Chapter One
The Funeral
A wicked wind combed through my long hair while the stars
above me floated against a pale violet sky that had just been abandoned by an
angry sun. The humid summer air was oblivious
to my despair as I sat there half- paralyzed, reluctant to move, breathe or
even think. The smell of damp earth and freshly cut lilies was strangely
enticing and equally gruesome as it danced around the grave infront of me. I
leaned against a fat oak and let its claw-like branches brush against my cheek
in a consoling almost motherly manner.
Unsure of how I had gotten to the point I was at I was unaware
if I should move one step forward or one step backwards so I did nothing at
all. Certainly doing nothing was better than searching for answers that I
wasn’t ready to hear or willing to understand, or was it?
After I had kissed Lucus good-bye the world had
gone blank as if someone or something had hit the reset button on the strange
movie that was supposedly my life. Nothingness
slowly transformed into an overpowering sense of dread and utter helplessness
and then without warning I found myself sitting infront of an unmarked grave in
the corner of Darkwood cemetery. Around me, tombs swayed to a savage, ghostly
rhythm that was all too familiar. Their strange shadows intertwined and
surrounded me, tempting me to join them in their never ending party.
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