BNHA Supernatural Month! 2018

The Warrior Of Honor

You can imagine the hero whoever you want. October 29th of Supernatural Month

You kneel down upon the ground to replace the old flowers with flesh new flowers on its respected vase on the tombstone aisle along with the name of the hero. The respected hero died in a heroic way of the process of saving the supernatural realm to the human realm from being consumed of dark evil and darkness.

The rest of the remaining heroes who stood beside this respected hero are alive and living comfortably as a token of a reward of their great accomplishment, saving the world.

It's the tenth year of the anniversary of this respectful hero date of death. There is a festival named after the honor of this hero.

You wanted to have it clean, before the festival starts and many people come to visit him leaving great goods, such as money and food.

Everyone appreciate him for the great cost that he has done for them. The family and friends of this hero hold a conference every year for speech dedicated for the fallen hero.

It's different every single year, it comes from someone else each time.

You hummed softly as the [favorite color] glowing tail moving in peace floating way. You are half human and the other supernatural due to bloodline. The trait of supernatural runs through your veins. It skipped your parent generation, which makes them completely human.

You are separate from your physical body in order to travel into the supernatural realm, which was the ability given to you along with massive strength. However, your glowing tail is your lifeline meaning you have to be aware of your surroundings very often.

You picked up the cleaning spray bottle and sprinkle some on the tombstone, before wiping it with a cotton cloth.

You froze stopping your hand from moving and turn your head around, as you stopped humming.

You heard something crack harshly, but seeing nothing on sight.

It was probably your imagination, so you brush it off.

You continue doing what you were doing beforehand with long nails busted through the dirt and grasping onto your ankle.

You dropped the cloth and the bottle as you let out bloody-murder scream.

Feedback is appreciated.

lowkey wanna turn this into a series but I don't know with whom. I am a mess, I swear.

Comment the initial of this title 'TWOH', if you would read this story. If it were to become a series.