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GRAVEYARD
Graveyard
Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.
Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.
While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).
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But it isn't gibberish. I have ESP. Different kinds of ESP. I'd demonstrate but what a waste to explode for nothing. I'd at least like to use my life to end that lying cow's. [ Despite that smile, smiling through this headache, he's perfectly serious. ]
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I've never heard of it, ESP doesn't exist in my world except perhaps in tabloids. [ Not that she reads those. And speaking of smiling, she huffs, her lips curving upwards amused. ]
Lying cow is shorter than Lady Coward.
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Well, I've had it for a long time. And I was used for it. I was already a soldier killing people by the time I was twelve. My other powers... they were my comrades'. My comrades who died. [ Which is part of the reason that they're precious. They were entrusted to him. And he fucking lost them because of that bitch. ]
And way less respectful. [ A small grin is back on his face in silent agreement. ]
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My power is inherited from every wielder of the flame that came before me. Unlike those who become entangled with the night in one way or the other, my family has existed for centuries as a guardian of the night. [ So she kind of gets it. ]
I prefer to address my enemies properly. But seeing as I do not know her real name, I can make an exception.
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She doesn't deserve proper.
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If it's for training, it could prove useful. [ Also she has no idea how broken grandpa is. ]
That much is true as well. [ Not agreeing, but her smile says it all. [
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