-Hello! YAY!! This is the other flash back kind of chapter! I really hope you enjoy it, and thanks for all the praise!! Oh, and Chrono comes into the chapter later! Thanks!!! -
Rosette turned around, still slightly sad, when she noticed the magic had continued into the entry way. It was no longer derelict and in ruins. The stained glass windows streamed in colorful light on the cheery room. The bench was clean, and the wood lacquered. The drapes were colored a deep red and were embroidered in gold with roses. They fluttered softly from the wind issuing from the door.
Marie stood boyishly, staring up at the ceiling. The carvings on the archways were fresh and issued a low whistle.
"This is amazing, Brain," she breathed.
"Yeah, they're amazing, c'mon sis," and he put his arm around he shoulder, and they walked through the large doors. As it was before, the moment the two phantoms left the room, it returned to the way it was. The windows broken out, the drapes worn and molding, the bench rotting away to nothing, and the room no longer filled with warmth and light.
Rosette blinked hard to get her eyes back used to the bleak entrance and followed the two apparitions. Normally she would have been using sacred spirits to blast away these poltergeists, but they seemed peaceful, and they couldn't even see her.
The church was suddenly filled with ghostly people, their head bent in prayer. The priest had just started mass, and the choir was singing cheerfully Doxology. The sound wrapped around Rosette and she watched on, like it some kind of picture show. Marie and Brain sat down in one pew, and Marie yawned, resting her head against her brother's shoulder.
"May we all pray for the recently orphaned children of this Parish, Brain and Marie Drake. They will remain in our prayers, along with their parents," the priest's old rough voice scraped across Rosette's ears like gravel. She looked at the two, and Brian made a face upon his sister and his own names being called upon the parish.
The kindly old lady sitting next to the two looked upon them sweetly, and then got up arthritically, and along with a few other parishioners, lit a white candle in front of the stone angel.
The angel stood on top of the alter, her face suspended in grief, and her hands holding a crown of thorns, and the other, a fresh calla lily. Under the stone, a brass paque read in old script: For Those Gone but Never Forgotten, we light a candle to show you the way to salvation.
Then, with a deafening crash, the side of the wall was blown in, and the debris flew everywhere, and one piece struck the old lady in the head, she fell like a stone, her wrinkled body crumpling in a heap.
Rosette gasped in horror, covering her mouth in utter shock. She watched as scared people raced out of the church, slamming the doors behind them. The two siblings ran for the door, but they couldn't make it out in time. Marie and Brian slammed their fists against the doors, screaming for people to open the door. Marie crumpled against the floor, crying. Her brother feverently tried to pull the door open, but they could do nothing. In desperation, he grabbed his sister's wrist and they ran to the opening in the wall, but they were stopped by...
Something laid a hand on Rosette, and she spun around. The magic of the church stopped and everything returned to normal. Chrono stood behind her, his hand on her shoulder.
"There you are Rosette, Azmaria was worried," he looked at her, his brow furrowed in worry.
"Wha?" she spun around and much to her dismay, the church was back to normal. She walked to the grave, stepping over the rubble, and she saw the fresh rose laying on the stones, and she picked up, staring at the blood red petals.
'Roset..." Chrono was cut off as Rosette held up her hand, and in the harsh morning light, she saw the named carved into the cross. It read BRIAN DRAKE and the words sent shivers up Rosette's spine. Chrono looked down and read it out loud.
"Hm, Brian Drake?? Who is that?"
"The brother of Marie Drake..." Rosette replied softly, placing the rose against the stones, her face filled with sorrow.
"How do you know this?" her partner asked, and she looked up.
"I saw..." she muttered, then, she crumpled to the ground. Chrono caught her just in time.
"ROSETTE!!!" he screamed, shaking her form. She was silent, and he listened for her breath. She was alive, but she had fainted. Chrono groaned as he lifted Rosette bridal style, and carried her to the cot she was staying at. He walked out of the room, casting a glance to the sleeping Azmaria.
He walked slowly to the church's mass room and as soon as he did, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was girl sitting in one of the last pews that remained whole and as she turned around, she looked at Chrono with haunted eyes.
"Who are you?" he asked. She just continued to stare at him, but then replied,
"My name is Marie... Marie Drake."
Okay, tell me what you really think. I had major writers block during most of it!! I am so sorry it turned out so terrible!! The next chapter will be better, I promise!! I promise!! And if I really end up hating this chapter, I'll rewrite it!!! Just please, tell me what you think!!!!!! Thanks!!!!!