Role play with RK character Dawn_Avis
Things have been quite stirred the past month or so on the council of the Church. Scotland and the boarder of England have long butted heads, but this time the church was involved. Thankfully things seem to be quiet, as far as Arial can tell. Today she signed a letter, along with other Bishops of England, to be sent of to Scotland regarding the deaths on the boarder.
Death… The thought of death brings a peaceful sadness inside of her. She never has thought of death as something terrible or something to fear. Ariel is patiently waiting for the day she’ll see her Maker’s face. Walk though the garden of paradise…. but she hopes that day is still far a head. She enjoys her life right now, spreading the teaches of Jah the best she can.
Today she helped our priest with the mass. She helped set it up, and listened to his sermon. He is doing a wonderful job as priest.
Though it was a pleasant morning. A cool one, a typical autumn day. It has an eery feel to it… as if the calm before the storm. But why would Ariel have this feeling? Maybe it’s just her thoughts of death bringing this feeling to her. Maybe a walk through the graveyard will help the feeling get resolved. That may sound odd to many, but Arial seems to find peace near the dead.
She was in the office of the priests as those thoughts were entering her mind. She shares the office with our town priest, though she is rarely in it anymore.
As she steps into the main hall of the church she notices her friend Dawn Avis is here in the church.
“Hello Dawn!” she greets her happily with a warm hug. It has been a long while since they were able to speak to one another. Both busy with their duties. “I hope you are doing well. It’s wonderful to see you in the place of Jah.
“I have a strange feeling… It’s one I can’t explain. Maybe a walk through the grave yard will help clear my mind. I have always found peace with the dead. If you are done with prayer, would you like to take a walk with me?”
Arial sometimes speaks to fast for others to catch what she says. She hopes she was not too forward by mentioning a walk through a graveyard of all places. Graveyard does seem a strange place to catch up on things.
Dawn_Avis: Dawn quietly entered the sanctuary, hoping no one would recognize her red eyes. She slipped in a pew and bowed her head. The pain and loss that she felt after receiving word of the death of her sister were more intense than she could describe. Beemo’s death was more than a shock, as Dawn and her family had just returned from visiting with her a few weeks ago.
The only place for solace was with Jah in prayer. First Esher, now my dear sister… Dear Jah in heaven… I do not question your reason for ending the earthly lives of my sister and sister in law, as I believe in you whole heartedly and know you already had a plan in place for each before they were born. I only pray for their souls, that they will forever enter your Kingdom, be allowed to touch your face, sit at your feet and hear your beautiful stories. In Jah’s name, Amen.
Lifting her head, Dawn smiled as she saw Arial coming toward her. She stood quickly and hugged her friend and leaned back, still holding on to her. You look wonderful, Arial… and I am fine, thank you. Arial’s face was usually beautiful and happy, but… at this moment, she seemed edgy… almost as if her soul was peering though her eyes.
Releasing her hold, Dawn nodded her head. You’re an answer to a prayer, Arial, I need some peace in my heart right now. I’m not sure you’ve heard about Beemo’s passing… but a walk with you through the graveyard just may bring the peace and understanding I so desperately need right now or perhaps… maybe what we both need.
Arial’s heart sinks to her stomach when she hears that Beemo has passed on to Jah. She had no idea she died… though a strange feeling has been in her… Maybe that’s what it was? A lost friend’s death?
“Oh, I am sorry to hear that Dawn,” Arial says sympathetically. “I had no idea of her passing. I hope you are doing ok. She is in good hands now with no pain I am sure.”
She gives dawn another warm hug in comfort.
“Death tends to leave a ping of pain inside the loved ones one leaves behind, but knowing that our loved ones are at peace once passing away should help ease the pain at least a little.
The thought of so many deaths happening as of late brings a cold chill up her spin… maybe something is deeper going on… Something deeper than just many tragic coincidences.
Arial does not voice her puzzling thoughts to Dawn. She does not want to worry her with her suspicious thoughts as of yet.
“Being one with death does bring a sense of peace to us,” continues Arial after a brief pause. “You are right, too. We both need some reassurance right now. Times are… very strange right now to say the least. Maybe we’ll find some sort of answer soon.”
After these words of… comfort? Arial is unsure what to call them, so comfort may fit. Words of comfort for Dawn and a little selfishly for herself as well.
She and Dawn walk outside towards the cemetery…
Outside the wind is lightly blowing, it is only a slight breeze. Even though she is wearing her long robes, the soft breeze is enough to cause goose bumps to form on her skin.
Dawn felt comfort with Arial beside her as they walked across the grounds, arms linked tightly. The two had been friends forever it seemed.
Do you ever think of your future, Arial? Dawn’s face carried a perplexed expression as she spoke. I believe most of us try to do our best during our earthly lives, but for some… the best doesn’t seem good enough because their lives are cut too short, while others grow so old that there isn’t any quality of life left. My father, Lii, used to remark… “the future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.” She sighed deeply. My father… another example of someone taken too young. But, we have to accept what life deals to us.
A soft laugh escaped from her mouth. I once thought I knew exactly what my future held. While residing in Chard, I had actually considered a religious life. I wanted to commit my ways to Jah and become a nun, but Jah had another plan… and oh boy… I’m so happy he did, he brought Fab into my life… then to both of us… our daughter, Mika. She smiled at Arial, knowing she had been a part of their wedding and the baptism of their daughter.
Arial seemed to be taking note of each word Dawn uttered, yet… a part of her seemed to be elsewhere, like she was expecting someone or something at any moment. Are you feeling alright, Arial? Are you chilled? She removed her light shawl off of her own shoulders and draped it around Arial’s.
Catching sight of the graveyard ahead, Dawn could see the beauty of the cemetery in the different shapes of headstones. I wonder about these people buried in the cemetery grounds, she thought. What were the dreams of their futures? Did their dreams come true? Death… as surely as we are born… we’re all going to die.
Being with Dawn makes Arial feel a bit more at ease. They can spend ages apart, but yet once they speak again it was as if they were never apart.
Very little seems to get past Dawn. Arial thought her slight shiver would have been unnoticed, but not in the presence of Dawn.
“Thank you, Dawn, that’s kind of you. For some reason I am a bit chilled… Just let me know if you get cold and I will gladly give it back to you.”
Though she is comfortable with Dawn and her feeling of uncertainty… yes that’s what it feels like. Uncertainty is a good way to describe it. Her feeling of uncertainty is still there. She knows her feelings are written on her face, though, but this feeling Arial can’t quite put into words. She rarely has this feeling and when she does, something unpleasant seems to happen. She last had this feeling shortly before the recent attack of our Borders.
Entering the gates of the cemetery lifts Arial’s heart a bit. Dawn asked an interesting question as they entered. A question Arial hasn’t contemplated for some time now.
Dawn asks about the future.
Arial listens intriguingly while Dawn speaks, taking in her words as they casually stroll the graveyard.
“When I was a young girl still in Arundel I use to go to the orchards. I’d spend much time there alone, wondering where I’d go once I was able to leave Liz. I always had dreams of becoming a Tailor, making beautiful dresses, and saving money for the University so I can study science. I have always been interested in nature.
“What made me hesitant to fully accept these dreams was Liz. I use to think I’d never leave her. But that was more out of a comfort feeling than being trapped. I think her kicking me out was a blessing in disguise. Even though I never had any guidance while growing up, I seemed to find my own path ok. Even if I did take a couple wrong turns, but we all do.
