*Continuing from earlier
The man's beard bristled as he spoke
"Ada, Ada my dear. It has been so long."
"Father?" Ada spluttered out, her small childs voice muffled with emotion.
"Ada." The man held out his arms to embrace the child. Fooled Ada ran forward ready to leap into his waiting arms, she flew through the air and landed with a cold, hard, smack on the stone ground.
"I have somebody here to speak to you" he said, his figure wavering.
Ada stood slowly, her dignity lost. The figure walked off, gliding quickly through rocks and over the uneven ground. Ada scuttled after, as she caught up he stopped. And turned to look around. As he did, many of the same smoky figure appeared out the cave walls, slowly crawling forward. Some limped with lack of limbs to lean on, others held their bodies together with the limbs they still had. One was merely a skeleton, held together by his rich clothes: his thick purple robes, his navy tunic and high leather boots with red engravings. Next to him walked a woman, half her face was beautiful: green eyes and dark dark hair. Her olive skin glowing through her weak ashen colour. Her face was ruined, half of it marred. Ripped apart and falling off like someone had mistaken her for beef to be minced.
The last to appear was a man with stubble and a bald head. He had thick bandages wrapped around his neck, unlike the others he walked normally and didn't glide. As he stumbled over a rock Ada remembered why he needed the bandages. His head fell forward straight out the bandages. His hands which were pressed to his stomach darted forward to catch his skull as his bowels fell out his stomach and spilled onto the ground. The man squashed his head back into place and continued to walk, obviously not noticing his leaking organs.
Many dozen figures surrounded Ada. Her heart fluttered like a hummingbird's wings, pressing against her chest, threatening to push itself out of her chest and beat lifeblood into the ghost that surrounded her. Fear stabbed itself into her gut, turning and slicing like an invisible malevolent figure stood before her, twisting the dagger slowly and cruelly as it buried herself in her chest.
A few figures began to talk to her, throwing accusations of their death, questions to the well being of their loved ones and how they died. More joined the mumble until all the ghosts were wailing at her. She had long back started backing away, now she stumbled over something and fell onto her back. Now the figures started getting angry, a few threatened with their fists, gliding forward to tower over her. Among them stood Ada's mother, looking sadly at her fearful daughter “I am sorry my daughter, but you did bring this on yourself. It is your fault we are dead.”
The skeleton merchant lunged at Ada, trying to grab her wrist and pull her up. She flipped herself over and scrambled at the ground, grabbing onto anything that could pull herself up, she had just stumbled onto her feet and began to run, her skirts washed around her legs, catching and clawing at her legs, slowing her down, when she felt a strike in her chest. The force threw her forward, cutting off all movement on her body. She tasty salty blood in her mouth and looked down. The large arrowhead of a crossbow jutted out her chest. In the dead center, where it would have pierced her lungs and broken as many ribs as possible.
Behind her stood the marksman, he slowly lowered his crossbow. A drowned sailor, his light hair plastered to his forehead.
Ada looked on at her killer, her eyes rested on her rotting mother. The pain of betrayal was far more painful than the arrow in her chest. “Our death is your fault Ada, we gave you more mercy than you deserve.” Tears spilled out of Ada's large green eyes “I am sorry mother, I am sorry you are dead. I am sorry” she fell to her knees and sobbed. The mighty Ada Lovelace, known throughout history for uniting and breaking kings. The woman of the people, the Queen of the innocent, now a snivelling infant in the eyes of her dead mother and murdered kinsmen. Men and woman that were her companions, her protectors, and her soldiers throughout time.