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The wind blew over us, creating great ripples in the small pond at the center of this desolate cemetery. Dead leaves on the wide path rustled with the breeze. Most of the graves were unkept, tall grasses surrounding the tombstones. A few scattered graves were at least, kept neat, though the grass was uneven.

"Follow me, Millie," I said to the young woman beside me, who had the blackest black hair and light brown eyes, like mine. Her long hair was tied in a braid. Holding her hand I led her to my mother's grave, passing through the thick bushes. At last, we arrived there, her grave strangely well-kept. There was a fresh bouquet of white roses on her tombstone, and the marble seats didn't seem to possess any quality of being used. I heard a crunching of leaves somewhere near us, but no one was there.

"Dad?" Millie called out. The footsteps stopped, and a figure of a man appeared behind the tree two graves to our left. He had night-black hair, green eyes, and he wore glasses like me. Millie ran toward him, hugging him. The man only smiled. He was, unmistakeably, Vern Night. Our father.

"Oh Dad, I missed you very much..." I heard Millie say. Dad smiled.

"Me too, Millie...Me too."

"How did you know this place, Dad?" I asked, not going any closer.

"I watched your mother's burial from afar. I never knew why she died." I turned away.

"Neither do I." I read my mother's epitaph.

Here lies Raven Valentine, died on the Twelfth of November, year 2016. In loving memory of relatives.

I somehow felt that, everything now is a lie, that my mother never died. I felt a sudden longing for my mother, who I barely knew. But the memories were as clear as yesterday.

"Are you all right, Kira?" Dad asked. I only nodded, pushing aside the hate that I felt for him. "Are you sure?" Again I nodded. He only sighed. "Ok, if you don't want to tell me..."

"Yeah I don't want to tell you," I found myself shouting. "You never and never will know!" I ran away from the tomb, away from them. Away from them who caused my pain. I just want to see her again, to see my mother's smile...childish it may seem, but she was my closest friend, my only sanctuary.

I didn't know how far I had been running, and I didn't care. I had reached the wall, and leaned against it, panting. I looked around, seeing the dead trees and the haunting atmosphere.

There's something wrong.

The air here was colder than the parts Millie and I had walked through, and the graves were...the graves seem the most untidy in the whole cemetery. There was a moment of silence, and then there was growling from beneath the ground.

Just as what I had thought. Demented souls.

Two short swords corporealized from nowhere, one for each hand. But, these corrupted souls were too many for me to exorcise. But I had to risk it. The graveyeard was suddenly clothed in a thick mist, disabling me to see. But I heard a deadly woman's voice speak through the fog.

"Don't try to hurt him or all of you will answer to me." The fog thinned a little, giving me some range of sight. At once I saw demons as small as frogs to those who were twice as big as me mob around a young woman in black standing in their midst. She carried a long curved sword called katana and, surprisingly, in one slash, killed the nearest ring or demons around her. I glimpsed her face-the brown hair, the slight smile-I can't be mistaken.

"Mother?" I called out. She looked at me and smiled. She sheathed her sword and walked toward me. Some of the demons tried to attack her, but they were blasted off in the opposite direction.

"You dare defy me?" She said, turning to them. The demons supressed their cries and sank back to the ground, the mist disappearing with them. I saw her clearly, her brown eyes looking back at mine which looked exactly like hers. I nearly ran toward her, hugging her.

"Oh, Mother, I've missed you...." She looked at me, wiping away the tears on my cheeks.

"I'm sorry to leave you, Kira, but it was not my choice."

"It's just that...I've been like this for years after you died, and-" She put a finger to my lips.

"Hush now, Kira. One day, everything will be back to normal, we'll be as happy as your Father and I had dreamed fifteen years ago." She smiled weakly at me. "Come, we must get back to my grave." In a moment I felt my feet lift off the ground and the scenery blur, and then I went back to my mother's memorial, Dad and Millie sitting on one of the marble benches. Dad stopped abruptly, seeing our mother. He stood up and touched her face.

"Am I...dreaming, Raven? Is this really you?" My mother, Raven, nodded.

"This isn't a dream. I'm still here. Like you." Dad hugged Mother tightly. Millie walked up to me, jerking her head towards our parents.

"Don't worry, Kira...I'll try to be a good sister to you...though I don't really have a clue..." I smiled at her, my little twin. She was just slightly childish and so innocent....

"That's ok, Millie," I said, patting her head like a cat. "I don't believe in perfection anyways-it's just..." I shook my head. "Never mind that." Dad and Mother gestured for us to come near them.

"I promise you, Vern, Kira, Millie," Mother said. "One day, we'll live a normal life, not like this when the four of us are scattered...Just remember, we're still alive, we're still in our proper minds...we're still here."

