The coyote wandered in. As the groundskeeper, he always locked the gates to the graveyard. No one ever went to the church anymore. No pastor, all boarded up. However, the coyote has lived there for three years now, somewhat taking responsibility for the grounds. Today, he thought he could just walk around before the storm came in. Admiring the old tombstones, the ancient monoliths, and the three mouseliums

A harsh wind blew, while Sylex wandered through the graveyards.
It has been a week since he was transformed into a Dorumon and this change wasn't easy. Now he silently looked at the gravestones, wondering if any of those who are buried here had a similiar fate as him. Stranded in a different world with a different body. Stop thinking about this.
You have a Job to do!, he scolded himself. That's right! He had to deliver a small brown package to the groundskeeper. Even though he is the new shopowner of the Wishing Lamp he had to play the errand boy.
Suddenly he saw someone walking past the monoliths admiring them. He looked like a Canide. Maybe a Coyote? Sylex ran towards him.
"Excuse Sir!", he stutterd,"I am new around here but can you tell me, where I can find the groundsman?"

The coyote stared...blankly. What was this thing? What was it doing here? Well, the real question was WHAT, with another question about why the WHAT question was dominating the other questions. No, it could not be a ghost...nor anything from the graveyard since it ENTERED in, and did not like...come up from one of the graves.

Ummm....what are you? Apparently, he was going to ask "Who are you", but the WHAT question seemed to have taken over...

"My Name is Sylex Rosso Cyan!", Sylex grumbled. The Coyotes may have said 'who', but he probably wanted to know 'what' he is rather than 'who'. It was understandable though. There are very few digimons around in this area and even fewer Dorumons, but it's quite irritating nonetheless.
After a short sigh, he continued: "I am a Dorumon, a canide Digimon. A digital monster if you will. I am the shop-owner of the Wishing Lamp. I have to deliver something to the groundsman."
Sylex showed the grey package to the coyote "Do you know where I can find him?"

"Ok...." The coyote stared blankly, not quite understanding what this...Dorumonon was saying. "I am the groundskeeper." Pointing at himself. "Now, what's this Wishing Lamp place? I never ordered anything, let alone ASKED for anything...er...what type of store is it?"

Is it okay if I write the continuation like this:

Sylex lookded puzzeld at the groundskeeper. It was strange that the coyote didn't know this. The Wishing Lamp was pretty popular.
"I'll try my best to explain it to Sir, but i doubt that this will satisfy you."
Sylex takes a deep breath and started to talk. He explained that, the Wishing Lamp, like the name suggests, a magical Retail store of sorts is. It sells everyday product like coke, clothes, medicine and other. But the main attraction of the shop are the magical goods for people who desperatly wish for it. Most of the time people ask for those special products, but sometimes an order appears out of nowhere. Those are special deliveries, for people who might need it in near future. For Sylex it's the first time this happens.

"And...how am I supposed to pay for this...surprize order?" He looked at the digimon, rather perplexed. "And how did I even come to earn such a gift? I am just a groundskeeper." The coyote thought for a moment. What could he possibly have wished for? What could he have possibly wanted?

Sylex gave out a groan
"Sir, I am just here to delivere this package. My predecessor said it's usally something that will be needed in near future.".
Slightly irritated he gave the package to the Groundsman.
"You don't have to pay, since the delivery is free of charge, but I really want to know whats inside. Maybe you could open it. The suspension almost killed me. I would have opend it if it wasn't...you know magical. Only the Onwer can open it."

"I am sorry, but I am afraid to open it myself..." He stared at the package. For once, there was no curiosity. There was no desire to open it. Actually, he liked the little bundle sitting there in his paw. "You know, I will take it, but I won't open it until I am ready." He said, matter-o-factly.

