He had been kicked out from his stupid poor apartment and now he moved back to the one place no one could take from him. He was sitting on the ground next to the statue of an angel. Behind him stood a small building the size of a large shed.
Just above the door the moss covered building had the name Lanorus carved in it. He had discovered that he still had living relatives in the city or living at one time. He wasn't sure if any were still alive but the point was they had this built for their dead and now it would serve as his home.
Only one thing stood in his way....what would he do about money...it was free to stay here but he didn't want to live in an old monastary for his entire life...he wanted to stay somewhere where he could bring mortals and perfect his skills on the voilin...he sighed heavily looking around.
"Just when you thought death was done with you it drags you back into your grave. You never know when death will call you back and drag you into your eternal home."
He sighed staring up at the moon. How peacful it was to be surrounded by the dead. No voices, no pleas, no cries for death. The mortals never seemed to want to come here but he rather enjoyed living in a place where the dead lived seeing how he was truly dead in a way.
He stood up looking inside of his new home. No light...only dead...what a morbid place and now he had to live in this place. He shifted his weight from foot to foot trying to think of something good that would come of this..but he couldn't. He would have to get rid of his new dog aswell.
"How cold was life to send him back here. Well atleast it's a home...I mean its a roof over my head and a place to hide if someone finds my drinking someones blood. Well I still need to find a place for you to live now don't I." He looked down at the puppy black lab which was sleeping on his feet.
[I][COLOR=red]*Farith saw the boy sitting with his head down. She felt sorry for him. She knew that feeling of having nowhere to go and having nothing. She knew it. She went over silently to the boy and stood over him...*