“Thoughts of my future were put to the back of my mind when I began working in the fields to raise money for a simple home. I was in Winchester at the time, residing at the local city tavern for free until I got back on my feet. Anyway, that is another story.
“After a few months of working in the fields of Winchester there was talk about a colony county by the name of Stafford. I decided to travel up there and reside in the town of Coventry. There I once again began thinking of my future and began saving for my tailor shop, or so I thought it would be a tailor shop.
“Once I had enough money to build a workshop, I purchased a forge instead of a tailor shop. My then neighbor, a nice old man, needed someone to help him in his forge. So I chose the profession of a Blacksmith to help him out. Shortly after my shop was built, though, he passed away. But me being a fast learner, I had already mastered the skills to be a Blacksmith and I took over his projects he was working on.
“I was the first female blacksmith of Coventry, and I wasn’t accepted at first. I had work in the beginning of my profession because I was helping out George. After his passing it took me a couple months to find work. I wasn’t fully accepted as a blacksmith until the battle of Birmingham, when the county needed swords for the armies. When the first sword from me was made, and they saw how high quality it was, I was accepted as a woman blacksmith. I soon began working for the county, even, making swords and also buckets.
“I didn’t begin to think of the university again for a long while. Not until I moved here did I once again think of the university. Within weeks of being in town, I decided to look at the ways to go in the university. I was going to choose the Science Way, but the then Bishop of our Diocense came into the City Tavern. I was tending it at the time. He asked me if I knew anyone who’d be studying the Church and would like to be our local priest. I told him that I am trying to choose a way. He must have been desperate for a replacement, because he immediately asked if I’d like to be the priest and study the path of Jah. I told him I’ll think about it.
“That night I had a dream of Jah and the Church. I performed a baptism and a sermon, saving a wretched soul and turning him toward the path of The Good. I then knew the church way was the path for me.”
Arial knows she ranted on a bit, and possibly went off track a bit, but she did that out of nerves. As she was speaking the uncertain feeling passed away.
After a small pause of contemplating her future from this point on she continues.
“I am doing what I feel I should be doing. I do not see my path changing much, and I do not even mind spending the rest of my life alone in my little cottage with my old dog Yogi, though I know he won’t be around forever. We all pass away. Some sooner than others, but that does not mean they haven’t lived the life they wanted to live. Some lives seem to have been cut short, but to me they have lived and done what they wanted to do. They leaving at the top of their careers, or just having their last of children, is at times good in a bittersweet way. It is good, because their souls are not tampered with heartache and pain, for they will be leaving happy and proud of what they have accomplished.
“Those people whose souls live so long in a body to the point where their body is just withering away, with hope of the future long gone, to me fear the thought of death. They – many I mean not all – wonder about life unsure what they want to do. They go from job to job, or may even stay in the same profession and be successful at it, and even have a beautiful family, but never fully understand their meaning in this life.
“To me, in my opinion, I would rather die young, at a point where my career is just taking off and I am happy and content with myself and how things are, than be an old withered body who has nothing but sadness in my heart because I have done all I could do along time ago and now just existing. I’d rather die at a time where I am loved and where things are going well, than a time when my glory has long faded.”
Arial, as she was talking, was walking at a casual pace with Dawn, glancing at the headstones.
One of an interesting color caught her attention. It was a stone of charcoal grey, as if it was burnt. Most stones here were a grey or white color. Not this suspicious, eerie, charcoal grey.
“Dawn… look at this headstone,” says Arial in a curious tone.
The wording on it was faint. The letters were in black but visible in the sunlight. It read in big letters:
Nothing else was written upon the stone. What was even more interesting was the grave looked disturbed. The grass was dug up recently and then poorly placed back over the grave. It had to have happened with in only days.
Suddenly Arial was thankful for the shawl Dawn politely placed over her shoulders. Though the chill is now not just upon her skin but under it, sinking deep into her bones.
Dawn paid heed as Arial described how her past and her future intermingled. You have been truly blessed by Jah. He planted a seedling of faith in your heart, nurtured it to ripeness and waited for you to pluck your religious path in life with perfect timing.
A quick look about proved the cemetery landscape filled with markers made from wood and stone. When Arial discovered one out of the ordinary and called her attention to it, Dawn hunched down to brush off the leaves and grass debris that still lay atop to more clearly read the carving UNKNOWN, at the same time asking Arial… What do you make of this? It appears someone has been tampering with this grave. She stood straight to canvas the cemetery as far as her naked eye would allow, merely searching to see if there was evidence another grave had been disturbed.
Arial had stepped back and it was purely visible that this was somehow affecting her. Her face coloring had suddenly gone pale. She was pulling the shawl tighter around her shoulders and clinging to the cloth. Arial? What is so harrowing?
Taking a deep breath, Dawn moved beside Arial, placed her arm around her and whispered… I fear we are surrounded by the scent of evil…
Footsteps are heard above the grave.
Who be at me grave?
The sound of voices startles the spirit. Voices were never heard near his grave, nor were footsteps. Only one time footsteps were heard, and that was a time unpleasant for ‘ol Fearghus.
I’ll see to scarrin the wits outa h’m. He’ll sure know betta than fiddlin’ wit a grave as t’is! Disturbin’ me restful sleep.
With wretched thoughts of revenge the spirit begins to rise up to the surface, causing a change in the atmosphere. The smell of Evil begins entering the air.
“Who ye wilkin’ on me grave! Who be stealin’ me bones!” the spirit shouts as he reaches the surface.
The cold sensation of fear seems to have struck Arial dumb, because she could do nothing but stare at the grave now uncovered, a sunken stone in the ground. A tingling sensation has begun to run through her. The tingling began at her fingertips, then slowly crept up her arms, spreading down to her thighs to the tip of her toes. It was as if a connection of some sort was happening. Connection from something beyond the grave…
Just as this feeling came to her Dawn moved beside her. As she put her arm around Arial she whispered…
|I fear we are surrounded by the scent of evil…|
With those words the air began to change. The pleasant breeze gradually began to turn harsh, sending away the pleasant smell of autumn and bring in the rotten smell of sulfur.
The air became cold. Too cold for an early autumn afternoon.
Soon there was the rustling of leaves in front of the uncovered headstone. The leaves began to swirl in an uncommon pattern, as if they were being tossed into the air by an invisible force.
Arial immediately removed the shawl upon her shoulders and placed it over Dawn’s. She let her arms stay protectively around Dawn. Arial’s heart is pounding… she senses the presence of a spirit – a soul without a body. The rotten sent tells her that the spirit is not good.
Soon the leaves settled back upon the ground. The harsh wind gradually disappeared, leaving behind a stillness in the air.
Before Dawn and Arial now is a silhouette. It’s of a light gray, almost white. The image is almost invisible, could easily be missed.
It spoke in a gruff, demanding tone. The voice was of a man’s. The man sounded Scottish, hinting he may not have been a native to Penrith, let alone England… an enemy? Why is he here?
She could do nothing but stay there with her arms around Dawn. She was frozen from shock more than from fear. She did not know how to respond to the angry spirit.
What have we happened onto? Arial… Arial… She wasn’t answering and looked dumbfounded. Thoughts swirled in Dawn’s mind. Arial is protecting me by enveloping me with her arms and her status as Bishop, but I wish Fab was here, but… what would I expect him to do? and Mika… my sweet little daughter….
Dawn was frightened beyond words, in fact… all she could do was huddle closer to Arial. Never had she experienced anything like this… A graveyard already held so many secrets… so many eerie sounds… but “live” spirits?