"You are not the most social one around here." The coyote starred the dorumon with an irritated look.
A sudden gust of wind blew the fallen leaves around the graves. It was clear that he could not convince the groundskeeper to open the package, but he also didn't care. But he knew the package will open on its own as soon as he left. Suddenly Sylex remembered something.
"Ähmm, Sir...I know this might sound strange but I also should give you this..." He swiflty grabbed a letter out of his pocket and gave it to him.

The coyote took it, knowing that a letter is rather harmless. "What do you mean 'not the most social one'"? He stated, rather miffed. He opened the letter, and apparently had a...hard time reading it. "Is this in your language?" He said, somewhat confused.

"What? Give it to me..."
The Dorumon grabbed the paper and looked at it.
But All he saw a text written in the Latin Alphabet and in english.
"Are you sure you can't read it?"
The Groundskeeper only nodded silently. Sylex couldn't understand why but he only shrugged and started to read out loud.
Dear Friend! If you get this Gift, then it means I've passed away. I gave it to the shop-owner so you could stop the disaster. In this night something terrible will happen and only you and the young lad can stop this. Go to the Mausoleum and then you will understand, how dire the situation is, your old friend and mentor....
Sylex blinked. He could try as hard as he wanted but he couldn't read the Name.
"Okay....that's just creepy... can you read the last part?"

Ah, that is why. I have never taken latin in YEARS!

Examining the bottom half, he read: "PS...there may be cake at the end".

Coyder stared at it blankly, then looked at Dorumon. "I had an uncle?"

He thought of all the mausoleums in the cemetary. "Which one...there are three? One was just put up about three years ago...the other has been here since...well...1852."

"Sheesh, Now I have to go through something like that?", the dorumon groaned "I just want to ask you one thing before..."
The Coyote wast already moving away from Sylex, on his way to the mausoleums. Sylex blinked and ran after him. That guy....was quite bothersome.
"HEY! Wait up. You can't just walk off on me", he yelled after the Groundskeeper.
The Coyote stopped looking at Sylex for a second.
"How Rude! Running of like that how about you tell me if you know anything about Magic...or at least your Name"

"Let's see..." The coyote stood there. With the sun finally out, he took a match and lit a lantern that was strapped to his waist. "The one thing I know about magic is that it is dangerous and should not be toyed with lightly. And by the way, my name is Wolfgan." he smiled, offering his paw.

As the coyote smiled Sylex felt a warm gliminside of him
Maybe he is a nice guy afterall, he silently thought.
"Nice to meet you Wolfgan and as I said I am Sylex. And even though I am a data and stuff I can at least utilize a bit to form some Ice. Most of the magical objects we sell in our shop isn't all that complex...I think."
Wolfgan looked at him a bit confused. Thats the look Sylex gets because he is bad in explaining.
"Long Story short: I can make Ice and otherwise I know as much about magic as you"

"Ok Sylex, but why do you ask me if I know any magic?" Wolfgan tilted his head, curious. "It's cool that you can make ice, but from my experience in RPGs, graveyards consist of ghouls, ghosts, and other creatures weak to fire..." He chuckled, trying to grasp why he was talking about something so perposterous. He already knew that ghosts and ghouls don't exist, and those that do appear as such was something more....sinister.

*looks shocked*"What, really? B-but Jinnaya only thought me that much"
What is not possible in this World? Since Sylex came here, he saw so many different things. He himslef got transformed into a strange creature. But he shouldn't think about this. More importantly is what the things are that will await him and Wolfgan.
"Sooo where are we going? You are the groundsman here.", he asked the coyote

"I am guessing we are going to the oldest marker...but the thing is, there are several graves with no dates, including two of the three mausoleums." He pondered. I guess the one that looks the oldest...but of course looks can be decieving."

Sylex:"You can say that....."
He almost wanted to tell Wolfgan about him beinga human in a different body...
It almost slipped, but he violently shook his head. He followed the coyote to the last of the three mausoleums. Completly in white it seemed like it was put here just yesterday.
Silently the dorumon touched the walls. This is one of that is actually the one that looks like the oldest here?
"You are kidding right??", he asked the Coyote, "in my worl....i mean my country the look antique...I'd say you are a perfect groundsman."

