Why did that man bring me here? What is he planning?
This place holds such horrid memories, but also kind and tender ones.
Memories of my brother and I in the beautiful flower garden playing, reading, sleeping or just looking at all the flowers. The time when my older brother, Mörker Jagare Thomas Fourtuna, got bucked off his trusty stead, Vitt-ljus, and how he laughed the pain of a sprained wrist off. There are also memories of my father teaching me how to play the cello. Such dear memories were locked away after the massacre.
The townspeople had thought that my father, Alphonse Taivas Fourtuna, had created the Ruttande virus. They thought this due to my father's passion of studying the dead. They knew he had tried to bring something that is dead back to life.
He had used the family pet, a large Great Dane named after the Stephanotis flower, as the test subject. Stephanotis had succumbed to brain cancer a day after Mörker had his 16th birthday.
After his death, Mörker blamed himself, my little brother Edward began to have temper tantrums, and I refused to eat and go anywhere. I think that is why he tried to resurrect Stephanotis from his eternal slumber. Edward was 7 years old and I was 12 during that time, we were both to naive to understand what was happening.
Eventually, a group of occultist formed together, calling themselves 'The Relinquishers', going around killing any D-proppar who rise from wherever they lay. They thought only chosen ones should be given the second chance at 'life'.
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Ruttnande virus: Life of a D-proppar
Science FictionThe Ruttnande virus has taken the world's dead and turns them into D-proppar. The government has acknowledged the new race and has decided to give them their own states. The world was a calm and peaceful place... but the horrific past is scratching...
