《The First Deities》 Chapter 1: A Jar of Honey This was probably the hundredth time I¡¯ve walked to the house. I would do so once every morning as the sun was rising and the sky a mix of hazy reds. That same early light lit the narrow path that leads to a house, hidden by thick trees and heavy scented smells of rotting wood. Wild plants grew around it and would otherwise trick others into believing the road led nowhere. That¡¯s why of the many times I¡¯ve walked the path, this was the first time I didn¡¯t go alone. There was a young girl in her late teens pacing ten or so steps ahead of me, wearing unkempt clothing, used and wrinkly. Her hair seemed to be the one thing she treasured with its dark hue and nice shine under the early light of the sun. I wasn¡¯t sure if she knew I was behind her. It might have been the wind, maybe even the cicadas singing so early in the day that made my steps hard to discern. I greeted her. She turned, almost a second close to tripping and regaining her balance as I walked past. ¡°Who are you?¡± she asked, and I heard a uneasiness in her tone. I wasn¡¯t here to harm her if that¡¯s what she was getting at. I would look around on the side of the road for a puddle to see if I had a scary face, but it hasn¡¯t rained in months. ¡°Ah¡ªumm¡­¡± I didn¡¯t actually know what to say, yet I wanted to smile but couldn¡¯t. Still, I continued walking with her now behind. This was the first time someone turned to look at me when I spoke. ¡°I have never seen you in town before,¡± she said. ¡°Are you heading to the house?¡± I asked. ¡°¡­ Are you the owner?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know who owns the place,¡± I said, pulling out a thin fishing string from my pocket. ¡°I¡¯m going fishing. There¡¯s a river behind the house.¡± ¡°You¡¯re going fishing¡­¡± she said, ¡°with just a fishing line?¡± ¡°I need it to replace the old one that snapped,¡± I answered. ¡°I have my fishing supplies near the river.¡± She wouldn¡¯t say anything after that, and we had already arrived near the entrance, so I guessed this was where we split paths. ¡°You should come see the fish. They have beautiful colors.¡± I walked around the house and she stayed by the front door that had pieces of wood missing, and moss growing on the sides. The last thing I saw was her bowing goodbye. * * * I bowed and realized I didn¡¯t even get his name. I sighed and waited a few minutes to be safe, then opened the door that was followed by a high screech of metal at the hinges, accompanied by a smell of aging bronze. One step in, and the floor creaked in pain. The place was rather small with a narrow hallway leading to the kitchen and a backdoor next to it. One room on each side and dirt falling with every movement I made. I checked both rooms, but found that only layers of untouched dust covered everything; dark spots underneath the layers of it where the feet of a bed likely stood on. The one thing that changed in the last months was my own feet leaving prints the moment I entered. In the kitchen, plates, pans, wooden cups, even a spoon and fork waited in the sink just to be washed by a never returning owner. There was also a closet standing tall next to the sink, and when I opened it, I couldn¡¯t help but feel relief. There were small things, fishing bait of different shapes and color, even a pair of fishing poles that stood side by side. That man from before did say that there was a river nearby. The wood on the poles seemed ready to break. The lures too personal for me to consider selling. I looked around one last time and found nothing in the fireplace but soot where things were once cooked. There was a cabinet over the sink, a bit high for me to reach unless I climbed the sink itself, and so I did. I opened the cabinet to find two jars of honey! Still golden and clear. The price these could fetch brought out a smile in me, but one that lasted only an instant as I noticed a shadow next to mine. I froze in place the moment I looked back. It was him! It was him! His eyes were looking towards the shelf and at the honey. ¡°I¡ªI,¡± I couldn¡¯t help but stutter. I looked down to where his feet were supposed to be, but all I saw was the floor where my footprints marked on the floor. My hands shook over the jar of honey. He didn¡¯t breath, he didn¡¯t move an inch, and this was more than enough to shut my eyes tightly and convince myself I was alone. He isn¡¯t here. I waited and waited, and finally, I opened my eyes. He was there, eyes full of pain and falling to his knees. I got off the sink and ran to the front door, looking back to see him vanish, also briefly catching a glimpse of something dark. * * * ¡°Find anything useful?