Veil – short story.

That night was a night like no other, I could feel the veil between the worlds getting weaker. The souls on the other side were calling to their loved ones, there were some with only revenge on their mind, they could not rest.

I have always been taught how you are in life is how you will be after. Revenge is not something I ever let enter my mind.
I had tried to tell the locals, best to stay in doors, I couldn’t really tell them why, they thought I was crazy anyway, only when they wanted to talk to their loved ones that had passed is the only time they came to me.

So, here they were, out at the bar, the ladies on their nightly stroll in their best dresses. As I watched I saw Marigold walk out of the saloon, no one knows who she really is, she blew into town five years ago, seems intent on staying. I say she is hiding, she has evil in her.

I suddenly felt the ground shift, there is was the veil was now only a thread. The souls started swarming, they let me be, they knew I would send them back.

Most of them were harmless, they would check on their kin & go back. They just needed to see. I let them go, it takes far too much energy to stop so many, they can look.

Then I felt it, a black energy, it wasn’t just after revenge, it was here to claim a soul, a bargain made, but payment never received. I knew there was a payment that had to be paid, you can’t run from a pact like that.

Marigold suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, I could see her fear, almost taste it in the air. It suddenly all made sense, she had been hiding, but she had told the truth.

Her husband had died quite suddenly six years ago, he was very sick, the doctor had told her he would die, but it would be very slow & painful, he was rotting from the inside out, she had said his legs were purple & the muscle seemed to have turned to liquid.

I understood, she had made a deal so he did not die in agony. Death came for all, not all suffer.
It was at this moment I could see exactly what had happened, Marigolds husband had been touched by evil, it knew she would make a deal to end his suffering, a deal made with evil can not be undone, unless evil was the source of the reason for the deal.

I had no choice, I stood up, I let my power flare, not the subdued power the town usually sees, my full power, I let my necromancy shine. I knew I looked like a walking shimmering green flame, I didn’t care.

The evil turned around, but I had the upper hand, it had underestimated how powerful I was, I was 300 years old, I had built power.

For the first time in a long time I let it loose, it wound around the evil, rendering it useless. I asked if a deal had been made that it had been the reason for the sickness, oh it tried to fight, tried to lie, I just let my power inflict the worst it could.

Finally the evil relented, the blackness poured out of the human body it had taken. The man left was left lying on the road, there would be no life left.
Marigold was ready to tear the blackness apart, she had sacrificed everything.

In one last strike I took it down, I absorbed the little goodness in it, the rest was bound forever as a useless shell of itself.
I pulled my power back, it had a mind of its own in that moment, but I took control.

Marigold looked up at me, she was a broken woman, she hated herself, but she could not have known.
I walked over, I gave her the one thing the evil had kept, I gave her her husband’s wedding ring.
Things have been so different since that night, the locals have welcomed me into their homes, they have changed the way they think, they are also scared of me.
I don’t mind, if they are scared, they will listen.

Respect.

I went for a stroll outside to see all that was about

I am sorry to report, there was not much going on

Except for old Mr Fox who as usual was trying to get around without his walking stick

Falling left & right, he keeps trying to walk forward, it is quite a laugh

We have all told him he needs to use a stick, or he can not seem to get around

He tells us all he is not that old, he can still walk quite easily alone

As I kept going I ran into a sight, there was old Mrs Koala at the bottom of the tree

I asked what she was doing, she told me she was trying to climb back up

Now we have all told Mrs Koala she needs to find a smaller tree, one that is not so wide

Mrs Koala tells us all, she is fine, she can still climb a big wide tree

I looked down the road, I thought well it’s n ot far now to get to the end

I could see the end of the road, it’s an old dirt road, not much happens here at all

As I got closer I did see a sight! Mr & Mrs Wombat trying to fight free of there burrow

They are quite old, they can not dig like they used to, the dirt here is so hard

We have all told them to move down the road, where the dirt is softer, & a borrow can be made

They have told us all it’s ok, we will be fine, we will just keep going

As I walking back to the house, Miss Rabbit came running up to me, to say some of the residents are upset

I walked over to find Mr Fox, Mrs Koala & Mr & Mrs Wombat all quite upset

I asked what was wrong, they were quick to inform that yes they are old, yes they are not as agile as they used to be

Yes they know that they can not do all they used to do, but they are not moving from their homes

They would be happy if the younger generation could help, rather then trying to make them move

Could they please just help them out instead? Don’t just make them move, surely they have earned some respect

I cleared my throat, & made it clear that yes they have earned respect, from now on we will all help out to make sure they do not need to move.