A Dark, Foggy Night of a Strong Memory

Night is a time to be afraid.

The dark hides many secrets especially the fog.

Not everyone knows if a creature you will see

Is a harmless soul or an embodiment of evil.

I happen to be one of them.

I’m not bothered for I like being alone.

It gives me time to think about life’s secrets.

The small wind keeps me company.

It’s the way I like it.

I visit the tombstone of my late mother.

Her name is carved rather elegantly on it.

She was a kind lady and noblewoman in House Hyphic.

Not a day goes by that I don’t see her face in the mists of my mind.

I still miss her so, but what will she think of me?

That her son, the only surviving member of the House

Is a necromancer that takes pleasure in manipulating the dead

Like marionettes?

If only she knew why I chose that path.

The path to escape a confined life and the danger I could’ve been in.

Hopefully, in the depths of Dage’s Realm, she knows I am still alive.

It was nice to see her tombstone again on a gray night like this.

Maybe for once I am not alone.

Until next time;

-Occavatra