Description
The wind blew over us, creating great ripples in the small pond at the center of this desolate cemetery. Dead leaves on the wide path rustled with the breeze. Most of the graves were unkept, tall grasses surrounding the tombstones. A few scattered graves were at least, kept neat, though the grass was uneven.

"Follow me, Millie," I said to the young woman beside me, who had the blackest black hair and light brown eyes, like mine. Her long hair was tied in a braid. Holding her hand I led her to my mother's grave, passing through the thick bushes. At last, we arrived there, her grave strangely well-kept. There was a fresh bouquet of white roses on her tombstone, and the marble seats didn't seem to possess any quality of being used. I heard a crunching of leaves somewhere near us, but no one was there.

"Dad?" Millie called out. The footsteps stopped, and a figure of a man appeared behind the tree two graves to our left. He had night-black hair, green eyes, and he wore glasses like me. Millie ran toward him, hugging him. The man only smiled. He was, unmistakeably, Vern Night. Our father.

"Oh Dad, I missed you very much..." I heard Millie say. Dad smiled.

"Me too, Millie...Me too."

"How did you know this place, Dad?" I asked, not going any closer.

"I watched your mother's burial from afar. I never knew why she died." I turned away.

"Neither do I." I read my mother's epitaph.

Here lies Raven Valentine, died on the Twelfth of November, year 2016. In loving memory of relatives.

I somehow felt that, everything now is a lie, that my mother never died. I felt a sudden longing for my mother, who I barely knew. But the memories were as clear as yesterday.

"Are you all right, Kira?" Dad asked. I only nodded, pushing aside the hate that I felt for him. "Are you sure?" Again I nodded. He only sighed. "Ok, if you don't want to tell me..."

"Yeah I don't want to tell you," I found myself shouting. "You never and never will know!" I ran away from the tomb, away from them. Away from them who caused my pain. I just want to see her again, to see my mother's smile...childish it may seem, but she was my closest friend, my only sanctuary.

I didn't know how far I had been running, and I didn't care. I had reached the wall, and leaned against it, panting. I looked around, seeing the dead trees and the haunting atmosphere.

There's something wrong.

The air here was colder than the parts Millie and I had walked through, and the graves were...the graves seem the most untidy in the whole cemetery. There was a moment of silence, and then there was growling from beneath the ground.

Just as what I had thought. Demented souls.

Two short swords corporealized from nowhere, one for each hand. But, these corrupted souls were too many for me to exorcise. But I had to risk it. The graveyeard was suddenly clothed in a thick mist, disabling me to see. But I heard a deadly woman's voice speak through the fog.

"Don't try to hurt him or all of you will answer to me." The fog thinned a little, giving me some range of sight. At once I saw demons as small as frogs to those who were twice as big as me mob around a young woman in black standing in their midst. She carried a long curved sword called katana and, surprisingly, in one slash, killed the nearest ring or demons around her. I glimpsed her face-the brown hair, the slight smile-I can't be mistaken.

"Mother?" I called out. She looked at me and smiled. She sheathed her sword and walked toward me. Some of the demons tried to attack her, but they were blasted off in the opposite direction.

"You dare defy me?" She said, turning to them. The demons supressed their cries and sank back to the ground, the mist disappearing with them. I saw her clearly, her brown eyes looking back at mine which looked exactly like hers. I nearly ran toward her, hugging her.

"Oh, Mother, I've missed you...." She looked at me, wiping away the tears on my cheeks.

"I'm sorry to leave you, Kira, but it was not my choice."

"It's just that...I've been like this for years after you died, and-" She put a finger to my lips.

"Hush now, Kira. One day, everything will be back to normal, we'll be as happy as your Father and I had dreamed fifteen years ago." She smiled weakly at me. "Come, we must get back to my grave." In a moment I felt my feet lift off the ground and the scenery blur, and then I went back to my mother's memorial, Dad and Millie sitting on one of the marble benches. Dad stopped abruptly, seeing our mother. He stood up and touched her face.

"Am I...dreaming, Raven? Is this really you?" My mother, Raven, nodded.

"This isn't a dream. I'm still here. Like you." Dad hugged Mother tightly. Millie walked up to me, jerking her head towards our parents.

"Don't worry, Kira...I'll try to be a good sister to you...though I don't really have a clue..." I smiled at her, my little twin. She was just slightly childish and so innocent....

"That's ok, Millie," I said, patting her head like a cat. "I don't believe in perfection anyways-it's just..." I shook my head. "Never mind that." Dad and Mother gestured for us to come near them.

"I promise you, Vern, Kira, Millie," Mother said. "One day, we'll live a normal life, not like this when the four of us are scattered...Just remember, we're still alive, we're still in our proper minds...we're still here."