A Fan's Reset -Button-

[||A Constant Faint||]

I apologize for the long wait, I've rewritten the chapter a couple of times and some events happened in real life, though do enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters.

THE ASTERBACH GRAVEYARD
2:34 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

"Oh shit." The child muttered in a British accent quietly to the point where no one heard what he said.

...

Everyone ran as far away as they could from the funeral except Karen, her unamed father, The Person named John, his fainted wife and the priest, who immediately grabbed some holy water from a wooden table, grabbing the boy's collar and splashing and spreading holy water across the boy's body, as if he was some kind of evil demonic being.

Everyone else aside the priest was shocked, the little girl hid behind her father's legs as John's grip on his wife's arms tightened, as he frowned.

"May the power of Christ Compel you demon!" The priest chanted angrily whilst holding the struggling boy's collar until John pushed the priest aside, making the boy fall and hit his head on the curved edge of the coffin, the boy 's vision blurred, hearing words from someone crying, saying the words, "Son, son, please don't go back to the dead!"

Then, the boy knew no more.

THE ASTERBACH GRAVEYARD
2:43 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

It was the afternoon, the wind was blowing refreshingly to those who are tired, a calico cat catches a mouse as a fainted boy is taken care of by a man in his twenties.

"Arden Ferische, you are the most unbelievable son I've ever had!" John uttered to Arden, who was laid down on two wooden chairs stuck together, facing upwards to the sky.

"..." Arden didn't respond to John's complaints about him.

John sighed, worrying what would happen from now.

"If your mother wakes up and sees this..I don't know how to deal with a woman who has a temper of a witch hunting madman.. " John groaned.

"I..should stop making things like this public anymore..maybe I should stop hiring that priest as well.." John whispered the last part quickly as he sighed once more, glancing at his fainted son and wife.

"..." Helenn snored peacefully, moving a little.

Arden was still not moving.

"..Just what is this situation...I'm going to be seen as a madman by my grandmother." John wiped his man tears away as he sniffled and stopped to look at the time on his pocket watch closely, adjusting his glasses.

"It seems it's..around the afternoon now, I better get in the carriage..I'll go get Helenn and Arden." John stood up and walked to where his wife and son was laid down after the funeral shock, then a few minutes later, he enters the carriage with his sleeping wife and son, taking a nap on her lap tiredly after the previous events.

The carriage's jewels and gems sparkled.

JON WECKE STREET
3:16 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

A young woman walks to the local bakery, an old man discusses politics to his son as he sips coffee at Ashfern's Cafe happily, the usual bustling crowd of people has diminished.

The inside of the moving carriage is silent, as John took a nap on the lap of his sleeping wife, Helenn.

Arden's eyes slowly opened, he confusingly looked around, briefly remembering the violent priest who tried to exorcise him, then taking a glance at the other two, Arden smiled slightly at the sweet moment between the two.