The night....stars shine bright....and white crystal full moon rose to the sky to show her pale face. Hecate the goddess won't come tonight for the lost souls. Theres nothing at the moment....deadly silence for some reasons...as if would sence something. There a single siluet shown on the edge of the land of the dead....a single cloaked and hooded figure. A pure white dress shone from under the cloal, pure white atlas flkowing so beautyfuly. It's Maria....she steped inside....made her way across this damned land of the deads looking around with her black as night eyes that held a deep sorrow....She seemed to appear as a true angel...beautyful like a goddess among undeads....her aura seemed to glow in a holy way...Her eyes wandered around....searching.....scanning...."Where they might be?" she whispered holding a pure white rose in her hand. " Where are you two, my darlings?" she whispered strolling.She walked and it seemed as if glidding....like hollow ghost...but ever so beautyful.....a strange feeling never leeving her along with sorrow....and hope. Undeads began finaly to creep all around her not daring to encounter her yet..not yet....not now...waiting for a perfect moment like a hunting predators....

Kiesu let out a deep breath of air as he sat on an old inn's deck with a pint of ale. He was mesmerized by the stars and the beautiul moon above. The only thing that was negative that night was the stink of the undead who were at the inn. He gave a chuckle as an undead refreshed his old ale. "Hey, do you ever gte tired of this sight?" He asked the undead kindly. "No, I live forever and it is always a beautiful sight, Kiesu." the undead said with a depp, kind voice as he gazed up at the sky with his old friend Kiesu for a moment until he went back inside to help with the other undead's orders. Although they did not need nourishment they still enjoyed to live life as they always did. He chuckled a bit as he continued to watch to dark clouds covering the moon and then letting it shine through once more.

He let out a chuckle as he finished his ale and went inside where it was active due to the undead but also reeked of their ritting skin. He sat at the bar and the, suprisingly, living barkeep greeted him. A family of humans set up an inn for the undead so they would feel as if they were still living. "Hey Kiesu." The barkeep said as he washed a mug which was coated in undead mucus and skin. "Somebody is losing skin again?" Kiesu asked whith a chuckle. "Since I know that is a rhetorical question I'm not going to answer that." The barkeep said with a laugh. an undead ogre came and sat dwn with two mugs in it's hands, one for each of it's heads. It put it's empty mugs down and leaned over in self torment. "Got into another fight with yourself?" Kiesu asked the two-headed ogre. "We have bever been the same ogre." One head said in angst. "And we shall never be the same Kiesu." the other said. "It's your fault we're like this!" The two heads shouted at him. "Hey, don't blame me if you want to fight me."

Arthur had wanted to come here for a specific reason and that was to see hsi ancestor. Arthur had seen him twice before, the first time he had seen him his ancestor smiled and went on his way. The second there was nod of disappointment and then a frown and he walked away again. Arthur hoped to find out why there was a frown on his ancestors face. He continued to walk and he recognised the faces of some of the dragons he had slain when he was still a dragonslayer. They said," Welcome brother, may we one day dance with death once more". Though dead those dragons were, they were still evil he could sense it but the evil had a lessened state to it so he nodded and said," May we dance with death in the embrace of the mother". The dragons nodded an disappeared.

They would not fight him alive there was no honor in their death if they did that, but when he died he would face all 380 of the souls of the vil dragosn he killed he kenw that for sure, and he looked forward to that day. He saw an inn at the far edge of the land and had wondred why he had never seen i before and he walked to it and noticed several undeads hanging about the place. Arthur entered the tavern and was suprised to see undeads workign the inn as well as live humans running it.

The bartender came up to him and looked him in the eye and smiled and said," Well another live one, and who be you". He was about to answer and an undead spoke up and said," He be Arthur Pendragon barkeep, or as he now goes by Arthru Paendrag Tanreall, he be very feared by my kind, as he hunts us and wipes us out as he woudl a blight". Arthru turned and almost drew his sword at the undead but the bartender put his hand on Arthrus shoulder and said," Nay shadowkiller, we don't allow that here, there dead anyway what harm could they cause". Arthur turned and said," Plenty barkeep, that right there is what remains of a shadowspawn after I get through with it, and shadowspawn are as worse in life as they are in death".

The barkeep shook his head and sighed," I woudl say you were some sort of righteuos paladin, but no those eyes speak diffrently, your just a plain slayer of evil, your a warrior for good, but not a paladin or cleric". Arthur nodded and said," But I keep the balance just the same as they do". The barkeep sighed and said," Take a seat and order a drink or get out". Arthur nodded and went to sit down but noticed some he knew from awhile backand smiled and said," Well Keisu never expected to see you in the land of the dead, heck never expected a place liek this to be here either". He pulled out a chair and asked," Mind if I sit".

Kiesu watched a seemigly human figure get closer in on the inn. He didn't know how to place it but Kiesu felt as if the figure was somebody he may have known. He leaned back on the stool and rubbed his neck as he let out a yawn. He cracked his neck so it would not be stiff and was relieved when Gorsh and Srog, the two-headed ogre, left his side. He chuckled as he leaned to his left a bit and turned when the door to the inn opened. The barkeep hopped over the counter and approached the living man. "Well another live one, and who be you?" The barkeep asked with a smile.

