Snippet #1564669

Evania sat there staring at Amelia, gauging her reaction and wondering why she'd been so open. "I very much doubt someone like you could be forgotten. As for finding answers, I am always glad to help...you helped me after all." Accepting the article, she folded it neatly and set it on the table. "1,680..." Taking a deep breath, she continued hesitantly. "1,680 years old, and I don't think I've ever told anyone this. When I was... young, I suppose, I lived in a quiet willage in Greece. As you can find in historical record, the village was attacked as part of a war. My Mother, brother and I made it out, but my Mother died in childbirth and the baby along with her. Nikolas and I fled to a remote woods, where we met a young man by the name of Thomas. We spent quiet a while living with the mysterious man, over a year in fact, and I feel confidant in saying that we fell in love. Then I woke up one morning in the middle of the forest, and they were both gone. They'd dissapeared completely, leaving me without a clue, although I'm quite sure they survived. I wandered 'round the wood for several days, were I apparently poisoned myself, and died in a river." Her mind drifted back to her earlier conversation with Agony, and she laughed nervously. "Hence the zombie." Staring into Amelia's eyes, Evania grabbed the article and smoothed it out on her lap. "I still don't know what happened that day, or whether they live to this day. That's why I cannot give it up. Every once in a while, I'll find something curious. A recording, a story, a picture... the article of an old newspaper. Usually... it never leads anywhere. And maybe I'm being foolish, but this one feels different. Real."

"What do you think?"