"For all that search for loved ones wasted away here, just keep in mind that all of these men and women died for the Adademy's sake. No man or woman is too small, as these folk found out. Walk upon them and be in their presence with great respect and pride, for they died in order for the great school in wich you attend. Thank you, students and teachers."
That was what the sign said at the entrance of the graveyard.
Alex looked at the stones. She was looking for one name in particular, and if she found it here, she hoped she would know the truth about her great grandfather, James Motter. She was looking for his name carved in one of these cold, hard stones, but so far, had not found it.
Alex leaned against a large gravestone that read
Mr. Blake Cutter-
A loving father, husband, and son.
A noble man who died for the sake of the Academy
A loving father, husband, and son.
A noble man who died for the sake of the Academy
Alex looked at the gravestone again. Who died for the sake of the Academy she thought. Could that have been the Dark Academy? There was no telling for sure, so she tried her best to ignore it. She soon was walking again, trying to find the name "James Motter". If he was really gone, if he had died and was burried here, that must have meant it was for the good of the Academy.... But what then? What if she did find out he had died for the Academy's good? What if she found that he wasn't burried here? What then? Alex pondered these questions as she searched; searched for answers, searched for her great grandfather...
