Born From The Grave - adventure fantasy fanfic

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Last time in "Born From The Grave":

"As my vision came to I found myself sitting on the floor slumped against the wall I had backed into. Looking up at everyone I remembered everything. With a small whisper like whimper I speak. "I-I died....""
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*Lilith's pov*

Reaching my hand out I pushed my palm against the wall. Slowly standing up I mentally shook any emotion from my face. "Explain, now." I demanded in a hard tone of voice.

I watched as my small group of friends slowly hang their heads. My hands began to ball into fists a glare displayed on my face as my voice rose slightly. "Well!?"

"Hey could you shut your damn mouth for a moment here?" I felt the anger inside me begin to boil when I heard those words come from behind me.

Slowly I turned. Looking up my cyan blue eyes instantly meeting a pair of forest green eyes. My breath caught in my throat though a quickly regained my composure.

"Why don't you stay out of this Luka." I spat his name wanting nothing to do with some scum bag I had just met.

"Then don't make a damn scene." He spat back only increasing my anger. I raised my hand ready to slap him across the face.

Just as I was about to strike I felt a lukewarm hand grasp my wrist. Turning I come eye to eye a lavender purple.

A thorn of betrayal buried itself into my chest. Snatching my wrist from her I glared at my platinum blond sister.

Without another word I pushed past everyone ignoring the frustrated calls of Leona.

*Leona's pov*

Helplessly I watched my twin walk away. Feeling slightly frustrated I called out to her but to no avail.

Feeling a hand on my shoulder I turned to find Isabelle standing there. "Just let her go we both know how she gets."

Turning back to the direction Lilith had gone I let out a small sigh. "Ya I guess you're right."

*Lilith's pov*

Having felt like I was far enough away from the room I slowed my pace. Finally looking around I notice that the ground was smooth hardwood floors.

Most of it was covered by a red carpet though what wood I could see looked as if it was waxed with a fine finished.

Around me the walls were stoned with a few paintings of what seemed to be royalty. There was also some shields and swords.

Processing this I came to the conclusion that I was in a castle. 'Odd' I though before coming to a sudden halt.

As I was looking at the walls I had caught my reflection in a large mirror. I was wearing a long black dress that was muddy, bloody, and torn just above the knee along with other places.

My hair was matted and crusted with dirt down to the roots. My lips where chapped, eyers blood shot with a few scrapes here and there.