Resurgam
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mine, so don't sue, cuz I have sporks and I'm not afraid to use them.
The early morning fog drifted slowly through the small cemetery, hanging heavily in the hazy gray sky. Two dark figures broke through the mist, their focus locked on one distant gray stone and their faces obscured by hoods. They carefully weaved their way through the various rows of headstones. To any observer unfamiliar with the pair, they might appear to be lost. But lost was one thing they were not.
They made their way through the foggy vapor, seeming to be in no particular rush. Soon enough, they came to a stop in front of one lone headstone. One of them leaned down and ran a hand over the three words inscribed on it.
"Very fitting," he commented. Pulling her hood down, Irina nodded.
"Resurgam. It means 'I will rise again,' correct?" Irina nodded once more.
"And did you come up with that?"
"Yes. It seemed perfect," Irina said softly, kneeling to pull a stray weed from the cold ground before the stone.
"Quite appropriate. I'm sorry I wasn't there."
"It's understandable. Besides, you're here now, she understands. We had better not linger much longer. The sun is rising, someone will surely be here soon." Irina placed a single flower on the tombstone. After a moment of contemplative silence, they each stood and began to walk away. Before they could get very far, he stopped and turned back. Irina paused, waiting patiently as he stopped towards the small gray marker and again looked at the inscription.
"Sydney Bristow- Resurgam," he whispered. He nodded slowly, pondering the significance of the words.
"We need to leave," Irina said softly. He didn't move.
"Adam. Let's go." Shaking himself form his reverie, he turned and looked at her apologetically. Pulling her hood back over her hair, Irina led Sark back to their waiting car.
I don't know exactly what I'm going to do with this, it was just an idea that kinda came to mind this morning… is it worth it to keep going?