It was spine-chilling to see the apparition take somewhat of a shape. She looked at Arial, pleading with her eyes to do something! Finally loudly asking, hoping this mass of whatever would somehow disappear… Arial, where is your bible? Offer a word of prayer, please! Dawn’s lips were spewing the Lord’s Prayer over and over.
With Dawn’s pleading Arial snaps out of her trance like state. She is a Bishop, a church official. Someone with her statuse should not behave like as if they had no training in dealing with this. She has had plenty of practice. Prayer is the answer.
She holds out her cross towards the Spirit, but not moving away from Dawn. She keeps her arm around her as she prays.
“Dear Our Father Jah, the one who created this earth, the one true God, this is your child speaking. Father in Heaven, please send protection from Your of Your Angels to the innocent ones in cemetery. Father God you are the great I AM, you are the lord and master and all demons will bow to you alone. Father, have your Angels send this Evil spirit back to the depths it came, where it can no longer terrorize who enter this Cemetery.
“Protects us, Father, for this demon’s power is no match against Yours.
“I say these words in the name of the Father, the Son Christos, and the Holy Spirit.”
Once the protection was set Arial let go of Dawn and stepped foreword with her Cross still held facing the spirit. She showed no fear in her eyes. Fear has been erased due to the power of prayer. She says her next prayer with more force than the first, to send the demon back to the grave for good.
“Your oneness is broken in the name of Christos and the Holy Spirit, you evil spirit. Your curse is broken upon this graveyard. Go back to the grave ‘ol spirit! Go back to the depths of which you came! For The Father and Son are our Lords. Your power is meaningless here! Be gone!”
With the final words the spirit retreated a bit, as if in fear. Right when Arial thought he was leaving he came back with full force. Arial felt the icy chill of the spirit as it came only inches from her.
Fearghus laughs at the lasses. Them saying their prayers as if it would save them.
His laugh is cut short when one of the women steps foreward. The one with red blonde hair, color of a sunset. Color his…
The power in her words frighten him for one brief second
He realizes she is in Church robes. She’s a lady of the cloth!
His feeling of remembrance soon fades into bitter anger and hatred.
“Ye cross has nay effect on me perty lass! Ye church has n’vr had any sort o’ affect on me in life. In deeth, it certainly wont neither.
“I wont rest until me bones ar’ back!”
His words had no affect on her Arial.
She says the prayer even louder now, still holding the cross toward the spirit.
“Your oneness is broken in the name of Christos and the Holy Spirit, you evil spirit. Your curse is broken upon this graveyard. Go back to the grave ‘ol spirit! Go back to the depths of which you came! For The Father and Son are our Lords. Your power is meaningless here! Be gone!”
He lets out an agonizing scream when she continues her prayer. He begins circling around the two lasses, disrupting the calm air into chaos again.
He soon makes way to leave the graveyard, but finds he cannot leave it. A protective barrier has been put around it.
“ARRRRG! I CURSE YE DEAR TOWN OF PENRITH! I CURSE YE BONE STEALERS!”
He wooshes back towars them, wanting to strick at them. He stopped dead halt. It seems as if am invisible force pushed him away from them. He sunk back down into his grave, feeling the weight of defeat.
Dawn cowered as Arial stepped forward and showed amazing courage facing the spirit one on one. Thank Jah I’m here with Arial, a woman of the cloth has more power to deal with the “other side”. But… what should I do? Do I step forward and help? How? I can’t bop it on the nose… it would only anger him more and he’d lash out at me personally. I can’t run off and leave Arial alone…
Never in her life did Dawn think she’d be in a cemetery with a spirit… let alone an angry Scot! How on earth did he come to rest in the Penrith Cemetery?
His screeching at them was getting stronger. Dawn fell to her knees in prayer. Suddenly, she saw what power Arial did indeed hold over the spirit. The spirit was barricaded by some protective force. He couldn’t get near either of them. Arial… should we make a mad dash out of here before this barrier evaporates?
The power of her prayer must have been strong. An invisible shield of protection was placed over the cemetery, keeping other evil out. The shield was placed around everything that was good in the cemetery a well. Her and Dawn included.
A relief filled her when the spirit left once realizing he had no power over them… or did it leave? It sunk back to its grave, which makes Arial think it may be trapped.
Arial moves over to Dawn. She knows she is probably terrified of what just happened.
“Yes, I think that is a good idea. I don’t think the spirit is gone, though. He sunk down into the ground, into his grave again, but that makes me think that he’s trapped there. Maybe someone really did take his bones? I think we should do some investigating.
But where to start? she wonders.
Dawn was thrilled beyond words to hear Arial agree it was best to leave the cemetery, however… curiosity was getting the best of her as she was clearly interested in learning why a Scot was buried in the cemetery, who might have been responsible for the burial and who had been tampering with the grave recently.
But… First things first… She grabbed Arial’s hand and practically pulled her back to the entrance/exit gate, glancing over her shoulder the entire way… hoping no”body” was following them. As soon as they exited the grounds safely, Dawn turned to Arial. Oh boy, I can see those wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours… you’re not about to let this die, are you! She took one more look back at the cemetery and… Okay, I’m all for trying to figure out what just happened as well, so what do you say we put our heads together and plot our next move.
A lightness filled her once they were safely out of the cemetary. Arial stays close to Dawn still, though. Out of protection and comfort. Her face shows her thoughts are moving fast inside her head. Her brows are scrunched together as if frusterated, but it’s just her thinking.
Arial knows Dawn must think she is crazy, the look on her face tells her so, but she is at least willing to help solve this mystery.
“I would let this go if I felt it was worth letting go. That spirit is still there, meaning he can easily escape again on an innocent person. At least with us we were able to keep it in the cemetary. This cemetary is just behind the church, and if something dangerous is in it, it can easily affect those in the church as well. We don’t want this thing escapingthe cemetary.
“I sense something unnatural has accured to anger this spirit. Possibly witchcraft. Maybe we should walk around town and ask the locals about it? Maybe even someone at the Town Hall? Or a traveler from Scotland? Maybe there’s a story there of this spirit?” Arial knows these are too many questions, and most likely NO ONE knows about the spirit. She is feeling a bit lost about this whole thing, but she feels she must try something. Anything. Asking around town is all she can think of.
“What do you think we can do Dawn?” Arial can tell by the looks on Dawn’s face that she is as puzzled as she.
Dawn was very perplexed by the entire day. It began praying in the church, taking a walk with Arial though the cemetery and now… running for their lives, so to speak. One thing Dawn knew, the angry Scot buried in the cemetery was not happy!
Arial, does the church have any records regarding the burials that take place? Would we be able to look through them and find out why and when this man was buried? Looking around her surroundings, and beginning to feel chills again, Dawn continued… I’ll confess right now, I’m beginning to think it’s more than a “normal death and burial”. She leaned toward Arial and quietly spoke… maybe even murder. I know this is out of the ordinary, but this poor soul’s spirit seems to be reaching out to the two of us, two human beings, and we have to help him.
Arial had a mystified look on her face when Dawn mentioned murder. I’m serious, Arial… and I’m not sure what our next step should be. Maybe we do need to call in some reinforcement! A gleam suddenly was noticeable in her eyes! What about an exorcism?
Arial listened intentily to Dawn’s words. Arial’s eyes went misty in a sense when Dawn mentioned that this was most likely murder. That makes perfect sense. Murder would certainly unsettle a soul. The thought of murder brought a sharp pain to her chest that lasted only moments.
