Emma sat beneath the fruiting peach trees, enjoying the shade under the branches. With one hand she held a deliciously half bitten peach, the other a long branch she pulled off and fashioned it into a well sharpened stick, tracing the faces of her family long passed in the dirt. Her brother, husband, and children. It was something she did occasionally to remember those faces, it gave her peace of mind and clarity, keeping their memories alive.
Emma bit into her peach and sketched Caleb. "Nothing's ever truly gone." She murmured to herself, tracing Caleb's soft eyes and stubby beard. Sighing at his face, she drew a line from her husband to the revolutionary soldier. "I wonder if you're here again." It had been a decade since Yorktown, if Caleb had been reborn soon after his death, he'd be a ten year old child. Emma liked to believe he was having a good childhood full of joy and love.
Emma gazed over the faces of her family. Immortality was a curse sometimes, but knowing the cycle of life and death was never-ending, comforted her. She hoped the rest of her departed family had a chance to live again.
The immortal Nephilim raised her head hearing the chatter her current family approach. Richter walked among the trees twirling his knife, Maria chatted with Jacques, who struggled to hold up his rifle. One day they would be among the faces Emma would draw in the sand, but for now they were alive and walking among the mortal plane.
"Perhaps not for the first time." She gently brushed her fingers across the faces of Rosie and Iris.
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Castlevania Nocturne: A Sneak Peak
FanfictionA 'sneak peak' of a future series chronicling the events of Castlevania Nocturne following Emmaline Tepes and her mother as they watch over their descendant families in different ways. A work in progress. I just wanted to write the first chapter down
