The Wolf's Den

Path 1: Adrieve, Chapter 9

        The first door she found had a flower crown over a grave marked out in white on the door. It was almost nice if it weren't for the grave aspect, and when she opened the door, she stood right beside a gravesite, the cross nameless as the others in the graveyard. Above her, way above her, was a window, but she couldn't see in it from her place on the ground, and, oddly enough, there wasn't any door to go in another direction. The one she stood by was freshly dug, and the footsteps she found led away, but they seemed so far again. In a sense, it made her feel like she'd died.

        All around her were graves, just graves that she couldn't read, but at least they weren't freshly dug. Some held flowers growing from the spot it was in, and others the crosses rotted away to leave stumps. Others, which were only a couple years old, were stepped over and disregarded, causing her to scowl. How dare they disrespect the dead? The dead may be gone, but they still mattered as a part of someone's history. That was low ever for her to do, and she liked doing several low things to people.

        "You shouldn't be here," a voice echoed.

        It was the voice of a ghost, a mere boy of some age below ten but above four. He wore a flower crown, fair hair and blue eyes. His eyes seemed sad, but all he seemed to be able to do was shiver above his burial spot.

        "You shouldn't be here," he said again.

        "I just got here by random, what was I supposed to do, huh?"

        "You aren't my mother."

        "And it's a good thing I'm not. Your mother must not have loved you."

        "You're wrong."

        "Prove me wrong then."

         "She cries for me day and night, and it's making my shroud full of water. I can't rest because she cries a river."

         "That's not love, that's being cruel. She misses you, yes, but any death makes people cry."

          The boy scowled. "You're wrong."

          "You have yet to prove me."

          "I'll make you see what it's like to be me."

          "No, no, that's okay---"

          As the boy advanced on her location, she started to run, careful of the graves as she went, tripping occasionally but not slowing herself down. Gulping nervously, Adrieve opened the door and slammed it behind her, taking the handle on his side with her and still haring the boy approaching the door. However, when he couldn't open the door, she relaxed, slumping to the floor and removing the other handle on the outside, locking the door in place. After the boy's footsteps were gone completely, she stood, shaking and wary, and continued down the hall.