¡± asked an old man, who was selling items, trinkets, and anything of value behind a stall like many others on the streets. I nod. People passed by taking quick glances at what was being sold. ¡°There was a ghost in the house. I couldn¡¯t take what I found and just ran,¡± I replied. The old man let out a chuckle. ¡°Yes, but it can¡¯t hurt you,¡± he said. I glared at him and he sighs. I know spirits can¡¯t hurt me. ¡°It was most certainly a man that you saw in that old house, correct?¡± I nod again. ¡°Then that must have been Daiko. I remember folks said they found blood by his kitchen sink, but the man was nowhere to be found.¡± ¡°So, his spirit?¡± ¡°Just proves he died,¡± he said. ¡°Confirmation for a man unknown to be missing or dead.¡± ¡°Then,¡± I said, ¡°what I saw?¡± ¡°His last moments, I¡¯m sure,¡± said the old man. ¡°If you spoke with him, then you were lucky. I hear stories of people able to speak with a spirit for a very short time. The rest, well spirits won¡¯t react to change.¡± ¡°How long until he stops repeating?¡± ¡°He could be doing so for the rest of eternity, or it could be until someone finds his body and burns it,¡± he said. ¡°And also.¡± ¡°What?¡± I asked, the old man turned to look at me. ¡°Be sure to take care of those eyes,¡± he said. ¡°There are people out there that would kill to be able to see and speak with spirits, and are even crazy enough to steal your eyes while you still draw breath to pluck them out fresh. You must keep that a secret.¡± We finished the conversation, more so that I was speechless. We parted ways. I made my way past the crowds buying whatever met their fancy, like the small fine strips of fresh fish, or spices that were shipped in the early hours, all until I was near one of the back alleys. Then I found myself about to bump into a small girl. Or so I thought, there wasn¡¯t a clash of body to body, instead theirs goes right through me as I was about to apologize. I couldn¡¯t help but stare as she continued with her business and walking through whatever got in her way. I didn¡¯t know what made me so afraid back then, when I saw Daiko in the kitchen, that I would freeze in place as if my body wasn¡¯t my own. Just thinking about it had my hands shaking. I went to sleep that night and caught a measly four hours of it. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. * * * I started walking this path again, just like every morning. I could deviate slightly from my path, but there was always this compelling force to keep me on track and on time. If I were free from this, I would want to walk into town and ask about myself, about who I was. It would be great if could see something different from the same road and dirt, that one tree that always waited for me at the end of the road near the house, and even the same fishing pole I¡¯d find myself trying to fix. After that, I could never remember what happened next. I returned to the same start of the road and make my way up in this infinite morning that had no end in sight. If anything, the only thing I saw differently were footsteps from yesterday¡¯s walk embedded on the ground, partially erased by the wind. There were two sets of them, one going to the end towards the house, and another set that was easier to see and more spaced out from one foot to the other, as if she were running. These could only belong to her. Now I wished I knew her name. Just thinking about our short conversation made me happy. It¡¯s also the first thing that has made me feel¡­ alive. I stopped. I looked down just to be sure, and saw indeed that I wasn¡¯t moving an inch. That doesn¡¯t happen. Ever. * * * He stopped. Daiko didn¡¯t move and hadn¡¯t noticed I was following behind. He looked down to the ground and vanished. I looked around and saw him farther up the road, and I caught up. We reached the house and Daiko continued walking around as he did before. He made it look easy by passing through the tall grass and plants, and as I followed, my shirt was caught by the greenery that has made this place home. By then we reached an area with dry and cracked dirt that seemed to wish for water. Daiko was looking at his tools, no doubt the kind I couldn¡¯t touch. He proceeded to remove the old fishing line and replace it, taking his time and making sure to roll the line into a circle until no string remained unrolled. This gave me time to really see him. Daiko¡¯s hair was a nice shade of brown. Some of the strands of hair were transparent at the ends, eyes grey and focused on what he was doing. He stopped, and turn in my direction. ¡°Daiko?