Possessed, Amnesia and Graveyard
*I am so sorry, I don't want to draw today. Maybe I'll just write out the rest of this Angstober cause' I prefer to write stories rather than bother with gosh darn anatomy. Pardon my writing skills, I'm a little rusty. Also, I’ve changed over from Inktober since...you know, drawing challenges don’t normally translate well into writings. So yeah, that’s that *
A figure, short and petite, with pigtails hanging over her dull pink sweater cardigan, loomed over the grave. She traced the brail engravings on the small stone structure, trying to spell out the name of Maria Elizabeth Calendula. The girl placed herself at the neighbouring grave belonging to her husband, James Forester. The girl sat quietly in between the deceased couple's resting place, imagining them together, holding their daughter tightly in that dim and foggy cemetery.
As she hugged her knees, the girl felt a trickle down her cheeks, like something damp was outlining her chin. Soon, she felt her feelings bundle up and surge through her throat as a sob, then into hiccups, then into loud wails that echoed within the graveyard's hills.
A cold, leaf-rustling wind breezed over. When the fog cleared with the draft, another individual stepped out from the shade. It seemed as though they were a shadow themselves since they didn't make a sound, not a crackle of dried leaves, a nudge of loose dirt or a condensed exhale came from them.
So when they appeared behind Maria's tombstone, the girl didn't even notice them smile widely at her. It was only when they muttered a greeting that they girl shot up from the grassy floor and looked around. She couldn't find the source of the strange sound, though the answer was right in front of her in the form of a tall person with a pitch black cloak covering their facial features. The only other colour than black that they donned was their golden necklace with an eye-shaped pendant and their samely coloured eye. The mysterious new visitor to the cemetery observed the lonely girl calling out "Who's there?" in a quiet and quivering voice whilst not answering her question. They just watched her tremble in her place, controlling her frail knees and rapid breathing.
“How pitiful,” they thought.
The cloaked shadow began to rise. Above the girl. Above the tombstones. Above the lake and its oddly-coloured lilies. They were already hunched over just to view the tiny human. No, they didn't hover or float, they just grew in size and shape too, into some kind of gooey, liquidy form. That form cracked a crazed smile in its head, with goo dripping immensely like saliva. A small sliver of themselves wrapped around the girl like a tentacle-or rather, it grabbed her as a tentacle itself. The girl was shaken by the contact of a slimy foreign object making its way around her, mostly around her neck. she tried to swat away the attacker of personal space but her efforts were futile as she kept missing them. Before she could yell, scream or beg for mercy, it had entered her body. Then her soul. Then her mind.
Lilla shot up from the log she slept on. She breathed heavily, letting inhales in and exhales out way too fast. She felt for then gripped the golden necklace tightly. What was that dream? Who was that person whose name she spelt out? Maria, that was her name, right? Who was she then? Was it her sister? Cousin? Just some person who somehow has her last name? Why did she keep having those random dreams?
"Lilla! What's wrong?!" she heard Monarch scream
"Nothing, nothing. Just another nightmare again" She replied, not facing the raven.
"You keep having those dreams. What is up with them?"
"I don't know. They all seem so strange. There are no connections between them. Like this one, for example. I was in a cemetery, mourning somebody before getting attacked by some tentacle." Monarch looked at her, tilting his head in confusion.
"Definitely different from the last one. Who were you mourning?"
"I think it was a Maria Elizabeth Calendula"
"Calendula, that's your last name! Maybe it's your mother!" The black bird exclaimed
"Maybe. Though, I don't remember my family at all. Not even a Maria Calendula."
"You'll get your memories back one day, Lilla. I promise you"
Lilla stared down at her hand. In her palm, she held that pendant. The golden eye. She wondered what had happened before she ended up in these woods. The enigma of her past still was unsolved. She knew the solutions to her questions would come to her eventually. Until then, however, she closed her eyes and laid back down on the log.