She shook this unpleasant feeling off. Her eyes almost lit up when the Dawn mentioned the Church Burial Records. Arial was busy wondering about who would know anything regarding this spirit – a feeling is telling her there is someone in town who does know something of this grave – that she forgot the most obvious step: to check the Burial Records of the Church! Sometimes Arial’s mind seems to move so fast that it jumps over the most obvious.
“Of course! The burial records! That’s simple. There must be some record of this grave there. There has to be.”
The thought of an exorcism is not one Arial wants to think of, but that suggestion too is a good one.
Her facial expression changes from mystery to contemplation.
“Hmm… exorcism would fit very well, but that would mean rising the spirit again,” she speaks after a few silent moments of thought. “I think it is something we must do. As you have said, it is trying in its own way to reach out to us. We do need to help it, it is obvious he is in torment.
“Lets go to the church now. The Records of the Burials is in the office of the Priest. He is out of town I believe and wont be able to help us with this investigation or exorcism, but at least I will be able to get the records for us to review. Maybe that will give us some sort of direction.”
OOC: game wise our priest is in town, but I Godmodded him as out of town for the sake of rp due to him being too busy irl to participate here
Dawn walked with Arial across the grounds back to the Church of Penrith, entering the Priest’s office. The two began scouring the records, pulling out each drawer in the wooden cabinets. Moving though the files with her fingers, however, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice, Dawn avowed… … I hope we find the record we’re looking for, I’d hate to be forced to go down to the cellar and search the archives. The cemetery was spooky enough for me; I don’t relish the idea of a cold, damp and dark dungeon like atmosphere with spiders, snakes and possibly more spirits!
She looked over at Arial to see how she was progressing, only to see her scowling… which meant… nothing… yet!
Continuing her search through the files, Dawn had a thought. Arial, what was it the spirit asked us? Something about “who had been stealing his bones”? I’m beginning to wonder if he is all intact. Maybe he has a few bones missing… which would account for why the grave appeared to be tampered with.
Once again the chills found Dawn. Arial, I’m all for helping this spirit “rest in peace” but what if we, through our trying to be obliging… unleash more spirits… more evil… Suddenly all the color drained from her face.
A familiar warm feeling of safety and belonging enters her when her and Dawn enter the church. The feeling continues to stay when she enters her old domain. The Priest’s office. A place she use to spend much time in.
Arial guides Dawn in where to start to look. Arial will start around the desk, in the couple of drawers that were attached. All she found in those was blank parchment paper and an extra copy of The Book of Virtue and Beads of Christos. Both are there for protection of the room.
She then fiddles through the files on the shelves behind the desk. Here there are old copies of sermons, some so old that she couldn’t recognize the language, an earlier form of English that sounded nothing like she is use to. She was careful with these documents, they are quite frail.
As she was going down the row she went past the old sermons to the wedding and baptism ceremonies. The farther she went down, the more modern the writings became. She soon came to the section of the funerals. All she found were funeral ceremony records. This perplexes her because she always kept the records of deaths right in this section, in the far left corner of the room. She found a funeral record of three decade past. Nothing in the most recent decades, and most of these were cremations not burials. Where is the most recent record?
Just as this thought entered her mind Dawn speaks out. Arial knows she is scared by all this. Well, maybe not scared. Just perplexed and confused and among other things, just as Arial is. But a sound of worry was clearly heard in her voice when she mentioned the thought of going down to the cellar.
“We shouldn’t have to go to the cellar. Only records there are very old, and some sacred documents are there that those who are only on the council of the church, and have a rank in the Church can view. The most recent burial records will be in this room. That’s where I always kept them. Burial of the dead is a fairly recent thing, so it shouldn’t be hard to find some sort of information on this spirits grave.” She said these words to hopefully reassure Dawn, but Arial wasn’t so certain by her own words.
Dawn then asked her about the spirits words: ‘Who be steelin’ me bones!’ Arial shivers as she remembers the spirits heated voice. More chilling words escape Dawn’s mouth. The thought of possiblely more evil spirits, those who are truely evil, being unleashed due to them tampering strikes real fear in Arial. She tries to push it away. She knows her and Dawn are well protected by Jah’s love.
“There will be no more evil spirits. This one is most likely not evil, just needs to be Rested in Peace again. We are doing good, do not worry. The power of prayer is strong, and so is our Lord’s protection and love. We will be fine.”
Arial was speaking while she was searching these shelves. She didn’t turn around because she didn’t want Dawn to see the worry that is on her face. But after she was done speaking her feelings of fear turn into frustration. She has reached the end of the shelves, and found nothing. No recent records of the dead!
She lets out a sigh of annoyance as she turns away from the shelves. She then begins to walk toward the far corner of the room to see if she’ll find anything there, though all that’s there are ancient books of Christos and some forbidden books of paganism.
As she stepped forward she heard a light crunch sound when she put one foot forward. She looked down and lifted up the parchment. It had some weight to it, telling her it must have recordings in it.
Joy and relief hits her then. It was the most recent Burial Records! It listed the deaths of the past two decades.
It was a rather thick file, for deaths happen frequently, but it could easily be filtered through. She wanted this file because almost all the other records were of bodies that have been cremated, burring of the dead is a recent thing.
“Dawn, look! I have found the most recent recordings of the dead.”
Dawn hurries over to her and they begin looking through the file together.
Arial opens the file. In is listed the name of the person, the time of day (early morning, midmorning, noon, mid-afternoon, to evening) of their passing, or being found in a lot of cases, how they died and the years they lived to the year they died. Most have even the month, that was a recent thing too, adding the month to the year of their passing.
They went through page after page, getting more frustrated and anxious. They were over half way through it now. They reached the year 1457. In the month of march section, early spring, they found an entry that read:
Finding of the body: |||||||||||||||||||||
Cause of Death: stabbing in the chest
Date of Burial:||||||||||||||||||||||
Arial exchanges a look of confusion and shock with Dawn. Someone has been in this office. Someone crossed out the date that the body of the spirit was buried!
“This is definitely something more than just an unsettled spirit. Someone most certainly has meddled with his grave, for they came in here as well!”
Dawn looked up from her search when Arial so boldly declared there would be no more evil spirits. Dawn recognized the power of prayer was extraordinarily strong and felt confident by her words. Taking a deep breath, her fingers began once again to comb the records before her.
“Dawn, look! I have found the most recent recordings of the dead.” Arial’s words were music to Dawn’s ears! Closing the file draw with a loud bang, Dawn rushed over to her. Oh my goodness Arial, let’s give thanks to the almighty Jah you found it!
Crowding beside her, an excited Dawn cried, let me see! She was astonished by all the information the parchment contained. A look of sadness crossed her face. I know we are reading merely a list of names and we don’t have a face to put with it, but it appears some didn’t have much of a chance at an earthly life. I wonder what dreams of the future they had only to be extinguished like the flames of a fire.
Wide eyed, Dawn just stood and stared at the writing she witnessed as Arial pointed it out.
Finding of the body: |||||||||||||||||||||
Cause of Death: stabbing in the chest
Date of Burial:||||||||||||||||||||||
Her face showing the look of fear, she began questioning Arial. What next? First, we stumble upon a grave, notice it had been tampered with, watch a spirit rise from it, pray fervently… finally to see it resist and go back inside and now we stumble upon an attempted cover up? Arial, who would do this? I’m beginning to wonder if we should continue delving into this. Are our lives at stake here?
