The Resurrected

Chapter 002

Evelyn's POV

Beep. Beep.

The alarm read 8:00 pm. It was time. The time I met everyone in this house. Oh and also the time I finally eat. I went downstairs and was greeted with delicious scents. The dinning was nicely set with dishes of roasted chicken, fresh mashed potato, freshly boiled rice with rare cooked meat and a loaf of fresh bread. The aura was amazing with all the delicious smells of the food. As I walked into the dinning area, the family sat around the table. The Lincoln family. An elderly lady in her early 40s was sitting in one end of the table. She had blonde hair similar to Grace's. Mrs. Lincoln, I guess. She was wearing a fancy green dress, her hair in a neat bun. Besides her on the left sat Grace in a lovely pink skirt, her hair tied into a ponytail. At the right of Mrs. Lincoln sat a boy, Asher. He wore a suit with a bow tie. He had white-blonde hair neatly styled. His skin was paler than the rest of us and his eyes were a really light shade of blue, almost grey, similar to Mrs. Lincoln. Besides Asher sat a man almost the same age as Mrs. Lincoln. He had pitch black hair and wore glasses. He was wearing a buttoned white shirt tucked in brown pants. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. Either he's Mr. Roman or Mr. Lincoln. And finally a young pretty lady. She was Asian, more specifically Korean. Mrs. Kim. Her black hair tied into a pony tail, greenish yellow eyes and flawless skin. She was perfect, every man's dream and every girl would die to be like her. As I observed everyone standing in the entrance, someone broke the train of my thoughts. "Ah, Ms. Avery! Please do join us!" Mrs. Lincoln said in her soft yet bright voice. I quietly walked towards the table, everyone looking at me, smiling. "Oh Ms. Evelyn. Do sit with me!" Mary said. "Sure." I smiled and sat with Mary. "Let's pray and start our first feats with Ms. Avery!" Mrs. Lincoln said. Everyone started filling up their plates and munching on their foods. "So, Ms. Avery-" "Please, it's Evelyn." I interrupted Mrs. Lincoln. She smiled "Evelyn. This is Aera Kim. She does majority of the work. Including gardening. Oh how wonderful she is! I'm sure you will get along well!" She clapped. Ms. Kim nodded towards me. "This there is Roman. Isaac Roman. He's the cook." "I really like your cooking. It's delicious." I said. "Thank you, Ms. Scar-" I opened my mouth but before I could say anything he said "Evelyn." I smiled and nodded. "And here is my elder son. Asher, his name is. I'm sure you and Asher will be wonderful friends and age fellows. Isn't that right Asher?" Mrs. Lincoln said/asked. "Yes, mother." He said in a blank, monotone way. "And you've already met Grace. She's a wonderful kind." I smiled and chuckled and definitely noticed the awkward aura between Asher and his mom. I'm guessing they don't get along that good. "I'm Vanessa Lincoln." "Nice meeting you all." I passed a smile to everyone. The rest of the feast, or dinner, went on with everyone telling a little about themselves and about the house. They told me about the garden and the statues, which by the way I didn't notice were there, and what they meant. It was an interesting story. We laughed and talked and joked and ended up in the living room. A huge room decorated with paintings and antiques. There was a fire place and comfortable sofas. We were all gathered around the fire place with the fire burning brightly and being the only source of light. I had a feeling that it was time that I would finally get my answers and boy was I right.

              "Look, Evelyn, we've been expecting you." Mrs. Lincoln said. "W-what does that mean?" I asked unsure and confused. "Well, you see, when someone dies-" "Am I?" I couldn't hold the questions back anymore. Mrs. Lincoln sighed that said 'This is going to be a long night'

"Yes, Evelyn, you are dead. I know how hard it is. But, don't you remember?"

"Remember what?"

"How you died?"

"No."

There was a silence.

"Well it's okay because usually some mortuus remember how they died after 3 days."

"Mortuus?"

"It's a Latin word for death. We use this term for ourselves."

"Oh."

"Anyways, when a mortuus comes to this world, usually their family comes to pick them up and they live with there dead relatives. But, in your case, you don't have a dead relative-"

"Wait, h-how did you know that?"

"Her tells us."

"Her?"

