For a forest that was supposed to be filled with little sounds of critters, it was awfully silent to the princess’s listening ears. Now that she was out of the race and lying on the leaf-filled ground, she was trying to catch her breath with her eyes shut close. The Night air was slowly wafting in, and she could feel the coolness over her skin.
The forest was a lot darker than outside due to the trees blocking out the sun rays from streaming in, and Raziah knew she couldn’t keep lying there and had to return to the palace. Though the floor felt so nice on her back. Not too soft and not too hard. The heavy leaves filling up the ground made her feel more comfortable, and all she needed was a pillow and she would be fast asleep.
It was very tempting, but she needed to get up.
Pulling up to her feet, she had just dusted the dried leaves off her body when the cold air got warm, and it was a bizarre kind of warmness she felt on her skin. Her instincts yelled at her suddenly to take off running, and a cold chill crawled up her spine and racked through her body, but her legs weren’t cooperating with her mind to run, especially when the wind grew a coherent voice...and whispered her name.
"Raziah..." It sounded like a man and a woman’s voice whispering her name lowly, passing directly through her ear that she had to just close her eyes and let it pass. The forest didn’t look anything creepy at first, but the darker it became...
She heard the whisper in the wind float further into the eerie forest, and Raziah just knew that wasn’t for her. No matter how curious her mind was right now, she had no idea what was going on.
Even if there was a chance for her to know something, it was all too... creepy for her and she wasn’t with any sword to protect her, so she ignored whatever the hell it was, and took her first step toward leaving the forest when another whisper drifted through the wind, but this time, it didn’t call her name.
"Mirabai..." It whispered in a womanly drawl, and Raziah’s body moved faster than her mind. She took off running further into the forest, following the direction of the wind. She didn’t care whether it was becoming darker, all she knew was that the name she heard weighed more than her life...and if there was the slightest chance to know anything concerning this person...she wouldn’t hesitate for the tiniest of seconds.
She went further and further into the forest, eventually coming across a small lake that was running by. She jumped inside with such reckless abandon, and kept following the voice, till the trees suddenly grew very close to each other. The further she went on, the thicker it got till she had to run and squeeze her body through the stem of several trees and branches that had twisted across each other and there was hardly any space to pass through.
She managed to see the very end of the forest with an opening, and the wind she had been chasing after suddenly dispersed into nothing. It felt like it had led her to where she was headed, and now anxiety was crawling over her skin, getting everywhere.
Raziah knew she should listen to the intense prickles on her back and turn around, but she was already so close to whatever it was. Stumbling over a branch, she winced and fell on her palms when she realized there were no longer twisted trees and branches in front of her and she must have gotten across the dense trees.
Looking up in front of her, she faced what resembled a sepulcher.
A catacomb to be more specific, but not just any kind of catacomb. It was a catacomb that was lined with so many different massive statues of beings that looked important. They didn’t look human, but the way they had been molded so regally and powerfully on their tombs had her jaw almost dropping in awe. The air around was so very warm, having a much more darker essence than the one she felt a while ago and the sun was completely set by now, though it wasn’t very hard to see.
They were lined up by her left and right, and she walked in the middle, staring at every one of them. Peering closer, she knew most of them had to be important Vampires that had lived many years ago, and some of them didn’t look very Vampiric to her.
They seemed different. Having the fangs and claws, but it felt like their graves reeked of this unique feeling about it. She read the names on the top and noticed the difference in the names because the ones that felt difference were named ’ Special Vampires ’ and were mostly Royalty from the way they were molded and the grace given to their names.
Names she was quickly learning and assimilating into memory because this was new information. Every statue had its different pose, and their eyes were all red and had to have been molded with red sand.
’ Duchess Abelia, Special Vampire, About three hundred years back, Element of Sand, ’
’ Princess Sylvia, Mighty Sorceress, A few months to go, Call of the dead, ’
’ Williams, The librarian, a few months to go, Unknown,’
The words were written in that manner on each and every tomb Raziah read as much as she could while sinking in the faces molded on the statues to her memories, till she got to a face that she recognized. That silky and curly black hair, those inky depths that held mysteries that could fill thousands of pages and that surreal handsome face of his had her taking a step back as her breath got caught in her throat.
Raziah was deeply confused, because the man in front of her was none other than her husband...and he was definitely alive so why the hell does he has a grave and tomb?! Raziah immediately felt so weak to the bones that she almost fell on her knees, and now she was too afraid to look down and read what was written on his tomb.
Gathering as much courage and strength as she could muster up, she blinked several times as her gaze moved down his huge frame in front of her... and stared at what was imprinted on his tomb.
’ Aragon Odysseus, Unknown, Unknown, Unknown,’
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