¡± I said. His eyes paid no attention to me, not even a hint of surprise to see I was close by. I called out his name again, but he didn¡¯t react. ¡°I forgot my fishing bait,¡± he said, barely audible. He didn¡¯t look me in the eye at all to acknowledge my presence and instead he walked back to the house. I followed. He reached for the back door and grabbed the knob to turn it. It made no sound, nor did the door open. Daiko passed through it and when I went to grab for it, the door was locked. I ran past the tall grass and plants that were in the way as I made a run to the front door. I opened it and saw Daiko standing and facing the kitchen sink doing exactly what he did the last time I saw him. The room grew cold, and unlike last time, my hands shook violently though I knew I wasn¡¯t scared of Daiko. I was never afraid of spirits, but here I was, seeing something corrupt, dead, and malicious¡­ full of evil. Just behind Daiko, there was another spirit, only black and veiled in darkness. What are you? This thing, whatever it was, I could feel its presence strong, threatening, and disturbing. Then I noticed it holding something sharp, rising up high and plunging it towards Daiko¡¯s back, stabbing him more and more as Daiko fell to his knees. Daiko vanished¡­ but the spirit, that dark evil remained. It bent down and grabbed what seemed like nothing but empty space, but a second look I saw Daiko¡¯s body had returned fainter than before, showing his waist to his torso laying lifeless. The dark figure dragged Daiko through the backdoor. I walked to the kitchen and unlocked the door. It screeched open to let me see the dark spirit again. Daiko¡¯s body was laid down and the dark spirit began making a motion with its body, like it was digging under the house with every dig going deeper into the ground. This continued for another twenty minutes while I waited sitting by the door, then, the dark spirit shoved Daiko¡¯s body under the house, letting it pass smoothly through the dirt. They both vanish. I did my own digging, with sticks and a pan from the house, and within an hour I uncovered from a shallow depth.. Daiko¡¯s bones. His skull stuck out with pieces of dead skin in patches. Hair remained the same dark brown, but filled with the smell of earth and not the expected scent of rotting death. After another hour of digging, I was able to drag every piece of bone I had found under the house. ¡°This is Daiko,¡± I whispered. His whole body was displayed for me and I couldn¡¯t help but feel a little afraid just thinking that it would spring up and grab me. I then made a fire with sticks that were laying around and made sure his bones caught fire. I sat my back against the house and had knees to my chest. I was hungry and tired from digging with sweat dripping down my cheek, but even so it was worth it. Now he can rest without dying over and over again. I made sure every piece of bone burn by the hot flames, even the ones that failed to catch fire. * * * I slept soundly that night. I even woke before the sunrise, all so that I could wait on that road to see for myself. Daiko didn¡¯t show, just as I had hoped. This time I traveled the road to the house alone. My footprints visible from the times I had come here. It was quiet and starting to get cold as we were reaching the first days of snow in a month or so, and before that happens, I have to be sure to save up enough to make it through the season. I went for the kitchen and climbed on top of it, opened the cabinet and took my reward of honey. ¡°I remember,¡± I heard, and turned to see Daiko as he stood there by the kitchen sink. ¡°Thank you.¡± He smiled, then vanished. Chapter End. __________________________________ Author''s Note: Yes, I will be picking up the series and it will no longer be on-hold. For those of you have noticed, I have deleted the old chapters and will be uploading edited and newer versions. This also means that Royal Rebirth volume two will be on hold until The First Deities is finished. New changes include: - Longer chapters (the original first chapter was like a page long). - Minor changes in the story. - The first arc will be extended. Hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading. Version 3.2.1 (Just to keep track) Chapter 2: Dreaming of Spirits ¡°You burned every piece?¡± asked the old man. ¡°Every piece that I could find,¡± I said, taking my seat on the cold ground. The old man went on with selling his small wares and trinkets, little cups with carvings of animals, and finely cut pieces of wood painted with beautiful scenery. One in particular caught my eye, it was a ship sailing through a rough storm and neatly placed stars shining in its background. I looked away as soon as I saw how much the old man was selling it for. Nothing I could afford even if I saved for a month or two, not when food is more important. I took out my empty cup and held it out in front of me.¡°I haven¡¯t seen him since.¡± ¡°¡­ You won¡¯t get much silver or copper waiting this time around,¡± said the old man. In the next few hours, people came and went. Few stopped shortly to browse through what the old man was selling; fewer still paused to even look in my direction. It went like this until dusk, with the sun being replaced by lanterns hung on the streets and poles, fueled on one stick of wax and warning everyone to pack their things before there was nothing left to burn. ¡°I only got one bronze coin,¡± I looked into my cup. ¡°Is it going to be like this until spring?