Dante knew it was that time of the year again, time to visit his mother's grave.
As he drew nearer to the church, with a bouquet of flowers per usual, he never forgot to bring them.
As he sat himself down in one of the benches he recited the prayer his mother once told him when he was little.
"And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti."
After he recited the prayer, a ghoslty figure of his mother appeared.
*So, you've come again, your always at here the same time every year*
I know, must be a habit, anyway, I need to talk... it's..it's getting harder and harder to live on, somedays I feel like just joining you early, but I know it won't work in the end.
*Why would you, everyone seems nice enough here*
I realize that, but...*he trails off*
*What?*
Never mind, it's nothing. I wouldn't say anything anyway.
Well, i have to work, see you next year.
*Bye Dante*
Yep.
*Dante's head was getting more strained with every step*
*As he was walking out something hit him, like a ghost, cold and frightening*
*Dante attempted to fight it, but being off-guard, he fell unconcious*
