The Cemetary, to few it was a place of sorrow, to others it was a place of attempted thievery from the dead and to the Majority....Well, Kreig didn't know what the Majority thought. To him this sad sorrowful place was the opposite of its description, it was a joyful place for those who have shed their corporeal flesh 'To begin a new' Some would say those who celebrated the day of a person's death is a cruel being, but to a follower of Dira, Which Kreig happens to be, its not such a cruel thing
The Dust Bed, as the cemetary was known, had many disorganized graves in one part , while nearly empty in another. Anyone who came for the rare visit to a loved ones grave would have found it very difficult to navigate the disorganized part of the Cemetery 'Not me' Kreig thought as he held a boutique of flowers, indeed, Kreig wasn't the type to visit his mother's grave rarely, he treated such visits as if she were alive.
After navigating through the mess of graves he approached the markless one that was his mother's "Hey mom, happy death-day" He said with a smile as he put the flowers on her grave " I don't know if your here though..... Can't say if you crossed over or linger still in this place. I'm doing well if your wondering" He said crouching " Still doing what I do best.....yeah, I know you don't like it when I fight but hey.....its keeping me alive, right?" He said, imagining her words " I still wished I could have buried you next to dad, but with the mess the grave yard is , its impossible to tell where he is.....Kinda wished we visited him while you were alive"
As the cold wind blew threw graveyard, Kreig couldn't help but shudder as he grasped his jacket tighter "Sheesh mom, not trying to sound insensitive but couldn't you have died in Spring or fall?" He said, soon after he chuckle as he imagined her voice giving him a nitpicking. It was one of the few days Kreig stopped doing his usual activities or any form of work, for him it was truly a day of relaxation....Nothing could ruin this day for him.
The Dust Bed, as the cemetary was known, had many disorganized graves in one part , while nearly empty in another. Anyone who came for the rare visit to a loved ones grave would have found it very difficult to navigate the disorganized part of the Cemetery 'Not me' Kreig thought as he held a boutique of flowers, indeed, Kreig wasn't the type to visit his mother's grave rarely, he treated such visits as if she were alive.
After navigating through the mess of graves he approached the markless one that was his mother's "Hey mom, happy death-day" He said with a smile as he put the flowers on her grave " I don't know if your here though..... Can't say if you crossed over or linger still in this place. I'm doing well if your wondering" He said crouching " Still doing what I do best.....yeah, I know you don't like it when I fight but hey.....its keeping me alive, right?" He said, imagining her words " I still wished I could have buried you next to dad, but with the mess the grave yard is , its impossible to tell where he is.....Kinda wished we visited him while you were alive"
As the cold wind blew threw graveyard, Kreig couldn't help but shudder as he grasped his jacket tighter "Sheesh mom, not trying to sound insensitive but couldn't you have died in Spring or fall?" He said, soon after he chuckle as he imagined her voice giving him a nitpicking. It was one of the few days Kreig stopped doing his usual activities or any form of work, for him it was truly a day of relaxation....Nothing could ruin this day for him.
