249 Blood-King's Faction

Shrouded in darkness with the midnight sky somber for the moon was hidden by cloud, with bats who went on the prowl at night. A girl stood before two gravestones on which the name of a man and a woman had been engraved. It ended with Balthazar, "-so this is where your parents are buried?" a deep voice came from the left. 

 "Yes," she replied without much concern. Crackling of leaves and sticks followed as the figure approached. Together, each paid their respects. A tiny smile paired with a few tears on her petite face. Said droplets gently grazed across her visage to end up on the floor. A little dirt pasture, dark for normal humans – grew moist. Each drop had its own shape and size. Each one meant someone new, "-thanks for everything," she turned with squinted eyes.