That was supposed to be a perfectly normal day. It has started at 9 a.m. when Ms. Trine Blackdragon woke up. She took a shower, drank her morning cuppa coffee, kissed her beloved husband and daughter, and then went to work.
Boss was very official when he saw her, so she knew the task will be very unpleasant.
‘So it’s time to make my hands dirty’, she said.
‘Yes’, he agreed. And offered her some files in a folder with big capital letters: TOP SECRET on top. She opened it.
‘Ouch’ she thought. Hell’s Precipice, the very last mission of Prophecies.
‘Don’t stand like that girl! Get back to work!’ Boss tried to be supportive in his own creepy way.
‘How much time do I have?’ she asked.
’1 hour.’
‘But…’
‘It’s hard I know, but you can manage’, he said. ‘And you can choose whoever you want for that mission’ he added generously.
‘It’s better than nothing’ she sighed, and went to her cubicle. Trine opened the Messenger.
‘Hello guys’
‘Hello Smelly’ – Jest, as always, wanted to be friendly.
‘Hello Trine, what’s up?’ asked Jim.
‘We have work to do guys, and you won’t like this.’
‘So what’s on this time?’ – asked Jezz, calm as always.
‘Rurik’s funeral.’
‘Bugger’ – said Jest.
‘Can you help me guys?’
‘Sure thing hun’ – replied Jester.
‘I’m ready’ – said David – ‘As always’ – he nodded.
‘Ok, guys I will meet you there’ – said Trine and closed her laptop.
‘How do I look?’ – asked Jester.
‘Very nice’ – replied everyone.
‘Cool Jim, this white gown really looks good on you’ – said Trine.
‘Thanks Trine’ – said Jim – ‘I bought it yesterday in the Warehouse, and look at this!’ then he pointed at his legs – ‘Victoria’s Secret tights!’
‘Wooow Jim, you look very posh’ – said Jest.
‘Thanks guys’ – said Jim and grinned.
‘Oki guys, let’s focus, we have work to do’ – said Ms. Blackdragon.
‘I am ready’- said David.
‘All ready?’ – Trine asked.
‘Yup’ – said all.
‘Stay close, don’t rush and all will be just fine’ – said Trine. – ‘OMG’- she thought – ‘At least I hope so’.
That was very hard and tiresome mission. All this Sparks of the Titans casting all the way Rodgort’s Invocation. This Burning Titans and their 3 forms…
But it wasn’t just an ordinary team; it was The Master Funeral Team.
At the end of the day they were standing near a lava lake, watching how Prince Rurik’s spirit floats up into the sky; and they felt relieved in some way.
‘Don’t even think about crying’ – said Jester, kicking Trine in her feet.
‘I’m not crying, it’s just dust from this cursed Lich has jumped into my eye’ – said Ms. Blackdragon.
‘Come on guys!’ – roared Jim – ‘Let’s drink!’
‘I am ready’ – said David.
And the Master Funeral Team rushed as hell to the nearest pub.
