02-25-2019, 02:53 AM
Feizel was in despair as he gazed upon the ashen remains of his estate, which belong to the family for years. Generations of memories and memorabilia erased in a few brief minuets, all because of rash and ill advised actions. This type of thinking, rather unfortunately, was a common trait amongst the familly. This however, would not stop Feizel. Though his despair, he wielded a shovel and dug with devilish determination though the debris and surrounding lands, looking for something. After many exhausting hours, and several strains and sprains, nearly lost hope in his fruitless endeavours. There was one last place that was spared the mercy of his wrathful shovel. His fathers grave. Would Feizel really go as far as to defile his own fathers grave for something that might not even exist, and risk digging up whatever was buttoned with him and any accompanying emotional baggage? He loomed over the tombstone, overlooking the char and started to dig