"Oh this is gonna be a long night." Grace chipped in. "Grace! What have I told you when two adults are talking?" "Sorry, mom." Mrs. Lincoln sighs. "Let's start from the basics."

  'The world of the dead is not only about Heaven and Hell. In reality, there is another place in between the both. It is called the Moonsville. Every good Mortuus first enters Moonsville and spends 50 years in there. After that the good shall enter the heavens. Her The Venus, the leader of the Heavens with the Horse of The Heavens as the Keeper, the horse's job is to keep the bad away from the heavens. Every bad Mortuus who has sinned shall not enter Moonsville and shall rot in hell. Him the Hades, the leader of Hell with the Hound Of The Hell as the Keeper.'

"So, Hades and Venus are real?" "Oh no, that's myth. The Mortuus just named them Hades and Venus. Most of the time we use Her and Him." I made an o with my mouth. "So. Mrs. Lincoln. Is there.... anyway.... any possible way... that someone had EVER escaped-" "Oh no! Don't even think about it! It have never happened before and it's better if it stays like this!" Mrs. Lincoln snapped. It almost sounded like she was.... scared. I looked at Asher who was staring at me when I asked that question. He had a.... weird expression on his face. Almost unreadable. It felt like he... knew something.... and was keeping it away from me. But what? I shrugged off the question, for now. But something told me there was more to that. "Now shall we continue to the rules." Mrs. Lincoln said. I nodded. "Rule number one. Never ever talk to the grounders." "The what?" "Alive people up in the grounds." "Wait you can talk to them?" "Yes, in the morning. They can see you and hear you if you want them to, but you must not! No matter how much you want to. You must not." She sounded scary so all I did was nod. "Ok next and final rule, there are some.... restricted areas that you need to not ask about. You should just stay with in the borders. There are yellow mark on the ground around Moonsville that you should not cross. Well if you ask me, don't leave the mansion for unnecessary things." "That's it?" "Yes. That is it." "So all I need to do is don't cross the borders and don't talk to the living." "Yes. It is simple." Mrs. Lincoln gave a satisfying smile. "Oh and one rule of the house." "Yes?" "You see the lock room?" She pointed towards the room that was locked, the one Grace showed. "Yes?" "Don't EVER go in there. EVER. Well, one, you won't ever find the key but don't ever go in there. Understood?" "Yes, Mrs. Lincoln. But one last question?" I asked. "Yes sure go on." Mrs. Lincoln smiled. "Why ammi living here and how is my room here? Not trying to be rude but, I don't even know all of you" "Like I said, you don't have any dead relatives that you are aware of, in that circumstances, a family is.... given or assigned to take care of the Mortuus. There is no specific reason on why one is assigned to which family, only Her knows the answer to that and she do what she thinks is right. Also, your room that you left before you died kind of.... Copies here? Or teleports. I don't know the right usage of words here but Underdtood?" "Underdtood." For some reason, the thought that I don't have a real family was depressing. "Very well, Evelyn. With this we shall end our questionings. You should all take some rest. I'll be in my room if you need me. Evelyn, if you'd be kind enough to tuck Grace in for tonight?" "Sure, Mrs. Lincoln." I said. "Very well. Good night everyone."

            And there I was, lying in my room in someone else's house. I had a lot of questions. What is up with Asher? Maybe I should try to talk to him and find out something? Are they hiding something? What if someone HAS escaped before? What restricted areas? Why are they restricted? The story just felt so.... incomplete. Will I get my memory back? If I can talk to the living, why is it restricted? So many questions but no answers. My mind raised with endless thoughts. But I think these answers are enough for today, a part of me said. Then another question popped in my mind. "What IS in that room?" For some reason, the room attracted me, like a magnet. I wanted to go in there more and more I think of it. What will happen if I DO go in? What will I find? Now that I think of it, I wanted to do everything that is 'restricted'. 'Tomorrow. I'll look for answers.' A voice said in my head. 'But why don't we wait for three days to see if our memories are back?' Oh god, this is killing me now. Why don't I sleep, tonight. That's a good idea. I sighed and rolled over. In a single night I got to know I was dead. I got to know things that I never thought would exist, exists. And yet, something still felt incomplete. And no it's not only MY story. It's the story of this world, and it is KILLING me. Maybe, for now, I should sleep. And with that, I did.

"There is a way to escape, Eve."