Desecrated Graves

[Emellia]

With war on the horizon just like the sun that was kissing the world good night, Holdfast's short lived peace felt like a calm before the storm. An attack could happen at any moment and with the tension running high at the inn, Emellia took in a deep breathe of cold fresh air before she continued to avoid the stale inn air and do her self-imposed duty to tend the fresh graves, decorated with vibrant fallen leaves and gathered plants.

Once she reached them however, she wasn't met with the peaceful state she left them in that previous evening.
Instead, she found herself staring down two empty graves, corpses nowhere to be seen.

Emellia's eyes widened as she staggered backwards, before she turned and frantically sprinted towards the inn.