A fog covered the tiny town of Elizabeth Haven, putting everyone in a morbidstate of mind. It provided the cover that the infamous Scott needed to creep up on the next house.
Scott was not always a horrendous disgrace to the small town. You must understand that he was not brought up badly. He had good parents and lived in a good-sized house. He had a good life, but one day that all changed.
It all started the day that he was sitting in Mrs. Jones dining room with his parents and sister. He was listening to her monotony of words, while politely chewing his food. Now, I must add that being able to sit down and talk to one another for this long was a treat; they all lived in bad times. "Whirl Whirl!" The siren went off and Scott, his parents, and his sister all jumped up from the table and race out the door heading for their home. They yelled "Thank you!" but it was lost in the chaos of the night.
As they ran for their house the bullets started falling from the sky. They dove in their house at the last moment. All their lights were already out, so they didn't have to run around willy-nilly trying to turn them all off. They ducked down the stairs to the unknown basement right before the patrols arrived…
Hours later, after the Patrols had finally left, they were sitting in their living room with the fire blazing. His sister Ann was pretty shaken up. It didn't take much to scare her. Actually the whole family was shaken up pretty badly, but Ann was the worst, and it was all Scott's fault. He was the one who suggested looking outside after the Patrols left. What they saw would be permanently burned into their memory: the dead bodies of people and animals covering the street.
Scott left the house on the pretense of going into the backyard for some fresh air. As soon as he was out of site behind a bush, he scrambled over the fence that bordered their lawn, and into the field behind it. He started walking, not going anywhere in particular, just walking to get away from all that he saw. He passed a squirrel that was still struggling. He knelt down, and stroked its fur, trying to make its last moments on Earth as peaceful as possible. He felt its last breath leave the squirrel's body. Scott slowly stood up, and started to walk slowly away, but when he was a few feet away he looked down as the dead squirrel heaved in a shallow breath…
Scott gasped in amazement. How did the squirrel come back to life? He looked down at his hands, which has just been touching the squirrel. "Oh-no", he thought. "I'm the last of a dying race. I'm a Life Granter." A Life Granter has the ability to access the world of the dead, and to shape history- in the past, and in the future and present. A Life Granter can enliven any creature or person.
