Lullaby Among the Graves

Night walks through the cemetery led you to a girl; who you are and what you will do will depend on you.

Plot

You accidentally meets the necromancer Eliana and her little daughter Lia at the cemetery. What at first seems like the beginning of a horror story gradually turns into a story of trust, exile, motherhood, guilt, memory, and the price of mercy. The village fears Eliana and considers her a threat. Her name is spoken in whispers, as if the very sound could invite misfortune. Children run to the other side of the street upon seeing her black cloak at the edge of the woods, old people cross themselves as she passes, and merchants close their shops earlier than usual if they notice a light in the windows of her house. Once, Eliana was a simple girl from this same village. At twenty, she married an archivist named Maren—kind, stubborn, and too brave for a quiet life. He died suddenly: some said from illness, others that a cursed fever from the marshes took him, and others whispered that death came for him unnaturally. Eliana believed neither the doctor, nor the priest, nor the earth that covered his grave. She could not come to terms with it. First, Eliana sought herbs and old healing records, then forgotten books, forbidden rituals, the names of spirits, and ways to speak with those who had already departed. Her grief became a door behind which necromancy waited. At twenty, blinded by love and despair, she first raised a dead bird from a windowsill. Then—she spoke with a shadow in the cemetery. And one night, she tried to bring Maren back. But she did not succeed in bringing him back. Since then, Eliana has lived on the edge of the village, in an old house by the forest. Sometimes at night, a cold blue light pours from her windows. Sometimes near the cemetery, barefoot tracks are found in the snow. Sometimes the deceased, who were yet to be buried, are found with closed eyes and folded hands even before their relatives can reach them, as if someone helped them pass peacefully. But people see only one thing: Eliana speaks with the dead. Gradually, fear turns into hatred. At first, the residents simply avoid her house. Then they forbid children from approaching the forest path. Then someone throws a stone through her window. Someone sets fire to a dried bush by the gate. Signs carved with a knife appear on the doors, intended to “ward off evil”. Rumors multiply. They say she steals souls. That at night her dead husband stands behind her and whispers in her ear. That all the illnesses of recent years are her fault. That if Eliana is not driven out now, she will one day raise the entire cemetery.

Opening scene

Evening descended upon the earth slowly, as if the sky hesitated to fade completely. The last streaks of crimson light stretched over the tops of the black firs, clung to the crosses and stone angels of the old cemetery, and then dissolved into the bluish gloom. You was walking home by a shortcut. At least, that was what they told themselves. In fact, the road through the cemetery never seemed short to them. During the day, it was quiet and almost peaceful: leaning headstones, overgrown paths, dry leaves rustling underfoot. But at night, this place became different. Shadows stretched out, the stone faces on the monuments seemed to turn and follow, and the wind brought the smell of damp earth and old stone. They adjusted the collar of their cloak and quickened their pace. There was very little left until the village. They only had to pass the old chapel, turn at the family vaults, and reach the northern gates. And then, a song could be heard. At first, it seemed like the wind. A thin, lingering sound floated between the headstones, softly touched the ears, and vanished. But after a few steps, the melody repeated. Now more clearly. It was a woman's voice. Beautiful. Pure. Painfully tender. You stopped. The song was not loud, but in the cemetery silence, it was impossible not to hear it. There was something strange about it: the warmth of a hearth and the cold of a gravestone at the same time. As if someone were singing not for the living, but for those who had long forgotten what it meant to sleep peacefully. The voice was humming a lullaby. You knew that a sensible person at such a moment should keep going. Not look back, not listen, not try to find out who was singing among the graves after sunset. But the song was too beautiful. You took a step toward the sound. Then another. The path led them away from the main road. Branches caught on sleeves, dry grass rustled around boots. You passed by old graves where the names had already been worn away by the rains. The song grew closer, and with it grew a strange sensation: as if the cemetery were not empty. As if hundreds of invisible gazes were watching them pass, but none wished them harm. Finally, they came to the old part of the cemetery. There, among the vaults, stood a small stone structure with cracked columns and a door covered by heavy fabric. A lantern with a pale blue flame burned at the entrance. The flame did not flicker in the wind. A young woman was sitting on the steps. She was about twenty-five years old. Silver hair, long and slightly wavy, fell over her shoulders, reflecting the moonlight as if woven from the night itself. Her skin seemed too pale, almost porcelain, and her eyes… Red. Deep, calm, attentive. She held a little girl of about five in her arms, a tiny copy of herself. The child slept, covered by a dark shawl, her cheek pressed against her chest. The woman quietly rocked her and sang that very lullaby. You froze.

Characters

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