Chapter 2: The Awakening
My brother's funeral, and mine, was short and peaceful. The whole town showed up, as they did every time someone died in Fannellia. We were considered a large family, not even large more like small. No one really cried . well for me, most likely my brother. I was more like an outsider, just another face in the crowd who happened to take responsibility for his brother's actions.
It happened to rain as well. The first rain storm since Fannellia was back on its feet, how wonderful. Basically, everyone was already in an upsetting mood. Most of my brother's friends cried and some old ladies as well. They kept saying "that young man, he had such a bright future ahead of him". Sure I did.
Celena was there as well. She cried too, but that was just her nature. She cried when a bird died because it hit a window. In other words, she cried for it because of its own stupidity.
Anyways, my funeral was short and simple. A Preist said a few words and everyone sort of left. Celena did lay flowers on my grave though. I remember her saying these words:
"I'm sorry we couldn't have been better friends."
And with that, she had left. Once everyone was gone, a crow landed on my tombstone. It sat there for hours, not letting anything go near it. When someone ocasionally came up to lay flowers on my grave . it would chase he or she off. This crow was my savior . you have no idea.
Later that night, it finally happened. As the moon was as clear as ever . it meant it was time. I remember feeling as though someone was ripping through my throat as I awoke with a start. I opened my eyes to look at my surroundings. I could feel the hard wood underneath me as small splinters dug into my back. But it didn't hurt as much as something like that normall would.
I sat up, hitting my head of course. I knew what I had to do; it was almost as everything had been explained to me before hand. First task . getting out of my "bed" as you would like to say it. I smashed the top of the small case with my fist, breaking it into oblivion, however letting loads of dirt come in and fill up the small box with dirt, making it harder to get out.
As I looked up to see how much of a struggle this would be, I realized I was only barried about two feet underground. It was going to be easy to get through. I dug through the dirt, knowing that I still needed air to breathe.
It took atleast two minutes for me to reach the top. Once I had one half of myself out of the grave, I had to stop and look around. Nothing had changed at all . well I had only been dead for about a week. It took them a while for them to find my body. That jackass - of course - hid me. And then those losers up at the castle didn't bother to look for me until they realized their horses weren't getting groomed.
I pulled myself out of my grave; I couldn't help but look at my tombstone. It had my last name . however my first name was not mentioned. My family name by the way is Corvis. I was called Corvis anyways, that's what my friends and my brother would call me. Only when I was in trouble, my father would call me by my full name. But that had atleast been five years ago. He died when I was twelve.
After looking over my grave and seeing I was burried next to my family, I decided to walk around and find some new clothes if possible. However, as I started walking, I couldn't help but notice that a crow was following me. It had something gold in its mouth, which was quite large. Almost like a pendant.
As I walked down the pathway through the forest that led towards the small city, the crow kept following me. Before I knew it, it flew past my head dropping the pendant infront of me as it settled onto a branch close to me. I looked at the crow as it watched me. It wanted me to pick up the pendant. And I did so. This pendant was a bright gold, as though it had just been made. The one thing that caught my attention was that the "pendant" part of it was a mirror. Looking at the crow, I put it around my neck knowing that it was obviously something important. I whistled for the crow to come to me as I held out my arm. And surprisingly it came. We were to head to the city, as I had to create my new identity.
***
I had never seen this side of Fannellia . it was almost as if hell's children came out that night. Whores and little boys going around causing nothing but trouble. I started to wonder if I was in the right city, but I reconized that castle. The crow had climbed onto my shoulder by the time we reached the shops. I noticed I was quite dirty . then again, who wasn't dirty after climbing out of their own grave?
I stepped into one of the shops that were full of clothing that nobody really cared for. They were clothes most people would consider normal. Nobody in Fannellia wanted to be normal. That was for sure. While looking around, the owner kept his eyes on me. I figured it was because of the crow . because I had never been to this side of the town before. However, when I stopped and looked into a mirror I noticed something different about me.
There was some sort of a black "make-up" all around my eyes. It had been placed as though it was coming from my eyes, splashed all around my whole "eye" area. From my eyebrows to the middle of my nose . however my actual nose was not covered. Only the area between my eyes, it was quite cool, really.
I turned and looked at the owner, smirking at him. He obviously thought I was from some sort of a cult. Well, I wouldn't necissarily call the dead a cult . but he was pretty close. I slowly walked up to him, thinking over and over in my head how much power I really had. I was invincable.
"How much torture will it take for me to get free clothes?" I spoke mockingly to him, though he took in every word I said.
"NOTHING!" he shouted.
I smiled and walked over and quickly grabbed some clothes. With that I bowed to him, teasingly as you could say, and walked away with the crow still perched on my shoulder.