¡± ¡°Most likely,¡± he said, packing his things carefully into boxes. ¡°You should think about stocking up on food to pass the winter without worry.¡± ¡°No one is offering work,¡± I said. ¡°I don¡¯t want to steal anymore.¡± Just thinking about getting caught would make my stomach turn, and there was this chance that I wouldn¡¯t be welcomed in town anymore, not with the strict rules we have about living here. ¡°The last person caught stealing was left off with a warning,¡± said the old man, as if he had read my mind, ¡°a second time is what you should avoid.¡± I gave the old man the only coin I had, and in return he held out a loaf of bread. ¡°But that''s too much,¡± I said, eyes beaming and my heart telling me this wasn¡¯t right. The old man shoved the bread into my chest and wouldn¡¯t hear another word of it. ¡°That¡¯s all I can give you,¡± he said. ¡°I¡¯m grateful,¡± I told him, getting up and feeling my back ached from sitting all day. ¡°Thank you.¡± * * * That night I had a dream about Daiko fishing near the river, calmly waiting for something to take his bait. I had sat next to him and saw all the fish swimming in circles of colors, red, blue, yellow, and many others. We sat there without uttering a single word. I blinked once and Daiko was gone. A second blink and all the fish did the same. I tried keeping myself away from a third, but soon felt sharp flick hit my head waking me from a dream about to seemingly turn into a nightmare. There was a strong wing letting itself inside. Thick raindrops fell on my head and I saw the source coming from a whole in my ceiling. I sat up. My little house creaked and moved violently back and forth, as if wanting to give in to the will of the wind. I got out of bed and placed whatever was nearby on the bed sheet, tied it together and hurried outside. Just a moment after and the roof started cracking and crumbling onto itself until what remained was something I couldn''t call home. Thunder had struck somewhere in the nearby forests, forcing me to jolt in surprise. The cold rain had me shiver, and the only warmth had come from streaks of water falling down my cheeks. * * * I found myself in front of Daiko''s house, and surprised that his place could so easily withstand the storm as old and worn as the house was. When I opened the door the rain seeped inside, fallen drips of wetness mixed in with the dusty floor and the only moments of real visibility I had came from bouts of lightning. I couldn''t tell the shivering caused by the cold weather apart from the shaking fear in my hands, and I wanted to curse from the top of my lungs, just not in this house. Not in Daiko''s house. ¡°Daiko,¡± I whispered. There was nothing but the sound of rain drumming on the rooftop. In the dark there was this very faint light coming from his bedroom, moving away as I got closer. I opened the door and found a little bird hopping around as if searching for something. I reached for it. My fingers went through its brown feathers and it began chirping. If the bird''s spirit wanted to, I don''t think even thick sheets of metal or wood could stop it from flying away. I breathed in, and out. I wiped the floor in the room and made sure it was clean before bringing in my belongings. Of what remained, there was a set combs, scissors, a dress with washed out colors, some left-over bread that the old man had given me, and lastly the jar of honey I took from Daiko''s cabinet. I sat in the corner of the room, placed my knees to my chest and let my tears flow freely. The bird chirped and looked at the ceiling. There was nothing there but the it kept moving around and looking as if following something I couldn''t see. I dried my cheeks. The bird jumped and chirped like a child would after seeing their parent come home. Then instead of joy, the bird hopped and flapped its wings but it wasn''t enough to fly. From the bedroom door entered a cat. The spirit of one with its paws mostly transparent, and it eyed the bird as if looking at its dinner. I got between the two but the cat ignored me. ¡°Get out!¡± I yelled. The cat walked through me and I knew that trying to grab it would do nothing, but I still tried. The cat hissed loudly, ran outside the bedroom and vanished out the kitchen as I followed it. When I checked up on the bird, it was gone. The bedroom grew colder than before. Much like being in winter when the first sheets of snow-covered everything from the green pine trees around the forest, to the mountains and hills that were visible from the home I grew up. Except this cold wasn''t welcoming me to create snow angels. The only other thing that reminded me of this feeling was that thing I saw attacking Daiko. I ran towards the hallway and saw that the kitchen was empty. The dark spirit wasn''t there, but I could feel something new mixed in with the cold. Something bad. It was freezing, more intense like I was buried in deep in snow. I fell to my knees and felt something was trying to yank me out from my own body. I wanted to yell from the top of my lungs and ask for something to end me! It lasted only a second. I coughed, my eyes watered and faced heated. I slammed my fist to my thigh. ¡°Come on!