Chapter 2: the poem on the grave.
Danny Fenton stood completely still, the wind slowly blowing his raven hair. His once icy blue eyes that showed so mush life now dropped with dread and sadness. The suit that framed him made him look weak and un-ready for what came next, or rather what happened just now.
Danny looked down, in his hand three roses he held. The petals use to be a rich blood red but now streamed with brown leaves and withering petals. He tightened his hand and felt the thrones cut into his skin.
"Amen." The priest closed the bible he was holding and Danny threw all his attention back to the front. The priest nodded at him and he slowly walked forward. He had to stop a few times so that his feet wouldn't give in from under him. He knelt down and placed three roses on the layered grave. He step back and looked down at the stone. On the very top it read "FENTON" and three names mocked him bitterly, "Jack, Madeline, and Jasmine"
Danny closed his eyes tight, hiding the tears that where tiring to fall. He looked back at the grave, "I'm sorry,' he whispered, "I should have saved you. I'm sorry." He slowly stood and walked back to his place with the rest of the mourners.
"You oh-Kay?" Sam asked slowly, not knowing if it was the best thing to ask.
Danny looked at her and nodded, "Yea Sam. Fine." He was lying. She could tell. She gave him a side look and Sam saw a small tear run down his check. She could no longer take it, she grasped his hand and held it tight. He looked down at her and gave a small, weak smile.
The people slowly began to leave, muttering "I'm sorrys" to Danny as they passed him. He wiped a tear from his eye and sat on the wet grass, not caring if it staned his new tux. Sam sat next to him, Her black dress already staned from when she knelt by the graves eailer. Tucker, both Danny and Sam's best friend, walked over to them slowly, but he wasn't alone. A girl was walking next to him, a step behind him. She was dressed in a black dress that flowed to her knees, her long black hair was done nice with a strand in her eyes.
"Hey Danny, Sam. This is Lidda, I told you about her." Tucker said, nodded to her.
"Hey," Danny said, weakly and not really looking at her, but past her at his family's gravestone.
"Nice to met you." Sam held out her hand and the took it, shaking it smoothly.
"Same here."She said kindly.
"HEY, what dose that mean?" Danny spoke up, pointing at the garave, "I didn't notice it before, the inscription, "The Ghost OF A Rose Remains?"
Sam and Tucker shrugged but Lidda spoke up, her voice soft and even, "It's a quote from a poem. You never heard of it?" When Danny stared at her blankly she bit her lip, explaining, "IT has a huge history behind it, it was written by a girl after her love had died in the medieval times. The girl was burnt because everyone thought she was a witch. She wasn't, just insane after she watched her lover be killed by her own father. But she wrote the poem the day after he died, two days before her own death. It sounds Erie but its really a beautiful story, but the poem goes like this:
When a rose is all that's left,
And then it dies
The only thing you kept
Warming your heart of ice
What do you do, when your world is gone?
The ghost of the rose is all that's left…
The ghost of the rose is all that remains."
"But why is it on their grave?" Danny's voice fell at the word 'grave' but he looked at Sam mostly.
"I don't know, why should I know?" She said, confused as well.
"Well, it dose fit well." Tucker said, getting glares from all of them and a punch from Lidda.
"It's a mark and a sign, Danny. That's why I was surprised you never heard of it. It's a big thing in the ghost zone. When someone, or a group of people die and have had contact with ghosts in their living life then putting the last line of the poem: "The ghost of the rose is all that remains," means that they might be able to become a ghost themselves. Its an old folk tale but the only mistake with it is that even if they do made the transformation no prove states that they were ever seen for more then a few seconds."
"Wait, what?" Danny asked, confusion written all over his face.
"Lidda is right, Daniel…" A voice from behind said before all four of them fainted…….
Sorry it was so short but its kind of a cliffy…
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END LINE!-He opened his hand to find that the marks were starting to heal..