I walked into a dark alley and quickly changed. It looked as though I had grabbed a baggy, dark green shirt and blackpants. I also grabbed a long, beige jacket. It would keep me warm. Though it wasn't made of whool or anything, it was made of the same, thin material as the shirt I managed to snag.
Now that I had pretty much gotten everything I needed, I realized that I had to get someone's help on how to find my murderer. That's what I was brought back for, of course. Someone was out there running loose, killing. Only he and the great gods knew if he had killed anyone else. Then again, how was I to know if he was the only one when it came to my brother's death and mine? It was going to be tricky. Then, realizing that Celena and Allen had exited when it had just taken place, I knew they must have seen someone or something. So, I had to go to the castle. Only I was praying that she be still there.
***
I had easily slipped into the castle grounds. The bird of course followed me there. I just had no idea where to start looking for Celena's room. Then again, I had until aproximately an hour . all of the castle lights had not gone out yet, meaning that everyone was still awake.
It took me a while to find Celena's bedroom . but it was easy enough to break into. It had a large window that opened all the way. I had climbed up the side of the wall, which surprisngly wasn't too hard to climb. When I awoke from the dead it was almost as if there was a whole new me. Someone completely different, and I enjoyed this "new me" it was fresh and new. And I loved it.
I didn't have to wait long when Celena came into her room. I sat on the windowsill with the crow on my shoulder as she came in, not noticing me until turning around after locking the door.
Celena jumped back in surprise, realizing quite quickly that there was someone in her room. Someone most unwelcome. I smirked at the scared look on her face; she hadn't reconized me yet.
"Who are you?" her voice was in a panick.
"You don't remember me?"
I was stil sitting in the shadows of the windowsill. I let the crow fly off onto her dresser, as I walked closer to her. She still seemed small, and I made sure that feeling did not come back. Well it did, however I hid it quite well so she would not notice. Instead, I glared at her with hatred. If only she had not listened to me, or Allen had not let that man pass him like he would normally do.
"W-who are you!"
"Come on, guess."
I slowly back her up agains the door, waiting for her answer. It was taking too long, causing me to get quite angry. She was no shaking, afraid of me. It was nice to know people were afraid of me. Maybe she thought she was going crazy? You know, seeing me again.
"I-I'm afraid that-"
"That what?"
"You're that boy . but you're dead!"
"Wow, I'm surprised. You did get it right. Though it took too long, I suppose we should deduct marks from that."
I laughed to myself and slowly paced around the room, looking at all of my surroundings. Atlast, I sat on the bed . taking in the comfort I had never had the chance to ever feel before. I smiled and looked at the crow that watched me.
Looking back to Celena, I saw her still shaking. She was fumbling for the door handle, but I wasn't going to let her leave that quickly. I slowly walked up to Celena, she obviously didn't know because she was in a panick to get out. Just as she was about to open the door I put my hand on the door so she could no longer get out. She turned around and faced me in horror.
"You're an illusion! You're not real! You're dead! You're not alive!" she shouted, as she begun to cry.
"Well, yes I am dead and I'm not alive. However, I am alive by being able to feel and such and well being able to walk and talk and . well you get the point."
Celena slowly dropped down to the floor, her eyes locked on me. I must have looked like a giant from her point of view. I could see my own shadow cast on her, for I was standing in the way of the moonlight.
"You've come back to haunt me!"
"No-"
She then took out a cross necklace that she was wearing and tried to scare me with it. I was dead, not a vampire. I simple smiled and snatched the necklace off her neck, yet doing it was quickly so that it didn't harm her.
"You think a cross will harm me?" I asked.
"I-I don't know?!"
"Calm down, don't act like such a fool. You're too weak you give in too quickly."
She looked at me, still crying. My emotions were coming into play and all I wanted to do was hold her so she would stop crying. But I didn't. I basically told her to buck up.
"Quit it! Nobody likes it when a girl cries. No wonder you're being married off, you couldn't find real love if it kicked you in the ass."
I went slightly off the subject, but she knew what I meant. Men don't like weak women; hence she had to be married off to a King. It was quite funny, really. While I thought that over in my head, I looked over to see Celena looking at me oddly. Well what should I expect? I was dead.
"Who are you? And what do you want?"
"I'm The Crow. And I want your help."
She looked at me with a questioning look on her face. She never did know my name so she couldn't be questioning that. I was The Crow, no doubt about it.
"What help?"
"I need you to help me find my killer."
A/N: Ok people, what did you think? This is only chapter two . and I only have two reviews. Thanks for all your support -_-. Anyways, high school is much different so I don't have much time to update or anything like that. Please enjoy these while you can, only god knows how long it will take for another chapter. See yaz!
