Despite Carson's very-obvious movements, Kyrell never realized us following her, or even if she noticed she never showed any sign of it.

How in the world did I end up here?

Yeah, following my non-human best friend into the graveyard.

But a "lost possessed princess" according to Carson.

'Looks like the boy has watched too many Disney movies' I had thought earlier when he told me in his stupid secret coded language.

Yet the weirdest part: I was being accompanied by two handsome but the most idiot people there ever existed. I had to pull Carson all along on my own, reminding him to shut up consistently, since Carson became his real self and Dean didn't even bother to look behind, except muttering 'Trash' and rolling his green eyes on the little-piece-of-technology.

'Does he ever give a shit about anything?' my mind wondered.

Kyrell turned in a corner, where the street ended to a forest. Instantly the weather changed with the environment. Lesser wind, more coldness. So damp that I felt water dripping out my clothes. Maybe I even am sweating? I shivered in my skin, inhaling the scent of woods.

"Dude, you gotta be kidding me! We're in a bloody graveyard?" Carson shivered even more than me, whisper-shouting.

A flickering sound, made me jump in my place, I glanced behind me to spot Dean standing on one foot, inhaling a cigarette. He closed his eyes, grinning like crazy.

"What the –"I hissed.

"As insane, I love you, man!" Carson stole the cigarette from his hand, flipping it between his fingers. The smoke out of his mouth made me cough. He giggled, winking at me. "Never tried, huh?" He brought the cigarette in my face, urging me to take it.

 I shook my head.

What was wrong with these people, one moment Carson was freaking behind, another he was giggling and flirting as if the world is his. More important things to take care of like where Kyrell was right now.

"We've lost her!" My eyes went round, annoyed at them, and myself that had forgotten the whole mission.

"Her?" Carson raised an eyebrow, and then coughed; the cigarette fell on the ground out of his mouth. At least he remembered.

"That was the last one!" Dean pointed to the burning piece of whatever-was-in-the-paper, crushing it under his foot.

"This place is ultra-huge we need to split to find her. " I looked around, "It's going to be 12 soon enough."

"This whole idea is insane, I've lost my dear sleep because of your stupid mid-night Disney adventures!" Dean's eyes rolled automatically, I wondered if his eyes had the capacity of rolling one thousand times a day. The boy rolled his eyes every minute. On the other hand, Carson had been cowering in a corner since he had been reminded of her.

"Come on, you two! We started this together, we will finish it together. It wasn't my idea to stalk her!" I punched both of their arms. "Why are you, such cowards?!" I wondered aloud.

"Whatever," Carson laid his hand in front of his face.

"I'll go this way," Dean gestured to the left, where the trees were fresher and the graves newer.

"Then right's mine" 

That left Carson and the middle pathway, I was about to walk to my whatever-destination when Carson grumbled. "Why am I supposed to go to the scariest!" he complained, but none of us gave him a second glance before heading in our ways.

"He was hot. Write it on my tombstone." He stammered behind my back.

The gravestones were all broken and crumbled, and the trees stood high and graceful, old yet fresh and breathing. I had chosen the oldest part. Who's on the earth bodies was I stepping on? Probably centuries-old people.

The branches were wrapped around the stones and tangled into each other, completely covering the sky ahead of me, the trees were all bent on one another as if observing any movement under them. I wondered about all of the things they had seen during their lifetime. Different people with different races, shapes, and languages had been coming here and burying their loved ones. Or the criminals, who hadn't had anyone to be present for them on their tombs. When they were eternally sleeping under loads of soil. All the secrets people never discovered, the voice of laughter of the revengers, the moaning of the lonely, the tears of the left ones, the grumbling of the guilty, the freedom of the souls.

Or were they freed and relieved, though?

A special tomb absorbed my attention; the stone had stood still and in one piece. I approached it, gradually; assuming I wouldn't trip over a plant and face-fall in the dirt.
Was it glowing? Or had I gone insane? No idea which was true, but the grave was glowing, real or not!
I sat on the grave as I started floating in the warmness, coming from inside of me. Pushing the plants that had been growing on it for years away, I cleaned it from any dirt; not knowing the grave was the real dirt.
I started reading:

May she sleep in the darkness of night,

In the lack of light,
May she glows bright,
For God is always right,But she lost the fight. And may she reborn;To revenge the torn.

The poem flowed through my tongue, with a familiar rhythm. A rhythm I heard every night of my life since mom had left. When dad was asleep and drunk, his voice filled the house, singing the same verses. Now that I thought; on that night, when I had seen Kyrell transform. When she had gripped my hand, she had hissed the same thing in my brain. She had paralyzed me with the same verses.

Eagerly, I kept reading:

R.O.D: Adalfarus Battle

D.O.B: May 3, 1494D.O.D: Nov 21, 1510

But this wasn't right, because the grave was so ancient, and the people at that time didn't use short forms. Instinctively, anger burned through me, without any right reason. I just was, and deep down I knew why, but I didn't know how or why. Reason of death...

Which the next words a new taste spread all over me. I hadn't tasted such a thing ever, but I knew what it was. It was the exact opposite of what I had tasted when I called Kyrell a human being.

It was the truth.

Name: Amaya Frost

I smiled.