6.1 : Dave the grave

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Destiny is on her knees in front of three strange graves. They are strange because the soil are loose on top, and yet the wooden grave marker seems old. There are vampires in these parts, ghosts in these parts, deadly snakes in these parts, what dark secrets could be hidden in these graves?

“Should I?” Destiny asks Watch.

“Since when do you care what I think?”

“Come on, don’t be like that. I do care what you think. So, should I?”

“Not unless you are mad,” Watch replies in his squeaky voice.

Destiny readies a hand in a shovel-like form, the tips of her fingers touching the damp soil.

“What if there are children trapped in here? After everything we’ve seen in the windmill, don’t you think these could be the very graves those old witches use to hide children? I feel so awful for liking those pies... I ate children. Children! If we couldn’t save those two left back in the house, maybe we could save these ones.”

“Ok, you are mad. Why would anyone hide live children in graves? Besides, those pies tasted great, who cares if they were made with children?”

“I DO!” With that, Destiny plunges her arm into the soil. It is remarkably loose, as if it’s only been recently dug. Very quickly her hand touches something.

“I feel it! A leg I think. Quite small, must be the children! Watch, quickly, come help me. And where are Serenity and Hoskgak? Did they just walk on without us? Oh, it’s moving! They’re...”

“Alive!” is what Destiny would say if she didn't get punched in the face by a fist flying out from beneath the soil, a rather skeletal fist belonging to, let’s call him Dave... who is a very much NOT alive, NOT a child and NOTHING to do with pies.

If Destiny had time to reflect on the situation, she might say Dave looked rather like a zombie. Though right now, Destiny is too busy tumbling backwards to give Dave’s appearance further analysis beyond the feeling that this creature, whatever it is, should be called “Dave” in her journal.

Watch, observing her thoughts through their telepathic link, facepalms. She IS mad.

“Serenity! Hoskgak! Destiny is in trouble. AGAIN!”

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