A Rude Awakening or Dead For 41,692 Years!
Sixty-one thousand and twenty-three years since Ansus was founded. Such a thing was impossible unless Pricia had been brought back to the dead or was somehow a time traveler now. She most certainly remembered that it was just nineteen thousand and three hundred and thirty-one years since Ansus was first founded that she had died. That meant she had been dead for forty-one thousand years since she died. How was her body is such peak form? Who brought her to this time? Whoever brought her back would have had to have the power of the Gods but they would never give the power to bring the dead back to a mortal.
”My...my name is Pricia of Bolgaria. Faithful of the Queen of the Wilds, Goethia, and blessed by her with the Mark of the Wild.” Pricia called as she answered the man’s question, well partially answered. The young female stood up and, in doing such, her burial gown fell to pieces to reveal clothing which she had worn when she traveled before she died.
“But, how did ye’ get’ her’ Pric’a?” said the second grave robber. He seemed more at peace knowing her name but seemingly distraught over the fact that a stone coffin lid, which most likely weigh around five hundred pounds, now sat shattered in the corner of the room.
”This is my family’s tomb and my coffin. I.. I am not entirely sure how I even got here.” Pricia said as she rubbed the back of her head, untangling a knot out of her hair in the process. This truly was her tomb, where her ancestors were buried, and obviously where she had been brought to be buried. Her heart called for tears at the thought that she was among all the dead of her family, that she had died even before her Mother and Father, and that she was utterly alone in this world. Who out there was waiting for a woman who died so long ago? Nobdy. Not even the children of her friends during her travels would wait for a person who they knew very well was dead. She felt out of place like a caterpillar in the snow.
“Tha’s not possible!” called the first grave robber as he looked over Pricia. The young woman didn’t look a day over twenty-three, hardly four years younger than when she died. It was almost as if whoever brought her back was looking to bring her back when she was the strongest. Pricia felt tired and hungry though, as if she had abstained from sleeping and eating for weeks.
“O’course it twern’t possible Jim! But it twern’t possible fer such a slim girl to lift tha’ lid ‘ither.” responded the second grave robber as he smacks the first.
“Ow! Ya’ idiot! I’ma not tha’ un’ you shoul’ be hittin’!” the first grave robber, Jimmy, says. “Wait, if this is yer’ family’s tomb, don’t that’ mean were are stealin’ from ya’?” recalls Jimmy as he backs away. His thoughts were obviously towards the belief that Pricia would kill him if this was true.
”This is true dear. But take what you wish. You obviously need the riches of this castle’s treasures more than I do. Take as much as you need, just leave the graves of my parents alone. If I am not to rest in peace, at least they will. Pricia says to the two grave robbers. She was hungry but the two obviously had no skill in hunting nor the money to pay for food so if they didn’t get money they would starve. It was true what Pricia said though. She may have been awoken from her slumber but she would not allow her parents to be disturbed in their sleep. It wasn’t long before the two grave robbers left the tomb to gather more loot from the castle, leaving Pricia alone in her tomb.
The young woman soon felt a tug pulling her outside of the castle, a feeling that she deserved to be dead if she was in this room but not alive. A quick transformation into an eagle allowed Pricia to quickly leave the castle’s rotting interior and fly to the very top of one of the parapets of the walls outside. From there, she could see the forests stretching for several miles on end. They were seemingly without an end. What Pricia could only estimate as fifty miles away was the familiar portion of trees missing from the forest, it was a road. She saw no village nor encampment anywhere but knew there must have been one near by. Pricia worried not though for the wind sweeping through her hair brought her great satisfaction that she only ever really felt when she in the forests. Thus, the young woman of the forest and faithful of Goethia sat atop the crumbling walls of her childhood home and pondered why she was here and what brought her back to this world which would most likely treat her the same as the last time she walked it.