¡± I yelled, struggling to balance myself against the wall, ¡°get up!¡± I heard a loud thump coming from Daiko''s bedroom. When my legs finally listened, I ran for the door not looking back. * * * The storm passed. I headed to the market, leaving all my stuff at Daiko''s. I found the old man selling different items from yesterday. Writing utensils, chiseled statues that can fit in my palm, and bracelets made of strings and rare pieces of colored shells I remembered to be considered good luck. Anything to keep my mind off of what happened at Daikos. I sat on my usual spot. ¡°You''re late,¡± said the old man. I held out my cup to people passing by. ¡°I heard rumors that a house in an alley had fallen on itself during the storm.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°It wouldn''t happen to be your house?¡± he asked. I''m sure he already knew but I still answered. ¡°Yeah..¡± I said, and he sighed. ¡°Don''t get yourself into trouble. The last thing I need is worrying over a homeless girl.¡± ¡°... Sorry.¡± I held my knees to my chest and placed one arm inside my shirt. ¡°Well,¡± said the old man. ¡°where are you living now? Can''t be that you stayed out in that bad weather?¡± ¡°I stayed at Daiko''s for a while,¡± I explained. ¡°No one lives there anymore. I think.¡± ¡°You think?¡± he asked. ¡°Did you see anything?¡± ¡°I don''t know,¡± I said, lowering my voice. ¡°I didn''t see anything.¡± Not a person. Nor a human spirit. ¡°Are you sure?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± I said. ¡°I''m sure.¡± ¡°Maybe you didn''t see it right.¡± ¡°My eyes are perfectly fine,¡± I said. ¡°Maybe you should get them checked out,¡± he said. ¡°Our eyes change over time, you know.¡± The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°I didn''t see anyone at the house!¡± I yelled, startling an old lady in front of me with a coin in hand, ready to drop it into my cup. She left and took her with her. ¡°Ah¡ªno, wait!¡± I got up, holding my cup to her. I saw everyone''s stares from all directions; I must have looked like a crazy person. I sat back on the ground and hid my face with my shirt above my head. ¡°Is there something wrong with my vision?¡± I asked. ¡°I''m the wrong person to ask,¡± he said. ¡°Usually, the more involved someone becomes with spirits, the more those same spirits become attached to those involved. Wanting for someone to see them.¡± ¡°So, what?¡± I said. ¡°My eyes are trying to keep me from seeing?¡± ¡°I don''t know,¡± he said. ¡°I heard this from a friend. He''s the town priest, perhaps you should ask him to help you.¡± ¡°Do I have to pay him?¡± ¡°No, no,¡± said the old man. ¡°Nothing like that. If anything, you''d be the one helping him.¡± ¡°How''s that?¡± ¡°He was the one we relied on to find Daiko. You see, Daiko was popular around town a few years ago. He would sell fish that others found hard to catch and made his living from that.¡± ¡°You knew him?¡± ¡°No,¡± said the old man. ¡°Those that knew him had a taste for fish. Unfortunately that excluded me. And when he didn''t come down to the market for a week, we thought something happened to him.¡± ¡°And.. what was found in his house...¡± I said. ¡°There was blood, just blood. That''s why we had the priest look into it when the search party was unable to find a body, but in the end he was never able to find Daiko either.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± I asked. ¡°He just never saw Daiko,¡± said the old man, ¡°I assumed it just never appeared.¡± ¡°His spirit?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± he said. ¡°We thought perhaps Daiko had nothing holding him back in this land and so the priest couldn''t be able to see Daiko.¡± ¡°But I saw him.¡± ¡°True. I never thought his body was so close,¡± the old man paused, and offered his hand to me as I used it to get up. ¡°So you''ll see the priest for help?¡± ¡°It''s better than waiting all day for nothing,¡± I said. ¡°And you won''t stop bothering me unless I do it.¡± ¡°I''m old,¡± he said. ¡°If add more to my worries, I''ll only shorten what little time we old people have. Just be sure to take care of yourself if you want me to live longer.¡± ¡°I will.¡± I left after getting directions to the priest. There were fewer people wandering the streets while the roads were just starting to dry. If anything, the gravel added on the street surface made it more pleasant to be out and not having to worry about our feet getting absorbed into the mud. I stopped. I saw the little ghost girl standing in the middle of the street. ¡°Hello?¡± I greeted her. Those little dark brown eyes she had moved to look at me. ¡°Can you see me?¡± she asked. I nodded. ¡°Can you really see me?