Oren pyr malos.
It is on behalf of the Fyros people, whom I represent here tonight, that I express to all rangers our most sincere condolences.
Orphie Dradius was a Fyros by sap, but above all she was a homin who knew how to see, behind our differences in sap, culture and political ideals, everything that unites us.
She knew, more than anyone else, that a single homin goes less far than a group that is united.
Yes, we are still a long way from that, and the memory of the time spent in the early roots after the first swarm, the time when we joined forces to survive, is fading in our memories.
But Orphie Dradius has never stopped trying to bring us together.
And sometimes she succeeded, as in the signing of the TENANT treaty, where Mabreka, Dexton, Yrkanis and Denen Toen recognised that all homins, regardless of their race or religious beliefs, are free individuals.
Orphie Dradius, that fyrette of character, never deviated from this path, because she knew that unity is necessary to fight against one of the greatest dangers: the kitins!
She proved what dedication to a cause meant by giving her life!
She was a brave among the brave, a gey-zas, and this the Fyros will not forget.
Fellow Rangers, tonight, in keeping with fyros tradition, we honour her memory by burning her body.
Every Fyros, in the course of his life, struggles against the smoke that lifts him.
Egotism, spiritual elevation, vanity, all those false qualities that go against our destiny: to descend, ever deeper.
Fyros, we must fight the smoke. If we burn our braves when they die, it is so that they return to the sawdust immediately, so that the dead Fyros guide the brave into the bowels of Atys to fight the dragon.
So when you see the pyre burning Orphie's body, do not look at the smoke rising to the sky, but keep your eyes on the charred body, which will return to ash and go down into the earth to join the warriors for the ultimate battle, the one against fyrak.
This day is not sad, for it is the beginning of a new battle for Orphie. So let us celebrate it as it should be.
Neya fyren orèch, neya Fyros gladùch.
Orum gesun, fyrak a oren depyr.
As long as the Sacred Fire binds us, we Fyros fight.
The Desert we travel to slay the Dragon some day.