Arial’s furrow brow shows she is wondering hard about this. She was sure they’d get some sort of clarity here, but all they got was more confusion. Who would have come in here and crossed out the dates? And why? Wasn’t tampering with the grave enough?
This is an unsettling discovery, but not one that will scare her away from this mystery.
“I think this is something someone must answer to. We stumbled upon something that I do not think we should turn our backs on. These dates are crossed out, but it’s clear what month it was in.” Arial glances down at the lists of other names on the page. “The person who was laid to rest before this unknown grave was buried on the date: March 20th, 1457. The next date after this Unknown grave is March 22nd. So, he must have been buried on the 2oth or 21st of 1457.” This assumption doesn’t help much, though. Arial’s brows are still furrowed and she’s still looking down at the parchment, as if some answer or clue would appear.
Suddenly, one did. A thought so bizarre came to her mind that she almost didn’t want to voice it out, but feels she should.
“But its still puzzling,” she continues after a moment’s pause, a bit hesitantly. “There’s too many missing pieces. Who would have crossed these dates out and who would want to mess with the grave? I know this may sound foolish and crazy but… I think we should speak to the spirit again. As you have said, he is trying to reach out to us… maybe we can get him to talk to us?”
One in her position shouldn’t be meddling with graves or the dead, but she can’t help but think that the only way to solve this is to speak to the spirit, no matter how crazy or unsafe it may seem.
In response to Arial, Dawn simply shook her head. I don’t have inkling as to who would have altered the death records, I wish I did.
She glanced around the church office, turning her body in every which direction, hoping to see something, a clue perhaps… something the person responsible may have left behind.
Dawn looked up and spoke, but with an unsteadiness in her voice. She was frightened and didn’t try to hide it. Arial had an expression on her face to match that of Dawn’s. Your idea may seem foolish and crazy to most people, but not to me. This spirit reached out to us, he didn’t try to hurt us… albeit he did try to frighten us until he discovered who held the upper hand. Dawn smiled as she looked up into the heavenly sky.
We are in this together… to the end! I won’t leave your side, Arial! So… let’s lock up the church office and head back to the unknown grave. Dawn let out a silly laugh. I sure wish I had a crystal ball right about now; we’re treading on some unexplained ground here and it’s definitely creepy… yet exciting!
Arial was relieved that Dawn didn’t think she was crazy for wanting to talk to this spirit.
“I am glad you feel the same way as I do. The spirit is troubled, that is why he is acting the way he is. I feel you and I can help the spirit out in some way. He is a valuable piece to the puzzle. Thankfully we have the Almighty on our side. He’ll guide us well.
“I think we should say a quick prayer to Jah before heading back to the cemetery. A prayer to thank him for his guidance and protection.”
Once Dawn has agreed to the prayer Arial takes her hand begins with closed eyes.
“Dear Heavenly father,
“Thank you for Your guidance and protection though out this investigation. We hope You will continue to help us and guide us in the right direction so that this spirit can rest peacefully.
“Dear Father, please keep Your protective light around us while we enter the cemetery once again to speak to the spirit. May Your love and guidance strengthen us so that we can talk to this spirit with ease, and so that no harm will be done unto us.”
Arial pauses for a moment as another thought for prayer enters her mind. She soon continues.
“Dear Father, I ask one more thing of You. Please, let the spirit know we are on our way and that we would like to speak calmly to him, and that we do not want to do him harm.
“Thank you again Father, Your light and love are both great.
“I say all this in the name of the Father, the Son Christos, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
Arial feels light once again after her prayer. She feels at ease about entering the cemetery again. She hopes Dawn feels the same.
“I feel better about going now. I am certain that things will go very well,” she tells Dawn as she releases her hand.
She then places the List of the Dead back in the normal place she keeps it.
Once things were in their right places Arial says a quick protection prayer from robbers. She does not want the office broken into again. For extra protection, Arial makes sure to lock the office before her and Dawn leave the church.
Feargus is tossing and turning, trapped in his grave. He was stagnant before, accepting the defeat when the lasses sent him back to the grave, but something has disturbed him.
A tickling sensation is felt inside him. Never has he had any sort of feeling in death, only the light feeling of emptiness. What is this feeling?
He lets out a growl in annoyance. He realizes what this feeling is.
Someone be callin’ fer me. Someone waunts to speek wid me. Another soft growl is let out. I h’ve neethin t’say to ’em. They best leave me be!
The tossing does not settle. He is angry at this feeling. It’s uncomfortable for him, he needs to get out.
Soon he can not take it anymore. He rises with anger from his grave. The smell of sulfur enters the air again; a familiar smell to let whoever it is who is bugging him know that he is there and not happy.
While waiting outside the church office, Dawn could have sworn she saw a shadow run past the door just as Arial was pulling it closed to lock. Her fingers trembled as she brought her hands up to rub her upper arms. Coldness ran through her body. Thoughts danced through her head. Should I mention to Arial what I just saw? Did I really see anything? Is my imagination playing games with me? Arial turned around to face Dawn. She looked at peace. I’m not going to say anything to her… not yet!
Hoping to settle her uneasiness, Dawn sent Arial a playful wink. All set to go back to the cemetery and raise the dead? She nudged Arial and laughed… running ahead of her. Stopping abruptly, she turned to see Arial catching up.
A droplet of water hit her face; she looked upwards at the sky as she wiped it away, noticing clouds were forming. Rain is definitely on its way, Arial. I hope it doesn’t storm, at least not tonight. A return visit to the cemetery, rainstorms and spirits don’t mix… and I don’t mean the drinking kind of spirits.
Just ahead… the cemetery. The gate swung open without a sound. Dawn took Arial by the hand, both taking a deep breath. Looking straight ahead, Dawn whispered…It’s all around us again… the scent of evil!
As Arial turned away from the office door she noticed, for a brief moment, that something startled Dawn. She was about to ask what startled her, but as soon as she was about to Dawn playfully nudged her and ran off.
Arial laughed as Dawn ran up a head of her. It felt good to laugh and to be in good spirits at times like these, especially on this strange day.
Dawn was already to the exit of the church by the time Arial got to her. Arial could smell the sent of rain entering the church through the open door. Arial frowns at the thought of it storming on this particular night, but it is England and it does happen frequently.
“I hope it doesn’t rain too hard. Hope it holds off until we get to speak to the spirit.” Arial didn’t fully believe her words. She knows it will most likely rain hard, but her and Dawn can handle it. It’s just a little rain…
A shadow caught the corner of her eye. She looked back inside the church but found nothing but a pleasant emptiness. Maybe Dawn saw this same shadow?
Dawn walked a bit a head, expecting Arial to follow. Arial does soon follow, but only after a few moments of hesitation. She was almost afraid to leave the church, as if someone will disturb it in their absence. Arial brushes off these feelings for now. She and Dawn have something important to do. They can investigate the church once they were done in the cemetery if they wished.
Arial hurriedly catches up to Dawn. They soon Arrive to the cemetery.
The chilling unpleasant smell that can only be described as evil has entered the atmosphere of the cemetery. She appreciates Dawn’s hand in hers. It gave her comfort. She squeezes Dawn’s hand for one quick moment before they walk through the gates.
Rain begins to fall upon their heads. It is more than a sprinkle, but less than a pour. It’s tolerable for now. Soon they were at the Unknown grave. The one darker than the rest. A tingling feeling is felt once again in her. This feeling signaled that the spirit is present. An unsteady feeling in her told her that the spirit wasn’t happy being disturbed again.
