I feel the cool breeze hit me as I run out of the building. I look back to see that it was not a building but a cave. I breath heavier than I ever had. Where do I go first? The old treehouse, the village, my brothers grave.
Deffinitly my brothers grave. It will give me clues hopefully. I run north, Our church was built directly infront of the sun so I can track it easliy. I begin to feel uneasy. I was going to be hunted and killed why would he hunt me I never hurt anyone.
I begin to reach the end of the forest. The cross comes into sight, the pure white paint dulled by dust. The church was abondoned later after Dagger died. They asked if i wanted his body moved. I declined he deserved to stay here it was were all of my other family members were buired.
The trees begin to clear and the ruined parts of the church come into sight. A fire broke out when they were trying to move things out. I slowly step around the remains of the charred bodies that nobody had found. My brothers grave is the last one that remains. I slowly head towards it. The pure grey stone now in some places charred black.
I kneel down infront of the grave. A small picture of a wilted rose decorates the grave. The simplest words engraved onto the stone.
'Daggersmith Timmothy Darkfellow
1983-1999
For they shall be called sons of god. Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.'
I know it sounds corny but that was his favirote pharse so I had to have it engraved. I look at the sun, forty five minutes left till he comes and finds me. I hope I can hide long enough to think of a plan. I slowly brush the snow from the front of his grave. If I die I want to be buried here next to him.
I quietly lay down next to his grave and slowly drift off to a comfortable sleep