"Let's just say I have a few tricks....but I can't say the same for the inside." The first primary rule of a groundskeeper was to prevent anyone from possibly REACHING the body (or ashes in some cases). Cleaning the grounds was rule #2. He chuckled, wondering how this creature would react to the 20+ locks on the inner door. Of course, he designed many of the headstones and mosoliums, the most recent one was built by his own blueprints, but he modled it after this particular one.

As he looked at the doorthe only respons Sylex came to mind was: "What the heck?"
The iron door was beatifully made, pefectly fitting the theme of the mausoleum, but the thing that shocked him, were the locks. 20 different locks each with an unique way to open them. At least thats what Sylex guessed since he only understood how to open two of them. The first one of the row was a traditional one with a keyhole and the second needed a number-combination.
The dorumon touched the locks which were installed inside the door. There was sure no way to break the loock out of the door.
"Soooo, could you open it?", he asked Wolfgan,"I suppose only you know how to open it"

(sorry for late reply)

The groundsman chuckled, pulling out one of his three sets of keys. For 20 locks, only 3 of them were actually locks. The others were safeguards. He unlocked the 3rd, 13th, and 17th locks and all of them flew open at once. "There we go."

(No prob)

As they entered the Mausoleum, Sylex had to cough.
""Woah *cough*!!! Dust-allergy *hack* is kicking in*cough*!"
Indeed the chamber was full of dust and spiderwebs. Dorumon looked engrossed by the dirt that was piling up inside. "Lets look closely *hack*", Sylex coughed, "I am rather interested what we will find here *cough*"

Wolfgan stood back. He chuckled to himself. ~rule number one of tomb exploring: always let someone else go first in case of traps~ He stepped in, air less stagnant since he opened up the locks. "Ya know, I remember in my contract not to clean the inside of these things, but maybe I should check with the pastor for an ammendment to fix that..."

Sylex chuckled.
"If you say so." The Tomb was bigger on the inside than he might have guessed from looks of the outside.
Never judge a book by its cover, huh?
Silently he looked at the graves of the furries there. Suddenly he felt remorse. Even in this world death exists. The dorumon wiped the thick dust asideon one of those graves.
Here lies Chan Loney Jr. , beloved Father and Husband. Sylex thought 1697-1841? Is this correct? He always wondered how long a furry lives, but over 100 years?
The dorumon shrugs. That was not important at the moment. Right now he and Wolfgan had to find the secret of the tomb. Suddenly something rumbled underneath them.
"W-w-wolfgan? D-did you just....d-do s-s-something?" , he stuttered.

'Ah, that happens all the time. Earthquakes every 3 months, nothing special..." He sighed, keeping his calm. He so hated cobwebs, and spiders, and anything not clean. He kept thinking to himself *yeah. I SHOULD clean the inside of these things...* "I suggest we leave momentarily until it's over."

"You're right....", said the shopowner as another earthquake came by.
A crack opend up right next to him.
"....lets get outta HEEEEEEEEEE!"
The Dorumon yelled the last words at he fell through the crack that suddenly got bigger and swallowed him. All the dorumon could do was scream. Scream in terror as he fell into the darkness.
Then he hit the ground.
"Urgh.", Sylex groaned in pain.
He looked up and saw Wolfgan from above. The hole wasn't that deep. The coyote was only 32 feet away from him. Surely the Groundsman could easily climb down here as he could climb up. Sylex fumbled at the triangle Gem on his forhead and it started glowing.
*Now I have light*, he thought and looked around, seeing a long corridor.
"Wolfgan? I think I found the passage!"

The coyote looks down. "Well, that was new." In the back of his mind, he just imagined all of the cleanup he would have to do after this. He slid down with ease, looking around the hole. A trap door was underneath them. "Ya know, why did you have to give me that package? Could it have waited till like, next week on a Monday or something? Maybe next month?" He chuckled. "Hmm, well, even after several centuries people love being buried with their stuff..."

