Ruined Funeral (2)
"Those fucking pieces of shit… ruining my satisfaction,"
We were left in the steaming hot mess of corpses that used to be a graveyard, the fresh smell of burning human flesh wafting through the air, seductively trying to pull us in.
A dark cloud of rain covered Amlas as Luna reawoke, smiling widely before kicking her former family members, that were now just charred pieces of flesh.
The small fires were soon put out by the rain, and just as we were about to exit the small garden, a pair of shadows latched onto my feet.
A man then came out of my own shadow, cloaked in a black cloth and a smooth black mask that covered his face.
His calloused hands wrapped around my thin ankles and tried to drag me down with him, but in just half a second, Findir danced around me and stabbed the man in the back of the head.
The shadow had a strange reaction as it shot me out as if there was a geyser beneath me, expelling any foreign objects.