Sunday, March 6, 2005

   Mirror image: chpt. 2, the cemetary
Sry this took so long to write...


As Faust approached the cemetery gate, he began to grow anxious. Something about the graveyard made him feel unwelcome….like he was an intruder in someone’s home. He looked around, but nobody else seemed to be there. “Where is she?” Faust said to himself impatiently. “There’s only 15 minutes left until the fight!” He started to pace back and forth, frequently checking his oracle pager for the time. There was still no sign of the mysterious necromancer.
After five minutes, Faust grew impatient. Cupping his hands around his mouth he called out for his opponent. “DINA!!!!!” he paused for a second to listen. After not hearing anything he called her name again, even louder than the first time. “DINA GENOVA!!!!” Still no answer. “Hmmm…I wonder…” Faust walked up to the cemetery gate. “She may be in here. After all, this is her cemetery…” Grasping one of the bars, he slowly opened the gate. As he did so, the horrible screeching of rusty iron rang out into the sunset.
Faust stared in wonder at the size of the cemetery. There was nothing but gravestones as far as the eye can see. To him, it was a wonderful sight to behold, but no matter what, the graveyard still made him feel unwelcome. Faust started to walk into the cemetery, scanning the area for any signs of life. The farther he walked, the closer it got to the fight time.
Suddenly, he felt something poke him in the back. “Eliza?” he whispered, turning around. It was not Eliza, but a teenage girl. She wore a short black t-shirt with the word “necro“ written in read on the front, jeans covered in zippers and chains, and black high-top converse. She had short, shaggy brown hair with a long red bang covering one of her eyes. Her Necromancer’s staff was pointed in Faust’s direction and there was a skeleton standing on either side of her. “You know…” she began. “It’s very impolite to enter someone’s home without knocking.” Both the skeletons that where with nodded at her remark.
“Are you Dina Genova?” Faust asked.
“I am.” She replied.
“What do you mean by entering someone’s home without knocking?”
Dina let out a long sigh, handed her staff to the skeleton to her right, and started to explain.
“This is the home of my ancestors…my family. This is the final resting place of all who belong to the Genova bloodline.” Faust nodded. “I understand…” he said quietly. “...But that leads to another question. Who are these skeletons that stand beside you?” The question upset Dina. She had been trying so hard to forget who the skeletons where, but it was all in vain. She looked at the ground, not wanting Faust to see the tears welling up in her eyes. “They are….” She began in a melancholy tone, “m-my parents…”

To be continued…
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