Forgotten

A dark mist clouded the dreary roads of Ashes. Rain cried from the heavens adding to each sad moment. Then, a long parade of people clothed in the white linens of mourning walked down the cobbled road. In a beautifully arranged coffin, adorned with patterns of lavenders, a young woman lay at rest. Her raven hair was laid out with flowers scattered among it. A peaceful smile surrounded her pale skin. The caravan of people reached their long awaited destination. A deep grave was dug for the beautiful woman. Each person hummed a tranquil song, letting the departure come more easily. The body was lowered slowly, each moment a memory of the great things she had done and the many struggles she had overcome. The grave was covered and a stone set to mark the resting place of a grand hero. “Hin: allow your rest here be as peaceful as mine is there,” the stone cryptically read. The crowd left, drying their tears, but the sky continued to weep. A single person remained, staring at the spot where the woman was buried. His face was covered—either to block the rain or to conceal a secret—with a dark hood. A dark red eye glared passionately at the grave stone. “I have beaten you. And as for you”— he turned to a stone marker next to the one of the woman’s—“I have beaten you twice.” His lips curled into a wicked smile while spitting these words. He lifted his dark hood to gaze once more upon the ones he killed. An evil face stared grotesquely as the rain washed away his smirk. White hair, tainted with death, fell in disarray as the howling wind screamed through the foggy, dark night. He spat on the grave and the disturbing image the man showed on his face quickly twisted into a more calming manner. Once again, he lifted his hood to conceal his wicked features. He began to laugh sinisterly then slowly turned away from the grave, and vanished.