It is common knowledge that light travels faster than sound, and if anything, the jagged bolts of lightning that zapped in the skies during the long rainy days were enough proof of that. But sometimes, sound does beat the speed of light, like the news of death, spreading faster than fire through a dry bush, from mouth to mouth, ear to ear, Kingdom to Kingdom, until the news of the Queen's passing was known to every single soul.
The demons wept, one of their best and most loved was gone. It was a close-knitted relationship they shared, related or not, friends or not, demons bore the likeness to a tribe, and Queen Jasmine was a flower, spreading the fragrance of her kindness and sweetness everywhere she went.
Humans too mourned, especially those who had in one way been one to receive the kind gestures of the Queen. It was even rare to see humans mourn a demon, so the town fell into a kind of numbness, and even the animals moved quietly through the haze of the grief.
