Wicked Dreadroot

[Kina]

A creaking sound broke the silence of the errie cemetary atmosphere as Kina opened the rusty gate. As he entered, a cold breeze wafted through, blowing the grass around, tickling his feet. Kina stifled a laugh as he crept on. An ominous feeling built up as he wandered deeper into the cemetary, as if he wasn't alone.
"Something wicked this way comes.." Kina whispered to himself, shuddering and continuing on his quest through the lonely land of spirits.

[Midna]

Midna was sitting on a tree branch in the cemetery, she wanted to be able to have a little peace and quiet. She heard the gate open and let out a string of profanities, who would have thought that someone would be out in the cemetery at this time.

[Aislin Adair]

Aislin had come from an off direction and as a result did not see the gate, but rather a place to hide behind a fence. she slowly and carefully approached it and began to climb her way over. when she began to go over the top, she lost her balance and fell to the ground with a little cry, inside the cemetery. she groaned a bit and started to crawl away when she realized that her skirt was caught on the fence.

she went to untangle it but was finding it difficult. in the eire and uneasy surroundings, and the exposed outside world so close, she began to panic a bit, not able to free herself from the fence.

[Midna]

Midna had heard a girl cry and sighed again. then she jumped down from the tree and walked over to where she heard the cry. "are you alright?" she had said to the girl that she saw near the fence.

[Kina]

Kina heard voices near. "Who's there?" he whispered softly. After waiting a while for a response, and recieving not any, he continued on his mission. The reason he had come to this creepy, spirit-jacked place.

[Midna]

Midna heard someone whisper, "who's there?" She followed the sound of footsteps and bumped into a boy. "Ooops..." She backed up and put her hand behind her back gripping her knife.

[Kina]

Kina spotted her hand shifting back towards a sort of weapon - a knife, or dagger, perhaps? Kina mimicked the motion, laying his hand to rest on a knife sheath of his own. He did not really want to hurt anyone at the moment - or maybe he did not have enough time to. He quickly turned on his heel and continued to tread through the thick, bushy grasses of the Cemetary. He found it very annoying to continue on like this, and grumbled for the map that had been handed to him from before. The tattered words still hadn't faded enough for Tom to find it invisible; the moonlight helped.

[Midna]

Midna tentivley followed after the boy. "Hey, boy, where are you going?" She sped up and was immediatly walking beside him. She slowly took her hand away from her knife. She looked at the boy as they were walking and noticed he had a map. She looked at it and saw the faded words. "Where does the map lead?" She looked up and stared at him waiting for an answer. Every few minutes she glanced at his hand to see if he had lowered it from his weapon. He had not. She frowned. "Well? Where does it go to?" She asked him again impatiently.