Rock woke up startled. She did not know why she woke up so agonized, but she did not even think about it, the smell of molten candle mixed with the scent of strange plants irritated her nostrils and lungs responding in a watery cough. Gradually the cough passed, he began to notice the environment in which he was. Several long cloths on the walls, candles hung on all sides with several different colors, basins of irons with plants being burned in, however, was not a great flame, only smoke, only smoke was in that environment.
- You woke up ... Are you okay?
The new voice appeared, who was this girl? This question passed in Rock's mind until an epiphany appeared, remembered who this girl was, and remembered what had happened yesterday.
- Yes, I'm ... My clothes no longer "smell" her? It's a bit uncomfortable, you know?
- They seem so, and you ... I need to talk to you, to seriously talk to you. Get out, there 's no one around.
Quitéria, this was the name of this girl, and her house was half-rotten with the rain and the sea, yet she stood firm on that rock far from the large fruit trees, full of images in little frames, statues of which she did not know the meaning, furniture in the same state of the wall woods, but at the center of it all, the body of Zakarias Berdinazzi lay on an old cloth with a beautiful print.
Rock swallowed dry for the image of it, passed quietly beside the corpse to get her clothing, her clothes were still damp and still did not understand the issue of it being with the scent of Zakarias, did not question just did. Dressing her clothes again, Quitéria asked to sit on the floor near the corpse which now only had a white cloth covering her body.
- It will be strange for our dialogue ... But it is necessary. Thank you for joining her here ...
- No problem, and .. I had no choice.
- Really, she was sure to bring her youth along with her ... ahahhahaaaa.
- She told me that before.
"What do you want to tell me? ... Do not speak now if you have no words to say ... I'm leaving tomorrow for these lands ... Yes, yes ... For how long? 4 years ... What day? I have already said four years, the day for sure you will know, and on this day, my beloved great-granddaughter Quitéria, you will only have a chance to speak and I will bring my youth with me ... "
- Maybe she compared you to her youth. She told me about it about four years ago. Now, I must explain the terms of the inheritance.
- Heritage? What do you mean, an inheritance? That's one thing among your family, not me.
- And also explain to you about the scythe, but this is for later...- she said as she took the earring from under the corpse's lip, rose to catch the black veil belonging to the corpse hanging from a hook on the wall.- They are for you.
- I can not accept.
- Zakarias said the same thing at her age, from what she told me.
- I told you, I have no right to such things.
- She has... She's already given the share of our inheritance to our relatives here. She had more necklaces and rings ... Heritages have already been given and ... I saw her throwing stones into the sea, 7 stones, what remained of our family was six. A blessing was for you.
At a glance, Rock saw the peaceful face of Zakarias Berdinazzi. This now dead woman bore a blessing in her name. At that moment, he felt strangely, barely curled up in the back of his throat. He turned his gaze to the great-grandson of the corpse, with a neutral look, waiting to accept the parts of the inheritance from the living ancient.
Black Rock Shooter accepted.
Quitéria looked happy, it seemed, maybe I still had my heart squeezed by the death of her relative in this world. It burned a little when the long earring was placed on her ear, the long black veil still in her hands. I did not know what I would do with it.
- Can you help me with the body?- There was nothing more he could do, he followed the instructions of the outherself. It was the first time I saw a coffin being used for what was done, did not know the fear of that image, is different, for some reason, between a dead corpse or have died of natural causes. At any moment it seemed that Zakarias would rise and laugh at ours as a joke in bad taste. The rain did not help improve the situation.
Zakarias Berdinazzi was buried near there, along with other already filled graves, having the view to the sea. There was no prayer, only Quitéria's hand on the grave as a last consolation.
After all that, Rock sat on the edge of the cliff where the graves of Quitéria's family in the world were, perhaps some, if they had been caught and buried somewhere else. Rock did not know how much time passed when she sat there, just watched the rain pass, the sun of that world go to rest, and began to think.
- Zakarias Berdinazzi ... Regardless of where you are, thank you ... I do not know why a thank you. But thanks. Thanks to you, I can finally-
- Do not think too much about it, their minds need to rest.
Rock heard Quitéria's words, though, her eyes widened by the outherself's appearance. Quitéria wore the clothes of the deceased outherself with the coffin already in her hands. In the other hand, a scythe of wood handle and the blade wrapped in any cloth. If it were not for the image of the corpse inside the coffin now under the earth, she would swear it was Zakarias in front of her.
- Remembering the dead brings them back to life. My great-grandmother now must rest. Reviving her would be a horror to this land. We must no longer disturb her. Quitéria said as she knelt near the outherself with the black veil in her hands, putting the coffin aside, offered the scythe. - I saw her note inside the coffin ... Promise made, long promise. Be careful not to rely on this blade, this blade is cursed. She herself did ... Be careful.
- Thanks ... Are you going to take her place?
- Obviously, she taught me a lot. Your services in these parts are necessary, just for four years several died without your help ... I'll be fine ... Maybe we'll meet again.
- Perhaps...
Quitéria left with the coffin in her hands, then disappeared into the horizon.
Black Rock Shooter looked at the match of the one carrying the coffin now, looked at the scythe and the black veil in her hands. Curled up wrapped around her shoulders, like a punch or a scarf, a strip of cloth was put on the ends of the handle, she put the scythe on his back. Now her departure was to return.
Remembering the dead brings them back to life.
It was not the first time Chariot had seen his "friend" staring into that abyss. Chariot still remembers the suicidal act of the blue-eyed outherself, she can not do anything, she'll be too late. He saw that group of happy outherself after the act, they left quickly. She remembers telling about the death of Black Rock Shooter, everyone did not believe it at first, but after taking them to the slaughter site ... No one could speak a word now. She was surely dead. No one would survive that.
However, it seemed that this reality had not arrived for Dead Master.
Ever since that day, I've always looked at that abyss. Waiting for the blue-eyed outherself to re-emerge from that abyssal darkness.
- De-chan ... She's not coming back. Our counterparts have already confirmed in fact, Mato forgot about it.
- You do not know what I feel about it ... I just know, for some reason, I know. She's very well alive ...
Chariot just wrapped her long claws in on herself. Dead Master seemed firm with that idea. She did not spend much time with Rock, unlike the outherself in front of her, always the sickle carrier came to fill Rock's patience with pranks or dirty tricks on her strings. An unconfirmed friendship, she knew that Rock did not like it, went away while Dead laughed for free. Chariot was afraid of being decapitated again, keeping a good distance from Rock.
Black Gold Saw seemed the only one happy with Rock's death, for reasons everyone could understand.
Strength was very sad at first, not only for the deceased, but also for never talking to Mato again. However, she was soon accepting, started looking for company with the other outherselfs.
But at the words of Dead Master, Black Rock Shooter was alive. Chariot did not know about such certainties, however if she was alive, where could she be at this moment?