=Maladroit=
My brother's funeral, and mine, was short and peaceful. The whole town showed up, as they did every time someone died in Fannellia. We were considered a large family, not even large more like small. No one really cried . well for me, most likely my brother. I was more like an outsider, just another face in the crowd who happened to take responsibility for his brother's actions.
It happened to rain as well. The first rain storm since Fannellia was back on its feet, how wonderful. Basically, everyone was already in an upsetting mood. Most of my brother's friends cried and some old ladies as well. They kept saying "that young man, he had such a bright future ahead of him". Sure I did.
Celena was there as well. She cried too, but that was just her nature. She cried when a bird died because it hit a window. In other words, she cried for it because of its own stupidity.
Anyways, my funeral was short and simple. A Preist said a few words and everyone sort of left. Celena did lay flowers on my grave though. I remember her saying these words:
"I'm sorry we couldn't have been better friends."
And with that, she had left. Once everyone was gone, a crow landed on my tombstone. It sat there for hours, not letting anything go near it. When someone ocasionally came up to lay flowers on my grave . it would chase he or she off. This crow was my savior . you have no idea.
Later that night, it finally happened. As the moon was as clear as ever . it meant it was time. I remember feeling as though someone was ripping through my throat as I awoke with a start. I opened my eyes to look at my surroundings. I could feel the hard wood underneath me as small splinters dug into my back. But it didn't hurt as much as something like that normall would.
I sat up, hitting my head of course. I knew what I had to do; it was almost as everything had been explained to me before hand. First task . getting out of my "bed" as you would like to say it. I smashed the top of the small case with my fist, breaking it into oblivion, however letting loads of dirt come in and fill up the small box with dirt, making it harder to get out.
As I looked up to see how much of a struggle this would be, I realized I was only barried about two feet underground. It was going to be easy to get through. I dug through the dirt, knowing that I still needed air to breathe.
It took atleast two minutes for me to reach the top. Once I had one half of myself out of the grave, I had to stop and look around. Nothing had changed at all . well I had only been dead for about a week. It took them a while for them to find my body. That jackass - of course - hid me. And then those losers up at the castle didn't bother to look for me until they realized their horses weren't getting groomed.
I pulled myself out of my grave; I couldn't help but look at my tombstone. It had my last name . however my first name was not mentioned. My family name by the way is Corvis. I was called Corvis anyways, that's what my friends and my brother would call me. Only when I was in trouble, my father would call me by my full name. But that had atleast been five years ago. He died when I was twelve.
After looking over my grave and seeing I was burried next to my family, I decided to walk around and find some new clothes if possible. However, as I started walking, I couldn't help but notice that a crow was following me. It had something gold in its mouth, which was quite large. Almost like a pendant.
As I walked down the pathway through the forest that led towards the small city, the crow kept following me. Before I knew it, it flew past my head dropping the pendant infront of me as it settled onto a branch close to me. I looked at the crow as it watched me. It wanted me to pick up the pendant. And I did so. This pendant was a bright gold, as though it had just been made. The one thing that caught my attention was that the "pendant" part of it was a mirror. Looking at the crow, I put it around my neck knowing that it was obviously something important. I whistled for the crow to come to me as I held out my arm. And surprisingly it came. We were to head to the city, as I had to create my new identity.
***
I had never seen this side of Fannellia . it was almost as if hell's children came out that night. Whores and little boys going around causing nothing but trouble. I started to wonder if I was in the right city, but I reconized that castle. The crow had climbed onto my shoulder by the time we reached the shops. I noticed I was quite dirty . then again, who wasn't dirty after climbing out of their own grave?
I stepped into one of the shops that were full of clothing that nobody really cared for. They were clothes most people would consider normal. Nobody in Fannellia wanted to be normal. That was for sure. While looking around, the owner kept his eyes on me. I figured it was because of the crow . because I had never been to this side of the town before. However, when I stopped and looked into a mirror I noticed something different about me.
There was some sort of a black "make-up" all around my eyes. It had been placed as though it was coming from my eyes, splashed all around my whole "eye" area. From my eyebrows to the middle of my nose . however my actual nose was not covered. Only the area between my eyes, it was quite cool, really.
I turned and looked at the owner, smirking at him. He obviously thought I was from some sort of a cult. Well, I wouldn't necissarily call the dead a cult . but he was pretty close. I slowly walked up to him, thinking over and over in my head how much power I really had. I was invincable.
"How much torture will it take for me to get free clothes?" I spoke mockingly to him, though he took in every word I said.
"NOTHING!" he shouted.
I smiled and walked over and quickly grabbed some clothes. With that I bowed to him, teasingly as you could say, and walked away with the crow still perched on my shoulder.