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± I said, giving her a smile. ¡°Where were you headed?¡± Her eyes changed, like they had become hollow. She started walking, and I kept close making sure not to lose sight of her. We walked to one side of town for about ten minutes, passing block after block of houses. Blacksmiths were pounding their hammers, craftsmen were cutting large pieces of wood and making doors, tables, and chairs out of them. We reached a house and the girl passed through the door. I looked inside from the window and saw a family gathered around the fireplace. There was a framed painting of a girl with her name carved ¡°Lam,¡± it read. It looked just like the ghost girl. Flowers rested near the fire and candles were lit by the picture. Wax melted off the edge of the candle and fell down the floor. I saw Lam''s spirit standing in the middle of the room. Some of the more mature people were sitting while the younger ones were offering them drinks. Lam continued upstairs and never come back down. The front door of the house opened and before I knew it, I saw a bread flying at me and hitting my forehead. It was a very hard piece of bread as it left a my forehead stinging. ¡°Take the bread and leave!¡± yelled someone at the door. ¡°We don''t have time for you!¡± I glared at him and he went back inside the house. I picked up the bread and returned to where I first found Lam. I looked up and saw the sun directly over me and continued walking to where the priest could be found. * * * ¡°Excuse me,¡± I said, letting myself into the house where people pray to spirits. ¡°Come in, come in,¡± said a dry and mature voice. There were rows of chairs all facing small shrines of animals. I if recalled correctly, these were guardian spirits. I saw a man''s head had popped up from of the chairs to look at me. ¡°We hold group prayers on Sunday, among other things.¡± ¡°I need help with something,¡± I said. ¡°We can help you on Sunday,¡± he said, moving his head out of sight. ¡°Then why did you let me in?¡± ¡°Oh,¡± he said. He popped his head out again. ¡°I thought you needed to pray to a spirit by yourself. Sorry, I can''t help you until Sunday.¡± ¡°So you are the priest of this place?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± he said. I made my way past the rows of chairs. He was gazing up at the ceiling and I saw fish, dozens of them, some red, yellow, brown, even ones that were colored green. This was a familiar sight, like the ones I had seen in my dream. ¡°Can you see them?¡± he asked, pointing at the ceiling. ¡°See what?¡± ¡°I sometimes see fish swimming around on the ceiling,¡± he explained. ¡°I think it was about a hundreds years ago when this land was first discovered. The area around here used to be a lake but then it dried up for some reason.¡± ¡°What are the fish like?¡± I asked, and he sat up on the chair. ¡°They would come into view for a brief second before disappearing,¡± he said, ¡°I might have seen some red fish and maybe even green.¡± I looked at the fish again. All of them were in view and they wouldn''t vanish. I remembered the old man telling me to keep it a secret that I can see spirits, but this guy blurted it out not long after we first met. ¡°That''s fine though, not many people can see them,¡± he said. ¡°The real question is, do you believe in them?¡± ¡°Believe in them how?¡± ¡°Do you pray?¡± ¡°What would anyone pray for?¡± ¡°... We pray to the guardian spirits for protection, so that we can be safe from harm,¡± he said. ¡°The fact that we continue to believe is what nurtures these spirits. It''s a mutual relationship that both the spirit and its believers benefit from.¡± ¡°... I don''t pray.¡± ¡°Well,¡± said the priest, ¡°you should try it sometime. It''s a blessing when you can interact with spirits and ask them for help.¡± The room grew cold in the form of a nice cold breeze. I heard a dog bark and saw it on my left wagging its tail. ¡°Is that your dog?¡± I asked. The priest looked at me confused. ¡°I call her Nahwoye,¡± he said. I reached for the dog to pet her thick white fur. My hand slipped right through and I heard the priest chuckle. He looked me straight in the eyes and I noticed his eyes, one brown and one gray. ¡°Others call her Solace, she''s a guardian spirit.¡± Chapter END Next Chapter >> ____________________________________________________________ As always, the link to the next chapter will take you to my site, where you can read the latest chapters! Author''s Note: I know it'' been a while since I uploaded a chapter (because of classes) but with winter break beginning today I can finally focus on writing! Don''t get me wrong, I''ve been focusing on improving my writing through the Fall Semester. I''ve also used that time to fix the story and figure out a better direction for it (and Royal Rebirth). I''m making progress with the Fourth Chapter and it should be out on Friday. Thanks for your patience V. 3.2.3