A hand against a gravestone. Roses in the other. Enigma finally felt like he could rest, and the first thing he would do would be to visit his beloved wife's grave. Next would be his little gems. The 5 would all be teenagers if the whole thing didn't happen. But alas, all was not fair in love and war. He gently placed the roses onto the earth at the base of the engraved stone. "May the Sisters watch over you until we meet again," he said softly, his voice a bit gravelly from lack of use. He then stood up with a deep breath with intent to visit his daughters.
It was all for naught because as he stood up, he was met with a new landscape. Wasn't too much of a difference, but it was different all the same. He was no longer in the massive graveyard his family and friends lay. A group of people seemed to be gathering, so he might as well head on over, see what he could learn. Usually, when something like this happened the gods were involved. "May the Sisters watch over me..." he exhaled, dragging his shovel behind him.
They called themselves Northsomethingers. Not a place he had heard of before. He was really curious about what was happening now.
It was all for naught because as he stood up, he was met with a new landscape. Wasn't too much of a difference, but it was different all the same. He was no longer in the massive graveyard his family and friends lay. A group of people seemed to be gathering, so he might as well head on over, see what he could learn. Usually, when something like this happened the gods were involved. "May the Sisters watch over me..." he exhaled, dragging his shovel behind him.
They called themselves Northsomethingers. Not a place he had heard of before. He was really curious about what was happening now.
