Alright Milena here is the mother of all resurrections.
It's a dark, stormy night (isn't it always?) Robed figures approach the beautiful marble grave marker, a final gift from the thousands who mourned her passing.
Among these robed figures was Stef, her sister who has buried herself in grief. Only though the help of her butt kicking incredibly hot archaeologist did Stef and her friends find a way to bring her darling sister back.
They formed a perfect circle, all chatting in a language long sine dead, brought back through the archaeologist's tiresome research. The full moon flooded onto the grave site as a hand reach though the dirt.
Milena was able to pull herself though the dirt, where she was embraced by Stef, tears flooding her eyes.
Milena choked but was able to draw enough breath to utter one sentence "where's my Daniel?"
Good enough Milena? *grins*
It's a dark, stormy night (isn't it always?) Robed figures approach the beautiful marble grave marker, a final gift from the thousands who mourned her passing.
Among these robed figures was Stef, her sister who has buried herself in grief. Only though the help of her butt kicking incredibly hot archaeologist did Stef and her friends find a way to bring her darling sister back.
They formed a perfect circle, all chatting in a language long sine dead, brought back through the archaeologist's tiresome research. The full moon flooded onto the grave site as a hand reach though the dirt.
Milena was able to pull herself though the dirt, where she was embraced by Stef, tears flooding her eyes.
Milena choked but was able to draw enough breath to utter one sentence "where's my Daniel?"
Good enough Milena? *grins*
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