"He be Arthur Pendragon barkeep, or as he now goes by Arthru Paendrag Tanreall, he be very feared by my kind, as he hunts us and wipes us out as he would a blight!" Dorin shouted out as he chugged down the rest of his ale. "Nobody really cares what you think Dorin! The policy here is leave your life at the door, along with your good hygiene" As Kiesu said this the inn broke out in a short flurry of laughter until Arthur responded himself by starting to pull out his blade. "Nay shadowkiller, we don't allow that here, there dead anyway what harm could they cause." The barkeep stopped Arthur from going against the inn.

"Plenty barkeep, that right there is what remains of a shadowspawn after I get through with it, and shadowspawn are as worse in life as they are in death." Arthur responded to the barkeeper. "I would say you were some sort of righteuos paladin, but no those eyes speak diffrently, your just a plain slayer of evil, your a warrior for good, but not a paladin or cleric." "But I keep the balance just the same as they do." Arthur replied, making the inn erupt in another bit of laughter.

The barkeep sighed. "Take a seat and order a drink or get out". He said in an annoyed tone. Arthur nodded and came over to where Kiesu was sitting. "Well Keisu never expected to see you in the land of the dead, heck never expected a place like this to be here either! Mind if I sit." Kiesu chuckled a bit before responding. "Go ahead, just don't send my friends to the afterlife." Kiesu said with a chuckle. "Welcome to Dor'Iba Inn, The house of the wandering dead!" Kiesu exclaimed with a laugh. "Where the only motto is 'leave your life at the door!'" Kiesu sighed and turned his head to Arthur. "So please, leave your profession and hate at the door as well. Just a moment ago one of my old enemies came and sat next to me without forcefully inviting me to join him!"

Arthur smiled and said," Not hate really, just dislike, I have had my share of scraps with undead and well I have alot of enemies in this place so it is better to be safe". He chuckled a little and then said," Yes plenty of enemies in this place but also a few friends". He pointed out a particualr undead and said," That right their is what is left of Nazier Aman, a knight and a friend, he died saving kids from a burning building". He then pointed to another and said," THat right their is Akan Detoya, a Dwarf Warrior he died facing Arkan'Var an evil dragon that I myself killed two days after he died".

He chuckled a little as the ones he pointed out waved at him and Arthru sta back and ordered a drink from the udnead waitress whom he had to say must have looked good in life because she had an erie but beautiful look to her. He then said," If I may ask what are you doing here, surely not visiting dead friends".

Kiesu looked at him akwardly for a moment before responding. "Yeah, that's pretty much why I'm here. More friends than enemies. Like the Grotan family that owns this inn. I'm friends wth them, in fact I helped them to build this place!" Kiesu exlaimed as he threw his arms wide open. He shook his head before taking a swallow of his ale before turning to Arthur. "so... Why are you especially here? Aren't you against everything dark?"

[sorry for shortness, writer's block!!!]

Maria sat on a bench, her angelic aura seemd to glow in the darkness. She watched as few ghosts were flying around...sadly it wasn't the ones she loved and came to visit....a slight sigh escaped her lips as she senced someone behind her. "Long time no see, Maria" a familiar male voice came from behind and she glanced around and nearly froze. "C....Celes?" she trembled some.Not from fear....from a surprise....Celes was a close friend friend of hers.....he noded at her words and smirked slightly." Same as before...but i can't stay for long here.....i'm busy....."Maria noded some and huged him. " I thought you are dead...like everyone else...". Celes shook his head and leaned into whisper to her." You know i am immortal, Maria" he hissed teasingly. Maria smiled some at his words. "Yeah....i remember that.....as everything that we have expierenced, Celes...." she said...." Also i remember that you have killed one of my daughters.." she said more seriously now. "I had no choice.....Ariane hid the fact that she was turned by a vampire.....she lied to me.." he hissed at her and disappeared." She lied because she was afraid afraid of you.....and besides she...." Maria went silent when Celes disappeared and looked around. "..she loved you.." she said now more to herself than to someone else and sighed.

Arthur smiled at the man and said," I came to see my ancestor, his spirit will sometimes reside here, I came to ask him something". He took a drink from his glass and said," You have probably heard of him, King Arthur fpunder of the Knights of The Round Table, I have come to ask his advice, as well as say, I have competed my goal". He tapped the sword at his side and smiled slightly. He then said," I have only seen him twice hopefully the third time will be better than the last, because the last time I saw him there was dissapointment on his face, I hope this time the smile will be back".

Maria sighed some and stood up. "If you darlings not here....then where? "she asked glancing upwards at the crystal white full moon....so pale and ghostly it seemed to her now. Some undead tryed to attack her but she glanced at it with her eyes glowing as same color as the pale moon's light and undead backed away. "Something is wrong tonight.."she sighed as her eyes stops glowing and looks around. "Something...is going to happen....soon"she whispered and steped away from the graves of her beloved ones and heads elsewhere trying to find a way out off there but it's too dark and she can not see a damn thing in there.