Chapter Seven

The Tomes of the Hallowed Dead
Death goes by many names; to the humans he is Thanatos the grim reaper, To the Kaire he is Ramshagroth the Great Death, To the Luy’cain Namsrato the Deliverer, to the Earthen Urogalan the Protector, the Sidhe call him Ceannladir the Eternal Shadow, the Tresios call him Shhardir the Great Sleeper, the Sslevic call him Janous the Silent, the Sanguine call him Valkek the Severer, the Ramgir call him Yurtrus the Rotting One, The Aquifar refer to him as Asgir the Keeper of the Falls, the Draconic call him Chronepsis The Watcher, both the Agleo and Decona have no name for him they only refer to him as The Final Dance. But in the end he is just simply The Eternal Death. He is neither good nor evil, he has no bias. Everyone should hope that it should be kept that way for if death were to become bias. Woe be unto us for nothing would ever be the same.
Damlir – the Record Keeper 1845 UC

I took my time returning home. I had spent a couple days in the forest staying away for “people”. But I had been gone long enough. I slowly approach the house wondering how my mother will react when she finds out. I step into the clearing and see her waiting. Watching me walk up I see her eyes and several reactions pass over her face. I hear her whisper “Is that your blood or someone else’s? Please tell me you’re not a ghost come to say goodbye. Please Jair say something, anything.”

I look up at her “Some of it is mine but most is the others blood.” My eyes slowly find the ground as I wait for her to start yelling or screaming at me.

All of a sudden I hear running footsteps and her arms surround me holding me tightly. “Oh thank the gods. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” Holding me tightly we stand there for a few minutes before she steps back and waves her hands at me. “Go get cleaned up we will talk when you get back.”

Confused I start to open my mouth but close it quickly when I see her looking at me with that look that mothers only give you, the one that says do what I say now. I walk around the back of the house to the bathhouse. I strip out of my blood caked clothes and slip into the bathroom. The pool in the old style combination roman and Japanese bath is steaming already and I am glad that I don’t have to wait for it to warm up. I move over to the side and the shower before starting the water and washing myself all over. The steam slowly builds in the room. Clean I finally turn off the shower and move over to the pool before slipping in and laying back to soak. The events of the night playing fresh in my mind. What had happened? What was the voice? How do I explain this to my mother?

‘Tell her the truth’ the whisper comes ‘I start to fade. I can’t stay much longer I have been asleep too long. You must find my relics it is the only way you will find what you are’

“Don’t you mean who?” I ask

‘No I meant what you are.