Storms
Hauntings
Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men touch that unknown thing?
-Victor Hugo, Les Miserable
She doesn't know what made her realize it but once she did she couldn't stop. They were all dead, all of them. Dead and gone. They were bones and dust in the ground, and had been for hundreds of years.
She knelt infront of the God tree, staring up at the memory of a dead hanyou boy, and dug her fingers into the dirt like roots wondering where they were buried, if she would ever know, if she would be there when it happened.
A hand touched her shoulder and she turned to look up into amber eyes but all she saw was a ghost.