After walking down the path for a minute or so, they came upon the gravestone. Morax could hardly believe his eyes, standing in front of a gravestone with your own name on in a parallel dimension is something that you don't normally see every day. They stood there for a moment in awe and silence. Before Aether could ask, a shadow came from the left, and then all went dark.
They awoke sometime later in a haze. What happened? The grave they were standing next to was dug up, although it was a shallow hole, it was obvious that there never was a coffin nor corpse in the hole. What happened? What was that shadow? Why are we still here breathing? Why is this grave dug up as if someone were looking for something? Questions raced in their minds. Suddenly, somehow, information crept into Morax's mind, as if suppressed until this very moment. 2 feet, behind the gravestone...
Morax sat up, grabbed his spade, and began digging behind the grave frantically. "What are you doing?" Aether inquired. "I'm not sure, I'll find out soon enough." Morax replied. Sure enough, after about 4 feet of digging, he came upon a small box. Within the box, was a small bodkin-like dagger, with a red gem at the bottom of the blade/top of the handle. "What in the world?" Aether asked, "How did you know that was there?" Below the blade in the box, was a small piece of parchment, which had a language he had never seen before written on it. "I'm not too sure myself." he said. He tossed the box back in the hole, put the parchment in his pocket, and put the knife back in it's sheathe. "Seriously, what's going on here?" Aether inquired again. "I told you, I have no idea, I'm just following my instincts." Morax replied as he fastened the blade and sheath to his belt. He grabbed his spade. "Maybe if we head to where our village is supposed to be we might find something out." They walked back up the path to the road, turned left, and continued forward.
Songs referenced: A Lonely Grave in Hidden Lands
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