ϩylvia Ƞightingale
ϺɑȿϮєʀ Ƞєȼʀσɱɑɳȼєʀ
Sylvia yawned and stretched. She was curled around one of her favorite skeleton, bones of a man that had died not too long ago: 300 years to be exact. He was her favorite because his bones shined beautifully (even after being in the ground for 300 years) and was strongly built. Sylvia stood up, careful to not bump the bones, and fixed her hair. It was a mess, the usual mess, but that was just because of her newest dream that she was getting all "preppy". Sylvia knew that she would have to look nice because today was the day she would meet the others. Ah yes, the others from her past life. She grinned at herself in the puddle, or mirror as she called it. The metal chains (not jewelry, chains) clinked as she fixed them and smoothed out her clothes.
Sylvia, living with bones and dirt and other things for a LONG LONG time, didn't care what she looked like when she was at home. This was the first time she would ever leave a graveyard for a while, so she decided to bring a friend. Poking around her pile of bones, she picked up an arm. Pulling on it, a whole, intact skeleton came out. She grinned and drew her one finger over the skull. The bones glowed for a moment before she let go. The skeleton caught itself with its boney hands and stood up. Sylvia smiled. "All right, Skell. We are going on a trip today, " she spoke to the bones that only reached her chest. "Yes, ma'am." Skell said, cracking its jaw. "Don't break your mouth," Sylvia said before turning around and walking away. Skell came after her.
Sylvia and her skeleton reached a castle. With her pants with lots of holes, her dress coming almost to her ankles which was slightly ripped on the sides, chains on her neck, tattered, dirty gloves, messy hair with bones holding it up, and no shoes, Sylvia looked like she had just climbed out of a graveyard. Ha ha; she WAS from the graveyard. Skell came to her side and looked up at the castle with his empty holes. She yawned. "Well, we're here." Walking up to the huge doors, the Necromancer opened them up with a screech. Talk about announcing her presence. Sylvia wandered up the stairs. Even once and a while, Skell would trip, so the girl picked him up by the spine and carried him the rest of the way. They reached a room and saw another person there. He looked strangely familiar. Sylvia shrugged and dropped Skell who landed on the stone steps with a boney crack.