Challenge #7
I'm going to post this in different places, so forgive me if you see it more than once.
Warning: Not beta-read (yet)
Words: 197
A drabbler on Death Mask
People say ghosts return to their most beloved places to feel alive again. Some others say, ghosts never abandon what was theirs. In Sanctuary, however, things were different. After each Master had died, and his apprentice had taken his place; they would go to Elysium and would enjoy their well-deserved rest
Something Cancer Death Mask did not know about.
Every time his soul took its path to its final destination; his steps would take him back to the House of Cancer. It was strange at first. Then it became painful. Now, it was like being home.
He loved walking around the House, pretending his steps could be heard by everyone. There were no more faces decorating the House. The place seemed dead itself as they faded away in the mists of time. As dead, as he was himself.
This evening Death Mask had been walking inside the Temple. Suddenly, he stopped, looking sideways at a corner. A shy, wild daisy had slowly and patiently grown there; taking her place in the middle of the dead stone.
The man smiled while walking again. There was still some hope left for him, after all.