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- October 31st, 1949
Today was a day that Asparuh had been dreading from the moment in December when he lost his twin brother due to an ignorant battle, rebelling, and finally, someone who was too stubborn to get healed when he was bleeding to death. Asparuh could not believe that he managed to lose his twin brother, the man that he used to battle with - in both aspects. He and Arnost used to really freak people out with the two of them side by side, and the fear that spread was nothing short of amazing. Asparuh was currently in the Zhefarovich crypt, but sectioned off in one of the rooms, and in the glass container, there was Arnost's body. It was perfect preserved for the time being. There was a vast room, where others could sit and pay their respects. Asparuh hated sometimes being this far down into the crypt where others that were honored members were buried. It was restricted, and only those that had access into the Zhefarovich grounds were allowed to descend down this far. The room was enchanted to warm the temperatures down this far under the ground.
It was almost time for others to arrive, and even Kalif was supposed to arrive, granted if he did not have any lessons. All children under the age of seventeen were forbidden from entering down into this deep crypt. Skulls and other bones decorated this place as is from other ancestors dating as back as B.C, at least those of which that have not completely turned to dust. Asparuh stared up at his twin brother, and he frowned lightly, before he rolled his eyes and hissed Bulgarian curses under his voice. Angry, Asparuh was still. He was sorry though, sorry that he did not get to have his revenge against Alphonse whom was already dead. This anger would be around for a while, and Asparuh knew this.
It was almost time for others to arrive, and even Kalif was supposed to arrive, granted if he did not have any lessons. All children under the age of seventeen were forbidden from entering down into this deep crypt. Skulls and other bones decorated this place as is from other ancestors dating as back as B.C, at least those of which that have not completely turned to dust. Asparuh stared up at his twin brother, and he frowned lightly, before he rolled his eyes and hissed Bulgarian curses under his voice. Angry, Asparuh was still. He was sorry though, sorry that he did not get to have his revenge against Alphonse whom was already dead. This anger would be around for a while, and Asparuh knew this.