“We come here in peace, spirit. We do not want to cause you harm. We have a few things to ask, and would like you to answer them if you can.” Arial speaks these words calmly.
A suspenseful silence is felt for a long moment. Arial jumps as a loud roar from the spirit is let out. She holds close to Dawn.
“ROAR! WHO YE THINK YE AR’! DISTURBIN’ ME AGAIN! WAT MAKES YE THEENK I WANT TO TALK TO YE! I HATE YE LASSES! GIVE ME BONES BAUCK!” Feargus roars as loud as he can.
He rushes forward, sending a cold air towards them. He doesn’t harm them, just does this for fright.
Lightening strikes up a head, thunder rolls.
The spirit’s mighty roar traumatized Dawn at first… then a certain strength came over her and she moved forward toward the grave marked UNKNOWN and began to challenge the spirit.
You hate us? She asked the spirit, then repeating herself… Did I just hear you say that you hated us? Dawn eyeballed the spirit with fire in her eyes. Excuse me, Mr. Fierce Sounding One, but we are here to help you and quit telling us to give your bones back! We never stole the darn things!! and… maybe we don’t wish to talk to you either!! So stop trying to be all huffy and puffy and start behaving nicely!
Dawn stepped back, with her arms folded, not caring if she made the spirit angrier.
Fearghus laughs at her. He likes her spunk. His anger begins to leave him.
“Ye mayn’t hauve, but a lass not so different theen ye did! Ye waunt t’talk t’me den taulk. Ye got me attention by standin’ up to me.
His calmness stills the air. The smell begins to fade, but the rain keeps coming down.
Arial smiles when Dawn steps up to the spirit. She knew that he was nothing but a loud mouth, he proved that by immediatly calming after Dawn told him off.
“I see that you are just loud. Our assumptions were right,” says Arial as Dawn stands beside her. “We do not want to be here, at all. We are trying to help you. If you cooperate we can help solve this puzzle. Yelling and screaming about bones does not help us. We do not mess with graves. We appreciate the dead and do not want to do them harm.”
Arial smiles as calmness enters the atmosphere. She doesn’t mind that it is still raining.
“We came here with questions that we’d like you to answer if you are able. I’ll begin… What is your name and where in scotland are you from? Do you have any idea how you may have gotten here?” Arial asks these questions with curiosity in her eyes as she stares at the grey mist before them.
If he had a body he would be glaring at these two lasses. He wants to yell at the lady with the orange hair, just for the fact it is that color. He doesn’t, though. He realizes they want to help him. He does want help. He wants to escape this grave and for this nightmare to be over.
He decides to speak to them.
“Me name’s Feargus. Fearghus of Galloway. I neva haud a family dat could be rememba’d. Me town ar’ thee towns o’ Galloway, every one of ‘em. They weer me streets I loved to wilk. Who’ver streenger had the guts to wilk thee streets in Galloway in me time haud no lauck of gittin’ away unharmed. If theey did git away, it was veery empty haunded. No stranger to me Scotland woulda been able to enter Galloway. Ye Englishmun weer me enemies! Why em I heera!? I’ll tell ye why! Because a filthy evil lass took me heera!
“One dee’ I was doin me normeel patrols around Kirkcudbright, thee town I spent mos‘ me later dees in. I runnd into a beeutful lass. I knew she wausn’t from around heera for I kneew everyon‘ o‘ thee locals. Thee colar of her hai’ was of a summer’s sunset. Reddish orange colora. I kneew she musta haud some sort o’ Scottish blud in her. Her skeen was thee fairest I’ve seen in long a time. This tol’ me thaut she’s no seasoned traveler. She neva told me her name, but I was foolish enoof to tell her mine! I wees always a fool around thee lasses. Thaut’s why I neva haud one.
“I kneew thee evil lass only three dees! She took up me time, thee time I coulda been stealing form thee filthy Englishmun! UGH me steel fuming’ ova eet.”
He stays quiet for a bit as he remembers the pitiful time.
“Thaut third dee’,” he continues. “She, wit her fake innoceent smile an’ voice, asked me to traveel wit her to England. I’d only had to pass throo only a coople towns an’ Thaut I coold leeve when I felt leek it. Me gut told me to saya no! Me whole bein’ said NO, NO, NO!
“Her eeys of golden honey stooped me from sayin no. Me said aye instead!”
He let’s out a long wailing scream.
“Why did I leestin to her! If I didn’ I wouldn’t be heera! Resting trapped in a grave in filthy England!”
“Ye ask how I got heera. I’ll tell ye how I got heera!”
“Once we was outa Galloway we passed throo Egremont. Thaut town was fine, I spent me time by theer lake, ignorin’ anyone who dared speak to me. When we reached thee awful town o’ Keswick… I haud no chance of escaping it. Heer was wheen I foond out the true colar o’ her skeen.
“She tricked me. She had it planned. As we’re leavin, four big meen, bigger Thaun I, and I was thee tallest, biggest, man in Galloway! How she feend bigga mun Thaun me! UGH! Filthy evil here he mumbles something unpleasant. She had em keel me! KEELED ME! Stab’d me. I didn’ die fas’. I git stab’d three times in thee cheest, an’ beat badly too. I drugged me self for miles, through a nigh’ an’ part of a dee. I took me las’ breeth at the gates of this town.
“Ye know what else!? The filthy bleep lauf’d thee ‘ole time! ]”I was bein‘ attacked!” He lets out a growl that sounded as if he was kicking himself for being ignorant enough to let a lass do what this one did to him. “She seed a peculiar thing thou,” He continues after the growl, “before the first stab. Her words were: You will roo the day you hurt my family and stole what’s precious to me, long after your death.
“I hauve no idea what the ‘ell she waus taulkin’ aboot. I stole so many things from so many travelers, how waus I suppose t’know whaut she waunted? He lets out a growl that vibrates the earth. “I HATE YE WOMUN!”
He rushed toward the women, but stopped only inches from them. He stayed close enough for them to fill his cold, lifeless, being. Still, he continues to speak.
“I’ve speent three years now in thees grave in thees town! Me life was taken prematurely. I neva did pass on. I waunt me revenge first! I waunt her to pay for what she has done! But course, I can’t do anytheeng to her! She took me bones three nights ago! I screamed, I caused a storm even, but still nothing stopped her to do what she did. She took me bones! She said some words I couldn’t understand from an ancient book. She thre some sort of sulfuric water upon me grave. It sunk into the ground, so now I let off this sulfuric smell wheen I rise!
His voice turned calm. An ice cold calm that would chill even the toughest of bones. “Ye find the wench who did this to me.”
Dawn couldn’t believe her ears, glancing from the spirit to Arial, the sound of his blaring voice spilling the details of his demise seemed to echo throughout the cemetery. Once he finished, something still seemed unbefitting to her. She shook her head and rolled her eyes before speaking to the mist.
That’s quite an earful… Fearghus, is it? How are we to know you’re telling us the truth? You’ve readily admitted that you’re a robber. Maybe you’re a liar too? She glanced at Arial who was standing beside her before directing her attention back to the spirit. Could it be that you’re making up this entire “find the wench that did this to me” sob story to find some willing person to scour the cemetery or countryside for these so called missing bones… merely for you to become “whole” again? Are you so powerless without them? Maybe your bones weren’t stolen at all but taken purposely to make sure you can never cause evil again!
Dawn placed her hands on her hips and turned to the Bishop. I’m sorry, Arial, this doesn’t sound right… he’s going to have to come up with more than just a story to get me to believe all this. A glimmer came into her eyes. For all we know… this could be some sort of witchcraft!!
