A/N: My first Ragnarok ficcie. Please don't kill me. I don't know the real story of Munak and Bongun.

The sounds of her steady hopping echoed against the cave's walls. I stood there, waiting. She was coming closer, her hops were louder. Suddenly, I caught catch a glimpse of dark red cloth. Her clothing wasn't as bright and clean as it had been when she was alive. I winced slightly as an acrid scent filled my nostrils. It seemed she had just caught a fresh kill. Traces of wet blood still glistened on her lips as she hopped by. The flickering light from the torches showed the blood that had spattered on her clothing and pale skin. Despite the gory details, she was still beautiful. Her dark and thick hair was still bound up in that ever- present braid. It was hard to imagine she was cursed. I was such a fool, trying and trying again to elicit a response from her blank eyes. After even five hundred years, I was still pursuing her endlessly. She was only an arm's length away from me now, still hopping. For a moment, I almost felt warm.

"M-munak," I murmured as she bounced past. No response. Her eyes did not even register my presence. I hated to see her like that. She had passed by without even noticing me whereas five hundred years ago, she would have pounced on me. My memory was already fuzzy now. I had forgotten what her smile was like. Instead, my mind only conjured up an image of her usually blood-stained and grim mouth.

Trailing after her, I watched as she passed the skeleton soldiers. A small cry pierced the air. Sohee was crying again. Her life story had been a sad one. She had once been a beautiful princess but denied marriage to her one love who was executed not long after. She committed suicide a year after being married to the husband her father had chosen for her. She had never smiled in all that time. Her spirit now roamed in Payon cave. Every now and then, there was a loud scream of utter anguish before she forgot why she was crying. A few moments later, she would resume her mourning. You see, at the moment of her death, her emotions were utter sadness. Now being one of the undead, those same emotions would forever ring through her body. It was as if she was dying once more.

I hopped after Munak, who was now splashing through a river. She had caught the scent of more fresh human blood and was now trailing after her next victim, a lost novice who was screaming and running. I hopped in place as she finished feasting on the blood. It was so cold. I watched the hot red life spilling from the novice's snapped neck. How long had it been since I had felt warm? Ever since I became undead, a large hole had opened up in me, sucking out all of my warmth and leaving me forever frozen. Munak had already finished eating and was wiping her mouth absent- mindedly with her sleeve. Her skin glowed healthily as if she were alive for a moment before it returned to its original dullness. She set off again for some more blood.

Flashback:

"Bongun! Noo!" Munak wrenched the trembling lunatic from my fingers.

"We need something to eat, Munak. We've been lost for hours," I retorted while trying to take the rabbit from her hands.

"Still, you don't have to kill an innocent creature to eat. Everything deserves a chance to live," she muttered while cradling the creature to her chest. Her plait of hair shone softly in the sunlight. She was smiling.

End Flashback

I rubbed my forehead with my cold fingers. Pulling a memory out that was that old was excruciatingly painful. Random memories would sometimes flood my body with agony. Usually it would just be a snippet from a conversation or an excerpt from a book.

I looked at Munak sadly. If only fate had planned something better for us, we could have been happy and not living in this dreary cave. She was so very beautiful in my eyes. Much more so than those female dancers that usually came by with their golden hair and bright wide eyes. Tomorrow, it would be exactly five hundred years that would have passed since our deaths. I always hoped with each passing day that she would grow to remember me. Forgetting my place, I stepped up behind her and pulled her into a short embrace. Contrary to my body, hers was burning hot from the warm blood she always took. I felt her freeze in my grip. Could it be that she was remembering me? No, the damn amulet that was on her hat was still there and her eyes were blank still. Tentatively, I touched the amulet with my fingertips, only to have them burnt. I stared at my blackened flesh. It actually hurt. Munak began to writhe and squirm in my arm, pushing me away. I uttered her name again. This seemed to trigger some sort of response from her. She raised both her hands above her head, prepared to strike me. I used Back Slide quickly. It was a bare miss. Her hands simply grazed the tip of my nose and knocked off my hat. She then bounced away.

I kneeled down to pick up my hat again, sucking on my fingers to stop the pain. I had no choice, the curse on the hat forced me to wear it otherwise I would die within an hour. Suddenly, I saw my reflection in the water. My hair was still as dark and rugged as it had been when I was 16. Munak was two years younger but we had fallen in love anyway. I sighed and patted the hat down onto my head. I suddenly noticed another reflection in the water. The fox princess of Payon cave?!