. He would look after Siobhan when she’d gone and perhaps say all the things she never managed to find the words for. She’d never been more than adequate as a parent and sometimes it was hard to believe that the girl was her daughter. She seemed too bright, too stable somehow.

And then there was Jala. She had such strength; Sheena didn’t think she really understood just how strong she actually was. Through all the hard times she had kept things together. She did what was needed and never complained of the cost or the pain. She was a truly exceptional spirit, a once in a generation sort. With her the pack would stay strong, they would stay together and that thought made her smile.

Finally it was time, the preparations all complete. The pentagram on the floor, with the five uratha, one of every auspice, and one of every tribe too actually, sat at the points. Robin stood for Irraka (and Bone Shadows), Ricky for Ithaeur (and Iron Masters), Feisal for Elodoth (and Hunters in Darkness), Wolfgang for Cahalith (and Storm Lords) and Harm for Rahu (and Blood Talons).

They all spoke their piece, asking and calling for Luna to come down and take away the prisoner, the thing that should not be here. She stood throughout, unwilling to do anything but stand when facing her feet and hoping that the others did not notice that she was shaking slightly.

They were summoning an aspect of the Mother after all and despite all her achievements Sheena felt unworthy to be in that presence. But this was her burden and she felt that it was her time to go. She’d made her peace with everything and she wanted to finally rest. She was ready to die, it was the thing she found she couldn’t say to those who loved her.

The ritual completed and the five were knocked back. A light of pure silver came down and bathed her in it. She heard a voice echo inside her head, “Do you make this sacrifice willingly?”

Sheena smiled, “Yes.” There was nothing else that needed to be said.

“Then come with me daughter and rest, you have earned it.”

With that the dreadful presence of the Harvester was pulled out of her, it struggled as the light pulled it up, but it was not strong enough to resist.

Following it went a smaller light, the spirit of the woman who in life was Sheena McLetchie or Ragna.

Her body fell to the ground. Her task was now finally completed, she had laid down all her burdens. She was finally at rest.