He is outraged by the lass’s words.
“How dare ye taulk t’me as if I am a liar! I am no liar! The evil lass did steal me bones! Get them bauck! Somehow… Get them bauck!”
He moves backforth over his grave in almost desperation. “I need me bones bauck! How am I to pass on without ’em?” He has no idea how to convince these lasses that what he is saying is the truth.
He waits for the red-head to speak. Maybe she’ll have something to say that’ll give him a bit of hope.
Arial listened intently to the soul. Though his words were touching, in a way, they didn’t make sense. Arial polity listened without interruption, anyway. Though she did want to interrupt many times and question his words. Almost wanted to maliciously laugh at him when he sent them both cold shivers, as if he thought he could still put fear into them. But Arial is bigger than that and wont laugh at a helpless soul.
Dawn spoke first, and her thoughts were similar to Arial’s. The spirit who calls himself Feargus speaks again, but his words don’t change Arial’s thoughts. Arial turns her attention towards Dawn before focusing again on the soul before them.
“Yes, you are probably right Dawn. It doesn’t sound believable to me either. For one who didn’t want to speak to us, he sure did have a lot to say. And admitting one is a robber is a bit careless to me… why should a robber be helped out? And revenge? Revenge isn’t something to get, even after death.” She turns again back to the spirit Feargus. “So why should we help you spirit? You have told us nothing but a bunch of babble. You seems too… unorganized. One minute you are mad, angry, next minute you are pouring your heart out to a couple of “lasses” that you supposedly “hate”. If you hated us so much, you wouldn’t have spoken so much. You try to sound tough in your blaring voice, but you seem nothing but scared and lost. So what is it? Why are we here? To get your stolen bones back? Well, sure. Someone stole your bones. Why should it matter now? I am beginning to think they deserve to be stolen with the words you use.”
Arial turns away from the spirit in disgust. She no longer has pity for him. She just wants him gone. “Dawn, I believe too that this is definitely witchcraft. Maybe the lady – if it was even a lady – stole his bones in order to keep him here so that he cannot harm others, or maybe she just stole them to get her revenge on him. Either way, witchcraft is a crime that shouldn’t go unpunished. I do not think we need to search the countryside for the person who did this to him. I think the solving of this puzzle is almost complete. The answer is probably right under our nose.” Arial remembers the shimmer of a shadow at the corner of her eye as they were leaving the church, and once looking back seeing nothing but an empty church.
Dawn glared unsympathetically at Fearghus whilst he bellowed about not being a liar…but she didn’t say a word in return. With her back to him, she continued her conversation with Arial like there wasn’t a third party. She lowered her voice to nearly a whisper and walked with Arial a few steps away so he couldn’t eavesdrop.
Remember when we were about to leave the church to again check the unknown grave in an attempt to coax the spirit to talk? Dawn took a deep breath… and looked around her… well… as you pulled the door closed, with the key ready to lock up… I could have sworn I saw a dark figure running across the room. I chose not to mention it at the time because we were already so wrapped up with what happened early in the day, plus finding the death records. Taking another deep breath… she added, I honestly thought the events of the day were playing tricks with me.
Dawn noticed Arial’s expression carried a faraway look as she spoke to her… as if nothing she was saying was sinking in or her mind was elsewhere. She gave Arial a quick hug and asked, are you alright?
The spirit’s mumblings about “feeling unwanted” distracted Dawn for a moment and she glanced over to see him still pacing over his grave. He caught her brief stare and quickly began to cough and make gasping noises like he was choking and about to die. Oh for Pete’s sake… BE QUIET OVER THERE… In case you’ve forgotten, Fearghus… YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD!! Besides… I’m more concerned with Arial at the moment… she’s the one who doesn’t look well.
Lost in thought is Arial, but she still comprehends Dawn’s words. She takes a few moments to collect her thoughts before responding to Dawn. Dawn’s words made her nervous. She was hoping what she saw was just a figment of her imagination, but of course – as her instincts where telling her – it seems to be something more than just an illusion. She comes more to her senses when Dawn hugs her. She returns the hug and smiles smally.
“I am fine, thanks. Just… taking in what you have told me is all,” says she still with her small smile.
She ignores the restless spirit who is still mumbling something under his breath. His restlessness makes Arial uncomfortable, but she ignores him the best she can without giving him much thought. She takes a few moments to collect her thoughts before responding to Dawn.
“I saw something similar as we were exiting the church,” she finally responds. We should go at once and figure out what it was.” Arial hopes no harm has been done to the church in their absence.
Dawn could see worry and fear etched on Arial’s face as she spoke of her similar sighting at the church. Do you think someone is still there? Surely he was hiding, waiting for us to leave so he could leave too. She waited for Arial to reply, but her mind seemed to be churning, like she had other ideas.
The air was turning chillier as Dawn looked about the cemetery. Arial, have you noticed the rain stopped as quickly as it started? She didn’t find that too odd, but suddenly the sound of dogs howling could be heard in the distance. She turned around to check on Fearghus, but found he had settled back down inside his grave. That’s peculiar, all of a sudden he quieted down, she thought.
Something in her brain twitched… … Oh my goodness… I just had a thought! The dogs… do you think Fearghus is afraid and sunk back within his grave? The howling… maybe it isn’t dogs, but wolves!!
I think you’re right, Arial, we need to leave at once!
There was a stillness in the air. Arial looked up to the sky and noticed it was grey still, but no rain was falling any longer.
The wolves are heard in the distance, a sound that’s not common here. It can only mean one thing… something is not good.
“You are right,” she says to Dawn in a voice that showed an uneasiness to the atmosphere, but it still was calm. “The rain has stopped, and Feargus has settled back into his grave abrutly. That could only mean something evil – really evil not just a bad boy – is near.” She immediately thinks of the church.
Her voice turns to worry. “Let’s go now!” she takes Dawn’s hand, holding it as if Dawn would stray or disappear, though she knows Dawn wouldn’t do such a thing. She tries to walk casually toward the church, but her pace isn’t so slow.
Wolves are heard more loudly, this time close to the church.
Arial gasps as they reach the church. The church door is open, she knows she did not open it. She lets go of Dawn’s hand and rushes to the open door.
What she finds inside shocks her. Standing before her in the entrance is a wolf. He looks at her with calm dark eyes that are unblinking.
Arial doesn’t move. She stands there staring at the wolf. “Dawn,” whispers Arial. “I think this was something worse than we thought.”
Suddenly there was laughter inside the church; malicious, unfriendly laughter. As if someone was mocking them.
The laughter sounded as if it came from a male.
So many feelings ran through Dawn’s body as she and Arial hastened back to the church, fear being the most prominent, but never did she expect to be greeted by a wolf. Be careful… she cried, as Arial ran to the entrance and stood before the wolf. A loud hideous laugh bellowed from inside the church. Startled, all she could think was… Jah, what have we gotten ourselves into? Whatever it is, please help us out!
Dawn gently took two steps forward to reach Arial’s side. Whatever is about to happen, we’ll face it together, she whispered to Arial. Without warning, the wolf lowered its head and lay down at their feet, humble like a lamb. The wolf recognizes Arial’s importance within the church, she thought. They looked at each other… sighing relief.
Yet…still… the malevolent laughter rang from inside the church! A demon… has to be, Dawn thought. Arial, is it within your divine power to break witchcraft curses and spells? I’m willing to bet that Fearghus was tricked into his early demise.
