Enter: Bone and Flesh

The moon crept up upon the world, its silvery fingers stretched out and touched the planet. Darkness descended where light poles did not exist, it was a time of night were many law abiding citizens went to their homes to sleep meaningless dreams, or to contemplate today's events. Humidity drifted across the air, making even a most pleasent breeze unwanted. The graveyard had freshly dug up dirt, a recent funeral.

Star's hid among light polution the huge metropolis emitted, giving the graveyard an eerie touch. One ghost wandered around, however it kept to itself and soon dissappeared amongst the numerous gravestones. The time is 9:38, according to the clock, which could be seen beyond the highest tombstone.



Locks of light brown hair curling around his pale neck, a short bitter man sat at a nearby bench, his face burried in filthy hands. This being of woe, guant and slightly muscular, stared at the ground beneath his feet; lost in thought at his ill fortune of winding up at a graveyard, of all places. No money, no food, no connections, and no place to go the grim reality seemed to worsen as the outcast counted the problems glaring at him.

Just my luck, he thought, just my cursed luck that I would manage to get lost. Lifting his head up he breathed in the smell of decay, as he stared across to the graves infront of him, coughing at the stench of tainted air. Death, this scientist could not handle, atleast for now, but the man in clothes befitting a pauper decided to stay, to listen to the serenity of silence.

Tears did not flowed from Kronsire's eyes, only sweat from pores fell to the damp concrete. Now, with a face filled with determination, the twenty-seven year old walked among the graves; thinking of his past misfortunes.

~Archived~