• Jean had no great skill with her katana, but a slash was all it took to destroy a ripaway spirit, she sliced every one she came across in half, but her mindless revenge got her nowhere, several more appeared every time she defeated one. Jean threw her katana down in frustration, she stamped and sweared as the katana hit the ground with a stiff clang.
    Jean sat down and stared at the katana, on a closer inspection, the guard had a design of skulls with blood dripping down their eyes, surrounded by thorny vines, the handle was red and white, in the white spaces between the red cloth wrapped around the handle, were the same skulls. When shook, something inside the handle rattled lightly. Jean jiggled the cap on the end of the handle, which then came off. Inside the handle was a piece of paper, the paper looked untouched and crisp, but very yellow and aged.
    Jean took the paper out, roughly and disrespectively, despite the fact it looked like it would turn to dust at the touch. She unrolled the paper and read a poem written on it.
    "By Blood and Bone,
    we lived and died.
    By fire and steel,
    a sword is made.
    By war and rage,
    a sword can kill.
    By life and death,
    a sword can raise.
    By goblet and grave,
    secrets are undone.
    By Blood and Bone,
    we died and live."
    "Great goth poem, useless piece of paper." Jean crumpled up the paper and tossed it over her shoulder, and put her chin in her hand, pondering what to do next.
    "My poor, poor child." A chilling, resounding female voice said. Jean shot up and held her katana threateningly. No one was there. Black feathers started falling from the sky, the wind swirled them into one spot, in a flurry of wind and feathers, a human mass started forming, the form was completely formed of the black feathers, its arms flung out to the sides, and black crows flew off, revealing a pale woman, with messy, short black hair, a black gown, and giant black crow wings.
    "What do you want, old crow?"
    "My name is Craynun-" Craynun's eyes went down to Jean's katana, her eye twitched as she glared, but then she regained her composure.
    "What is it crawdad? Get out of my sight or I'll cut your pretty little wings off."
    Craynun laughed, a loud pompous laugh.
    "That wouldn't be too hard with your condition." Craynun said, moving into Jean's blind side.
    "On second thought, I like you where I can keep an eye on you, now what do you want?"
    "I just want to help you, my dear child."
    "Ok, destroy every ripaway spirit and give me my life back."
    "I'm sorry, but I can't do that, but I know someone who can tell you how." Craynun said, trying to sound subtle, but obviously rushing towards something.
    "If you say Kergo, I swear I'll chop your head off, right here and now."
    "No, my dear child, Kergo thought you'd figure it out yourself, but it turns out you couldn't. Kergo knows everything about the past, but nothing about this new dark magic, there are two, who steeped themselves so much in dark magic, only they could know."
    "How do I know it wasn't just you and some other spirit, or just those two who did it in the first place."
    "No, my dear child, these two were humans, husband and wife, who wanted to live forever, to know everything, to spend eternity with each other, they got everything they wanted, but at the price of a living death."
    "All right already, who the hell are they?"
    "Blood, and Bone."
    "All right, what do I have to do?"
    "Just acompany me to the graveyard." Craynun waved her hand, and a black portal appeard in the air, she walked in, and was followed by Jean.
    On the other side of the portal, was a massive graveyard, in the center was a large throne, with the same skull design as Jean's katana. Jean felt stronger here, her katana felt lighter, despite the fact it was a dreary graveyard, she felt better than ever.
    "Stay close to your katana, never let go of it here."
    "Ok, what do I do?"
    "You must put a drop of blood on every grave here, save the throne for last."
    Jean looked at the setting sun, took a deep breath, and set to putting a drop of blood on every grave. She cut one finger with her katana, and dripped it on each grave, till it ran out of blood, then switched to the next. The graveyard was massive, she was only a fourth way through, and it was night time. Her fingers were sore, but she kept on moving along, making sure she didn't miss any graves. The sun was rising in the sky by the time she was nearing the last grave, her fingers shook with pain, she was cold and uncomfortable, and when she had finished the last grave, she glared over at Craynun, who simply wandered around the graveyard, paying no attention to Jean.
    The ground started to shake, when the last drop of blood hit the final grave, Jean looked over to the throne, thorny vines grew out of the ground, and wrapped themselves around the throne. Each vine carried a bone, the vines eventually assembled a skeleton, with a crown of thorns, and a goblet was placed next to the skeleton. The skeleton looked as if it had been drinking something when it died.
    Craynun still payed Jean no attention, when she ran up to the throne. She looked at the goblet and skeleton, the goblet was filled with blood, she took the goblet and put it in the skeletons hand, the blood flowed down the skeleton, the skeleton began to move, drinking deeply from the goblet. A female and male voice began speaking from the skeleton at once.
    "You awaken Blood and Bone without proper tribute."
    "Wait a minute-" Jean started.
    "I said EVERY grave you idiot!" Craynun screamed, realizing what was going on.
    "Your doom is upon you." A scythe appeared in Blood and Bone's hand.

    To be continued...