Disclaimer: I do not own Castlevania characters and stuff. I could wish I did, but I don't. This is my first attempt at a Castlevania fic. I have long loved this series. I don't know why. I just like it. ^^;; I hope what I write sounds alright. I'm open to ideas. Anything.
The moon was low in the night sky, just newly risen from its sleep. The dark masses of clouds moved swiftly and veiled the bright moon now and then. The silence was overwhelming. It had been that way ever since the sun had set.
He was sitting alone on a few stones, using the moon as his only light. It was late in the evening, about four hours into the night. His light sources had all been used up. He sighed and resumed his work, cursing when the clouds obstructed his vision provided by the moon. He really should have returned to town as his workers had, but no, he had to explore the excavation site more. He was an archeologist and somewhat of a treasure hunter. He was a collector of relics and antiques.
They were digging into a large cliff, the foundation of an old castle that seemed to date all the way back to the fourteenth century. It could be older, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't the best of the archeologists. The castle's ruins had been absorbed by the ground. It had been preserved rather well in the ground, or rather, what had been revealed so far seemed pretty much intact. The tip of a spire pierced the ground on top of the cliff. He had the urge to break it open and peek at what it was hiding, but he knew that he shouldn't.
The stone walls that they had encountered were solidly built. Though old, they stood strong. There was a tiny hole in one section of the hole. The archeologist had attempted to see what was inside with his earlier light sources but had failed. The inner portion of the wall was pitch black. The luminous qualities of the light did not penetrate very far. In fact, he was able to see nothing.
He sighed and scoured the ground by the walls, looking for anything that might turn up strange. Something glinted in the moonlight. Wedged tightly next to part of the wall in the ground was a small object. He squinted and tried to pull it out. Suddenly out of nowhere, the wind's howl rose as it sang, blowing through caverns below. The man shivered. The wind had blown chills into his body. Perhaps, should have worn more and come better equipped. He resorted to digging with a shovel he had. After many minutes of frustration, He dug the item out of the ruins. It was a rusty old tarnished mirror…