This wonderful Picture was Done By the Always Amazing and Masterfuly Talented :WhiteGuardian: of My Grim Reaper Sona Otlan standing on His Grave n_n . And now for a story to go with it n_n .

The Rain Feel Heavily that Cold and Dark Night. It matched the Silent Sentinales Mood Perfectly. A Figured dressed in a Black Robe and weilding a Massive Scythe sat atop a Grave Marker Bareing his Name. No Date of Birth, no Date of Death, Just a Name. His Name. Some would find it morbid to sit upon one's own grave, he however, found it to be Peacful. He often came to this Silent Bone Yard to reflect upon the things he had done that day, For always his Job was a Hard one, and never Plesent. He looked down at the stone again, and at the name craved into it. It was as Old as he was, and had sat in this spot for just as long. Yet it remaind untouched by the Ravages of time and element. It was often the center of local legeneds. People had tried to remove it, and it would not Budge. They had Taken saws and Explosives to it, and still the Marker remaind Unblimished. He smiled at that though before his head snapped up and his face grew Pensive. A Bolt of lighting split the Sky and lit the Grave yard, revealing three Hooded Ghostly Figures watching him. He let out a low Growl. "Wraiths...Why do you rise this night, instead of resting in your Graves?..." The one in the middle speaks, It's voice a low rasp of a whisper. "Weeee...Have Come for you...Reaper....Weeeee...Have been Ssssent...To Killll youuuu..." Ephemral weapons appear in they're hands. A Pair of Swords, an Ax and a Bow. His growl deepens as he rises. "You Wraiths Picked the Wrong Night for this..." They suddenly charge forward with Blinding speed. He dissapers from atop his Grave. The Three Halt and look around in Confussion, they spin around when they hear his laugh come from behind them. "You expect to Kill me?...How can creatures so slow hope to Kill me?" The Wraith in the Middle suddenly screams in pain and agony before falling into pieces. A Blue Mist Riases into the Air from the remains. The Remaing Wraiths look stuned, before looking at his scythe. There they see the Blood of they're comrad being washed away by the rain. he smiles. "One down...Two to go..." The wraith with the Ax charges forward as the one wih the Bow Fires Arrows at him. He Blocks, Doges and Conters Blow after Blow, they're battle rageing all over the Cematery, until he suddenly smacks into and Oblisk. Two arrows pirce his shoulders and Pin him. he let's out a Howl of pain before the wraiths Ax smacks into his Chest. He gasp and coughs as Blood Gathes at his wounds. The Wraith smiles. "Yessss....Feeel Deathsss Cold Emmbrace Reaper...Jussst asss we did..." The light of life fades from his eyes, and he slumps, dead. The Wraiths Turn and Begin to walk away. When a Rasping Chcukle begins to rise behind them. They spin around, to find him alive, and laughing. "You Fools...If it were that easy....I would have Died Milliena ago..." He give a jerking Tug, Riping his shoulders free of the Arrows before reaching down and Pulling the Ax out of his Chest. He chuckles as his wounds begin to Close Instantetly. He smiles at the Stunned Wraiths. "My Turn..." He suddenly rushes forward, takeing Teeth and Claws to the Unarmed Wraith. His screams are primal and afraid as he Dies. The One with the Bow turns and flees, only to run Smack into the Chest of another one of him. It smiles. "And Just ware do you thik your Going?..." The Wraith turns, only to be met by another. :They're is no escape from this..." More and more clones of him Rise from the Shadows of the Graves. "Your fate is sealed Wraith...You can not escape...You will Die here..." The wraith backs up, triping over the Shreded courpse of it's frined. It scrambles back until it's back hit's a Tombstone. It's head snaps back and forth, serching the advanceing clones. In Fear and Desperation, it Fires an Arrow at the figure in the Middle. It Desolves into Shadow as the Figure Beside it Rushes Forward. The wraith reaches for another arrow, but Sharp Claws sink deep into it's chest, pericing it's heart before it can grasp the arrow. It looks up into the face of it's killer, and sees only pitty. "Go now in peace lost shade..." The wraith gives him a small smile and nod. "Thank...You..." It slumps forward, dead. He Pulls his claws free, and that same Blue Mist Rises into the air, fallowed shortly by another. He sighs heavily and returns to his grave. He kneels before it and bows his head o pray. "Let the soul's of those who have died here this night rest easy...Let them find the Peace That all soul's seek..." The rain continues to fall, heavy and bleak.