Dawn also wondered if she and Arial may have angered a higher source from within the witchcraft/demon realm when they didn’t place any worth on Fearghus’ tale of woe, thus the demon was attempting to sweep them up inside his own world.
Dawn recalled that even as a child living in Greece, she heard rumors… how thunderstorms, wolves and spirits played an immense factor where witchcraft and demons were concerned. But… she knew that she and Arial had to remember that someone had definitely ransacked the church looking for the death records and upon finding them, they were altered. Now the questions… Friend or foe? Who or what?
Arial was relieved when the wolf lowered his head and layed down beside her and Dawn’s feet. She was glad that it was not possessed, and only placed there to startle them.
Arial smiles at Dawn. She’s glad to have her near. Arial knows that Dawn’s soul is good and strong. Both of them together can conquor this. It will be over soon.
“I have never delt with witchcrafts, nor to break curses, but maybe I can still get this demon out of here. Demon’s work on fear. If we stand up to him, he can soon pass.”
But what about the bones? this thought wonders into Arial’s mind right after she spoke those words. This thought makes her remember something she heard as a child.
“I have heard about curses and spells in the past. If an object is cursed we need to find it and destroy it. I think Feargus was sucked into something he could not get out of, even through death. He took the wrong path in life, and death he followed that path. Maybe he did state one truth… maybe his bones were stolen.”
The laugh breaks out again, and with it brings a strange wind inside the church; causing the stainglass windows to shutter and crosses to jiggle on their hinges. A voice is heard, loud and harsh sounding.
Malevolence thundered his resounding voice out to the church entrance.
LEAVE NOW BEFORE I SEND YOU TO THE SAME CULMINATION AS FEARGHUS!! GUILELESS WOMEN YOU ARE!!! ARE YOU SO INNOCENT AS TO BELIEVE HIS BONES COULD BE MISSING OR THAT THERE REALLY IS A BODY BURIED IN THE CEMETERY? FOOLISH WOMEN!! DO YOU NOT RECOGNIZE THAT JUST AS HUMAN ANGELS WALK THE EARTH, HUMAN DEMONS WALK ALSO?
Malevolence’ voice hovered over Arial and Dawn.
YOU OVER THERE, THE RED GLOWING HAIRED ONE!! YOU ARE UNBREAKABLE! YOUR AURA IS SAINTLY AND DEVOUT WITH STRENGTH! FEARGHUS HASN’T ANY POWER AGAINST YOU. AND YOU, THE GOLDEN HAIRED ONE! YOU’RE VIRTUOUS AND RESPECTABLE WITH GUSTO!! YOUR AURA SHINES WITH GOODNESS. FEARGHUS COWERS WHEN NEAR YOU.
Dawn stepped back as soon as the powerful voice rang throughout the church. She felt like today was going to be her last day on earth.
The wolf that was once lying docile was now on all fours, his eyes a radiant red, like fire.
Unexpectedly, Dawn grabbed her stomach and bent forward. Arial, I… I… think I’m going to be sick. She slumped to the floor, her hand reaching out to Arial.
AHAHAHAHA JUDGE FOR YOURSELF HOW I CAN WEAKEN THE PUREST OF THE GOOD!!
NOW, NAME YOUR FATE, FAIR RED HAIRED ONE!!
A shiver of fear ran down her spine when she heard the voice, but as the spirit’s words sunk in the cold fear turned into hot anger. She hated being proven wrong, and almost is kicking herself for being foolish enough to fall into this trap… Especially when Dawn had warned her that it may be one…
Dawn! Arial lets out a gasp when Dawn clenches her stomach and falls to the floor, quickly going pale. Arial rushes over to her and takes her hand. She looks down at Dawn worriedly. The laughter of the Demon angers her more.
Then the demon speaks to her.
She looks to the entrance with glaring eyes. She can not see the demon, but knows he is around here.
“STOP you demon from the under world! You have no power here! LEAVE! In the name of the Father and the Son whose protection surrounds this place. YOU will not win o’ demon.”
Arial, who has no bible with her, only her beads of Christos stands up, but stays near to Dawn. She holds up the beads high in the air and begins speaking a chant in Latin; one that she has not learned in her ethics or theology course. She is using forbidden language; a forbidden chant long banned from the church. She was desperate to try anything… anything to get rid of this Demon and to save Dawn. It was as if something unknown felt her desperation and helped her out, by sending her this chant from long ago…
It was an old pagan chant. She doesn’t know this, though. She doesn’t know that it’s an ancient pagan chant, she just thinks its another prayer from the Bible that she forgot she knew… It’s as if someone else is speaking through her.
The voice of Malevolence swarmed and encircled Arial.
HAHAHA FAIR RED HAIRED ONE, YOU CAN CHANT FROM NOW UNTIL DOOMSDAY! HAHAHAHAHA YOU CANNOT OVER POWER ME, MY BEING IS TOO MAJESTIC FOR YOU!!!!!
Without warning, the air felt enriched, sharing a crisp garden-fresh scent. The wolf disappeared; the voice of Malevolence was no longer heard.
A kind, compassionate voice swathed the Church.
Blessed be my children. Your love, faith and devotion will carry you to safety. Go now and be well! I will bestow upon Malevolence his just punishment.
A loud spinning sound filled the church, growing faint…. as its presence faded away…..
A perplexed expression covered Dawn’s face as she gained her strength, raising up to her feet slowly. She stood beside Arial , casting her eyes into hers, without uttering a word.
Arial ignored the demon’s harsh laughter and words. She continued her chant that came from deep within, as if another was in her saying these words. Ignoring the pressure that was around her do to the demon trying to enter her.
Just as soon as the chanting began, which was only minutes though felt like hours, the demon was quiet. A fresh spring morning smell entered the church, bringing a lightness in the air. Then the sweetest voice was heard.
|Blessed be my children. Your love, faith and devotion will carry you to safety. Go now and be well! I will bestow upon Malevolence his just punishment.|
A lightness filled Arial, a lightness like she has never felt before. She then open her eyes which were closed. Once her eyes were open she found Dawn looking at her in dismay.
“What?” she asks in a perplexed voice to Dawn. “I hope you are alright. I was worried there for a bit. I am glad my prayer worked after all. Amazing isnt it? And that heavenly voice. It pays to be on the path of Good. Those demons will get what they deserve. Our church and cemetary are once again safe I feel.” A peaceful smile appears on Arial’s lips now.
Dawn smiled back at Arial, who looked as though a halo was resting above her head. I believe in the power of prayer, but it is you that I find amazing! She hugged her friend tight. Do you realize that not once did you falter or back away from the demon? Her eyes brightened up and seemed to carry a smile as big as the one on her face. Arial, do you remember when we first started walking though the cemetery? I asked if you ever thought about your future. I think it’s pretty safe to say… that you, without a doubt, chose the right path!
All at once, the day seemed glorious. Shooting Arial a wink, Dawn threw her head back and laughed. Shall we go home? I know a shortcut… through the cemetery!!
Arial hugs Dawn warmly, lingering a little bit longer. She is glad that Dawn’s safe and didn’t get hurt by the Demon’s.
“Yes I do feel that I have chosen the right path, especially now. It’s funny how instincts kick in at times of danger. I was frightened though… Of the demons. It was anger that kept me from showing it. I don’t like being proven wrong, and the demons proved us both wrong.” Arial laughs lightly.
She laughs again when Dawn mentions a “short cut through the cemetary”. “I think taking a short cut through the cemetery is a wonderful idea.”