Darkness.
It feels like I am late.
The morning should be past, some part of my brain tells me.
So why did I not awake until now? Should I just go back to sleep? No, I am not that lazy!
I slowly open my eyes. Where am I? This do not look like home. Black stone above me and I seem to be lying in a crate. Did we drink yesterday? But I got no headache.
I feel strange, like I should be cold, but I am not. I feel heavy, yet lighter than normally. I feel awake, yet dreamy. What is going on here?
I sit up slowly. I can see more of the room now. All of it seem to be in this black stone. There is a table next to me, simple, wooden table. I look closer and see that there is a note. The room is dark, really dark, yet I got no problems seeing.
Something is not right.
The thought strikes me as I reaches out for the piece of paper. I seem to be wearing a long-sleeved shirt. My hands are covered by gloves. I get a hold of the letter, but I need to think.
Everything is hazy. My memory does not work. What happened and why am I here? Maybe the letter hold the answer.
I pull it back to me and look down. It is in Common, and easily written. Despite the gloom I can see it all perfectly. I recognizes the handwriting, I am sure of it! But from where? Guess I just read it.
Dear Sister,
Do not be alarmed. This all got a perfect explaination. I realize this must be unpleasant for you but there was no better way to introduce you. Just remember that a new life and a new chance is something you must value and grasp. Much changes over time, but remember that in the core, most is the same. I will soon be there to meet you, there is so much to tell you! Yours sincerely
your Brother.
And it ends with a sigil, a purple eye. While the letter just confuses me more, I know who wrote it. The handwriting is indeed yours, Brother. But something is wrong.
My brother was reported dead, fallen in a great battle. I remember that now. It was just a few days before- before the dead reached the farm.
Shock. More confusion.
I almost jolt forward, rolling across the floor. Before I know it I am up on my feet, perfectly balanced in a way I cannot remember I ever been before.
The dead! They reached the farm. They swarmed the defences father and the farmhands put up. They hunted us into the house. I remember hiding in my room when one of the corpses found me and-
And killed me.
I am sure that I could not have gotten out alive. There was no way out. I recall pain, then it all goes blank. I slowly looks towards the box I was in, already sure on what I will see. I am right. A coffin, with a few burn-marks. Oddly clean for being a holding unit for those that passed away.
I do not know what to think. Somehow my mind is still not consumed by panic.
This room is a crypt.