"You say the stangest things....", the dorumon said, "It not like I could give it to you later. As I said its a MAGIC-shop. The emphasis on magic! The shop itself contains PURE LAW, forcing me and everyone inside of it to play by its rules....its complicated"
As he spoke the two followed the hallway. Even though Sylex knew that he just fell from a deep hole it looked more like violet pat of the mansion. He wondered why there was such a thing deep down of the tomb. As they reached the door, Sylex silently opend the door.

Wolfgan poped his head in. "Figures, more junk and coffins and vases...probably filled with ash." He turned to his companion. "Though I have to admit, I had no idea that this mosoleum was so old...the date is highly incorrect. I even see some old Babalonian markings in here. But...of course they never were in this area, maybe they brought it over here..." He continued to ramble...not realizing he could be quite...boring.

Sylex looked at the description of each urn.
Each of them had a story written on them.
"I am kinda feeling...uneasy at this sight...", Sylex whispered.
He randomly picked an urn looking inside. Sure, it was probably a stupid idea and yes, Wolfgan was probably right, with it being filled with ash, but sometimes the dorumon was just curious.
And sometimes curiousity DOESN'T kill the cat.
The urn wasnt empty, but it also wasn't filled with ash.
It was filled with light!
Sylex almost let go of the urn. The light shined eluminating the whole hall.
Suddenly the whole room shifts, transforming itself into a hall.
Then it stopped and it reverted itself to the small room it was before...
"What was that?", the dorumon asked, more himself than his companion Wolfgan.
But the still someone answered "It something I need"
The two looked at the door seeing a shadowy figure

Wolfgan looked at his companion. "For someone who works in a magic shop...apparently you did not get the 'don't touch unless you are absolutly sure it is safe' rule." THe coyote looked skeptically at this shadowy figure. "I am guessing you need the whatever I think I know what you mean." he chuckled. "If I do give it to you mr. shadowy figure, what will happen? Should we trust you?"

The shadow chuckled.
"Of course you can trust me. All I want is to give this world is fear and pain"
The Figure steps out of the shadow revealing a 6'5 feet tall white lion with golden hair. He was clothed, similiar like an ancient king, only wearing a white tunic, golden rings and necklaces all over him and on his shoulders rests a purple cape. His muscle looked like they could easily squash an apple between them.
"That doesnt sound very nice", the shopowner said
"Well it isn't", the lion replied.
"I see. But isnt th...."
"Just give me the damn urn!"
He jumps at the two, ripping the Urn out of Sylex claws.
The lion runs towards the door.

Taking a yo-yo out, the coyote throws it at the lion's head, hoping to disorient him. Of course, all that happened was the object just went through the figure as he disappeared.

"Ok..." He said, standing there. "You are the magic person, now who was that guy?"

Sylex shrugged "How should I know?", he said, "I guess he is the great evil?"
As the silently stood there, still in shock, finally Wolfgan ran after the Lion.
The dorumon sighted folllowing them. They ran through many doors until....

They reached a giant door made out of gold and full of Juwels.
Wolfgan looked at it for a while.
"I-Is *huff* s-something? Why *gasp* dont....*wheeze* w-we e-enter?", Sylex moaned. He never was good at sports and even now as a muscular Dorumon, he didnt gain the ability to run withouth gasping and moaning.
Suddenly he felt a strange wave ...of energy...
It was strange too explain, almost as if the next door....is filled with evil intent.
Whatever those two do...this might turn into a deadly fight between good or evil
(Sylex silently hoped that he was on the good side though)

Wolfgan breathed heavily....as if the light felt like a giant weighs. At the same time, he was floating. Looking back, he remembered chasing after the lion, and then falling...but not hittng anything. He vaguely remembered what was going on, except to hold onto it, whatever it was, for dear life. Screaming, trying to call out for help as he was falling....