I walked into a dark alley and quickly changed. It looked as though I had grabbed a baggy, dark green shirt and blackpants. I also grabbed a long, beige jacket. It would keep me warm. Though it wasn't made of whool or anything, it was made of the same, thin material as the shirt I managed to snag.
Now that I had pretty much gotten everything I needed, I realized that I had to get someone's help on how to find my murderer. That's what I was brought back for, of course. Someone was out there running loose, killing. Only he and the great gods knew if he had killed anyone else. Then again, how was I to know if he was the only one when it came to my brother's death and mine? It was going to be tricky. Then, realizing that Celena and Allen had exited when it had just taken place, I knew they must have seen someone or something. So, I had to go to the castle. Only I was praying that she be still there.
***
I had easily slipped into the castle grounds. The bird of course followed me there. I just had no idea where to start looking for Celena's room. Then again, I had until aproximately an hour . all of the castle lights had not gone out yet, meaning that everyone was still awake.
It took me a while to find Celena's bedroom . but it was easy enough to break into. It had a large window that opened all the way. I had climbed up the side of the wall, which surprisngly wasn't too hard to climb. When I awoke from the dead it was almost as if there was a whole new me. Someone completely different, and I enjoyed this "new me" it was fresh and new. And I loved it.
I didn't have to wait long when Celena came into her room. I sat on the windowsill with the crow on my shoulder as she came in, not noticing me until turning around after locking the door.
Celena jumped back in surprise, realizing quite quickly that there was someone in her room. Someone most unwelcome. I smirked at the scared look on her face; she hadn't reconized me yet.
"Who are you?" her voice was in a panick.
"You don't remember me?"
I was stil sitting in the shadows of the windowsill. I let the crow fly off onto her dresser, as I walked closer to her. She still seemed small, and I made sure that feeling did not come back. Well it did, however I hid it quite well so she would not notice. Instead, I glared at her with hatred. If only she had not listened to me, or Allen had not let that man pass him like he would normally do.
"W-who are you!"
"Come on, guess."
I slowly back her up agains the door, waiting for her answer. It was taking too long, causing me to get quite angry. She was no shaking, afraid of me. It was nice to know people were afraid of me. Maybe she thought she was going crazy? You know, seeing me again.
"I-I'm afraid that-"
"That what?"
"You're that boy . but you're dead!"
"Wow, I'm surprised. You did get it right. Though it took too long, I suppose we should deduct marks from that."
I laughed to myself and slowly paced around the room, looking at all of my surroundings. Atlast, I sat on the bed . taking in the comfort I had never had the chance to ever feel before. I smiled and looked at the crow that watched me.
Looking back to Celena, I saw her still shaking. She was fumbling for the door handle, but I wasn't going to let her leave that quickly. I slowly walked up to Celena, she obviously didn't know because she was in a panick to get out. Just as she was about to open the door I put my hand on the door so she could no longer get out. She turned around and faced me in horror.
"You're an illusion! You're not real! You're dead! You're not alive!" she shouted, as she begun to cry.
"Well, yes I am dead and I'm not alive. However, I am alive by being able to feel and such and well being able to walk and talk and . well you get the point."
Celena slowly dropped down to the floor, her eyes locked on me. I must have looked like a giant from her point of view. I could see my own shadow cast on her, for I was standing in the way of the moonlight.
"You've come back to haunt me!"
"No-"
She then took out a cross necklace that she was wearing and tried to scare me with it. I was dead, not a vampire. I simple smiled and snatched the necklace off her neck, yet doing it was quickly so that it didn't harm her.
"You think a cross will harm me?" I asked.
"I-I don't know?!"
"Calm down, don't act like such a fool. You're too weak you give in too quickly."
She looked at me, still crying. My emotions were coming into play and all I wanted to do was hold her so she would stop crying. But I didn't. I basically told her to buck up.
"Quit it! Nobody likes it when a girl cries. No wonder you're being married off, you couldn't find real love if it kicked you in the ass."
I went slightly off the subject, but she knew what I meant. Men don't like weak women; hence she had to be married off to a King. It was quite funny, really. While I thought that over in my head, I looked over to see Celena looking at me oddly. Well what should I expect? I was dead.
"Who are you? And what do you want?"
"I'm The Crow. And I want your help."
She looked at me with a questioning look on her face. She never did know my name so she couldn't be questioning that. I was The Crow, no doubt about it.
"What help?"
"I need you to help me find my killer."
A/N: Ok people, what did you think? This is only chapter two . and I only have two reviews. Thanks for all your support -_-. Anyways, high school is much different so I don't have much time to update or anything like that. Please enjoy these while you can, only god knows how long it will take for another chapter. See yaz!
=Maladroit=