Prompt: hurt_don #4 What: Magic Where: Graveyard
Day 4
There was something about cemeteries that Don liked. They were peaceful, somehow, even though they told of the inevitability of how life was going to end. So, it didn't bother him too much to be looking for a weapon and cash that had been dumped somewhere in the area. It wasn't like they had to search the entire place, just a specific area, which happened to be in the older and less maintained part of the cemetery. Admittedly, the pain from his hip was making walking difficult, but it hurt when he sat down too, so it didn't particularly matter.
As he searched, Don took the time to read the words left to honour the dead. Some were beautiful, others profound, and, some few, funny. The dirt next to the partially caved-in concrete cover of a grave, one of the few graves that had concrete covering the coffin area, crumbled under his foot as Don took a step, a huge hole opening up, and he stumbled. With his foot sucked into the blackness, he ended up on his ass, jarring everything that was already hurt. He was fairly certain that he'd wrenched his ankle and scraped his leg on the sharp edges of the concrete, even through his pants. Before he attempted to extricate himself he took a moment to take a deep breath and calm himself. The series of unfortunate events that were leaving him bruised and scraped was starting to get ridiculous. As he did so, he read the words on the grave that had decided to try to eat him and had to snort.
All the magic has gone out of the world now that you are no longer here.
"I don't know about that," he muttered to himself. "You definitely tried to make me disappear."