| She’d known her whole life she’d possessed a gift, a gift of immense and terrible power. She was a guide for spirits who’d lost their way, and needed cross over and finally find some peace.
It scared her oftentimes, but she was dedicated to her calling. She was accustomed to the call by now–welcomed it even, but what awaited her this time was unlike anything she’d encountered before.
The chill in the air was the same, but there was a power behind it that was foreign, old, and curious. She reached out offering her talents as a guide, but hostility was the only answer. She was shaken, but she’d encountered confused and tortured souls before, so she tried again.
“Let me help you,” she said. “Why have you come here?”
The voice sent a chill down her spine and left a dark print on her soul. “We have not come for the help you offer, because it is no help at all.”
She brought up her mental shields and stood to better protect herself. “I do what I was born to do, nothing more,” she said. “You are trying to deceive me.”
“You’ve trusted something you truly know nothing about,” it said. “You haven’t brought peace, you’ve brought misery and destruction. I’ve come to stop you before you do more harm with your ruinous gift.”
She felt a weight crushing upon her chest, and she staggered forward as the kind eyes, she so often trusted in her dreams, turned cold, hard, and soulless.
“No,” she said falling to her knees. “I was given this gift for good. I give peace, not torment…”
The being from her dreams laughed callously. “It was too easy,” it said. “You were so eager to help.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’ve been such a fool,” she said. “I’ll serve you no longer. I will use my gift for good.”
“You are mine, and you will do no such thing,” it said.
She screamed as a dark shadow crushed her heart and dragged her down to the burning depths.
“Help me!” She screamed, but her pledge fell on deaf ears.
The old one had ended the torment and was satisfied she’d gotten what she deserved. | |
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