((ooc: My first ever attempt at a story, hope you like it))
“I really don’t want to get up today,” thought Eleste as she lay in her open casket inside the old dilapidated church, staring at a hole in the old roof. The air smelt good here. The wooden floor had been torn up and a comforting earthy smell lingered throughout the musty old building.
Ever so slowly, the mid-morning sun moved over the small gap in the tree canopy of the forest and cast a bright shaft of light onto the church floor through the hole. Eleste lay in anticipation as the ray gradually tracked its way towards her resting place.
“Crap,” she mumbled a few minutes later as the light blinded her. With a dusty cough she grasped the sides of the casket with her claw like fingers and began to pull herself up. There was a snapping sound.
“Double crap,” she muttered as one of her nails fell back into the coffin and lost itself in the torn velvety lining. “That’s another nail in my coffin,” she said wryly as she clambered out.
“Bizpit! BIZPIT!” she yelled from the doorway.
There was a rustle of leaves a short distance away, and the little imp appeared from the undergrowth just along the row of trees towards the river that ran through these parts. He was jumping around and beckoning for Eleste to come closer.
“This had better be good Biz,” grumbled Eleste “I’m not in the mood for your mischief today.”
Excitedly, Bizpit pointed through the trees to the waters edge.
“Well, what do we have here?” peering in the direction of the imps frantic gestures.
A human fisherman was sitting on the bank wearing tattered clothes and an odd looking straw hat. It looked like he was getting ready to leave, he had a small knife in his hand and appeared to be scaling and cleaning his catch.
“I wonder if he’d sell me a fish or two for breakfast?” thought Eleste as she checked that she had some copper in her belt pouch. “Only one way to find out I suppose.”
As Eleste began pushing her way through the undergrowth towards the fisherman she thought to herself, “Lord Takumi will be proud when I tell him of my peaceful approach to this pink skin. It’s not much in the way of inter-racial trade relations, but it’s a start!”
Eleste slowly emerged on the other side, her pale, partially rotting flesh displayed in its full glory as the sun shone down. Her eye’s glowing with a depth that suggested she’d seen too much misery in her life, and her un-life. Her hand extended, clutching her copper pieces.
The fisherman looked up from his work and Eleste, making the effort, forced her lips into the unfamiliar smiling position.
“AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!” screamed the fisherman, leaving his catch behind he sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him along the river bank.
“Dang it Biz, what am I doing wrong?”
Bizpit looked up at Eleste, shrugged, and began to start collecting some of the fish together.
“We’d better eat breakfast fast before the pitchfork and torch brigade shows up.”
Biz gave another little shrug and started following his mistress back to the old church. “At least we’ll be in Sun Rock tomorrow,” he squeaked.
((Edit - Sorry about the layout, couldn't figure out how to indent the start of paragraphs, so I spaced them))
Aye, that were a good read. Well written.