Sanctum: Evigilationis

Death unto light

I felt as though a curtain had dropped over part of me, concealing what was behind. I carried Patiecnce past Cecelia and the other person without batting an eye at them or even acknwoledging their presence at all. She noticed what I was carrying and covered her mouth. She looked like she was about to cry. I brushed past the other person, a boy about my age by the looks of it. I  just kept walking.

After about 30 minuets I cam upon the hill where my cabin was. "There at the base of the path", I thought to myself. No better place was there ever. There was a strong maple tree. It seemed to glow, it was such a beautiful spot. I could see the icicles even now in what little light there was. They were beautiful. A beautiful spot for a beautiful freind.

I knew the wolves would be back. I knew I needed to get inside first. But my debts were overwhelming. I took the body over to the base, and set it up against the trunk, cradled in some of it's might and thick roots. I drew my knife and started to dig.

I finally got past the ice layer and into solid earth by the time that Cecelia and the other person caught up with me. They stared in silence. But they were only shadows to me. I felt as if a part of me had been ripped out of my soul. I continued to dig with the blade of the knife until I had exposed much of the earth  wanted to use. The snow had slowed to a very steady fall. I sheathed my knife and started in with my hands.

The cold earth bit at my hands as I dug. I dug with the blood of my enemies, the enemies that had taken Patience away from me. I dug with the hands that had slain 5 of my enemies. I dug with the hands that helped me do my daily work. I dug with the hands that permitted me to live in this harsh, frozen, hell hole. 

I cired as I dug, each tear softening the earth a little more for my hands. Finally I had dug a ditch that seemed like it would be deep enough. The other dogs had been let out to watch and keep guard. They were all standing in silent vigil. All of them directing thier thoughts towards the fallen one among them. I picked up Patience's broken and bloodied body and set her softly in the grave, as if she were sleeping and I didn't want to wake her. I closed her eyes, and murmered a few well wishes to her. Then I got out of the grave and stood next to all of them. Dog, man, and nature was silent for a minuet just for her. 

I then took a look at my hands. They were shaking in a manner that I could not control. I had long lost feeling in them. Now they were starting to turn blue. But I didn't care. I kneeled back down next to the grave and started to pull the earth back over top of my friend's body. I cried into the depths of the grave. I watched as my friend, dissapeared into the depths of the earth. Taken from me by the spawn of my mind.

I drew my knife sharply, and Cecelia and the boy started forward. I think that they thought I would use it on myself. But I took the serrated edge of the knife to a thicker bough on the maple tree and made my hand go back and forth in a sawing motion. I had a hard time holding the blade and dropped it twice. Both times I picked it up and continued onward. I took the two boughs I sawed and and pieced them together into the shape I had seen in my revelation. I planted that at the head of the grave, then covered it in snow. I stood there once more. Then, from exhaustion and from cold, I collapsed. The last thing I remember was being caught by the boy and him being directed by Cecelia.