Forever Lost

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Story

I stare at her, eyes wide, mouth hung open in slight shock. "You- you are a necromancer?" I stutter.

Her smiles doesn't fade. "Yes, is that a foreign term for you?"

"Necromancer as in raises the dead?"

She gives a short laugh. "No, necromancer as in I romance necks. Yes, I raise the dead." her smiles slowly drops. "Don't tell me you're scared of me now."

I shake my head slowly. "No, something else does."

All goes silent for a while.

"Well what is it?" she finally asks.

I don't respond at first, just stare at her for a while. "What are your other names?"

"Eternal, Aeternam, Nocturnal, and Nocturna. Aeternam is Latin for Eternal, Nocturna Latin for Nocturnal." she answers casually.

I shutter. "You were the one who dug up Mark's grave."

She nods. "Yes, and-"

I'm frozen, shocked.

She groans. "What about it? I mean, come on, it was four years ago."

My expression widens. "So it wasn't Tumb-Gee?"

"On no, it was, well, at least at first."

"Wait, what?"

She sighs. "It was when I was visiting the graveyard to mourn over my friends death. Then again, this was back when the graveyard was lush and full of life."

"Wait, are you referring to Autumn's Capulus?"

"Yes,"

"The graveyard that was the exact image of Hell itself?"

She gives a short laugh. "Trust me dear, Hell is a lot worse." I stare at her, confused, mouth hung open in doubt. "It's a long story, let's just say I go on monthly visits." I continue to stare. "You know, never mind. But yes."

"What did it look like back then?"

"You're making it sound like it was over three decades ago." Her expression becomes exasperated. "But anyways, green grass, soft dirt, clean head stones, that sort of thing."

"How did it becomes so-- so--" I struggle to find the right word. "Eerie?"

Her expression falls. "Maybe if you would let me finish,"

"Oh yeah, sorry." I sit back, expression thoughtful. "I'll shut up now."

She nods. "Alright. Where was I? Oh yes. I was at the graveyard alone. Night was above me. I remember the date, 18th of Agict. I had just set down my bouquet of Stals, a type of exotic flower on Kurma. Anyway, it was when I had turned away that I heard it.

Soft, muffled groans. I froze in my place as the sound of pounding continued. Small bursts of energy forcing itself against wood. My expression had widened to it's fullest, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Every nerve, every one of my muscles ready to kill.

I spun around at the sharp sound. The thick crack that I remember hearing when I was a mere ludum cut through me. The small explosion of dirt, forced out of place by the warm flesh that breathed below." she continued the story, her lips letting the words flow out of her naturally, though she seemed disconnected, her eyes out of focus, starring off into space. "I remember it, for I was once in the same place." 

"What?"

Her eyes shift to me, still lost in her memories. She nods, "I had once died, but Tumb-Gee brought me back."