Author Note: DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN ANYTHING POTO RELATED; DO OWN OC'S AND TOWN OF HEAVEN'S CORNER,TX
Okay, so I'm trying to post this again...even though I'm STILL not finished with it. Hope to have this done this year...oy...famous last words. Enjoy. Review. And as always...
peace, love and lipgloss,
Mlle.Fox
Epilogue (The End is Only the Beginning)
In the enclosed gypsy camp, the fires that usually thrived and burned until morning were as cold as the October frost in the air. The wind howled and wailed and leaves of glorious gold's and reds danced past the tents of wagons. One tent flap opened, letting a small boy in an iron cage catch a glimpse of the orange moon. Usually, they let him out to play on nights like this. But tonight he stayed in. Suddenly, he jumped as an old gypsy crone threw in a pot of leftover scraps and gruel. She snarled her old snaggled teeth and spat in a thick Romanian accent,
"Cowards! All of zem! Full grown men afraid to step out and so zey leave an old woman to feed the animals. Bah!"
The boy was used to being called an animal. And in a way he tolerated her calling him an animal since she was one of the few outsiders brought inside the tribe as a young bride from another gypsy family. She knew what it meant to be an outcast. So that was why he asked her in a soft voice,
"Why are they afraid?"
The old crone raised a bemused eyebrow,
"You? Ze so called 'Devil's Child' does not know what tonight is?"
The boy clutched the bars facing her and shook his head no. She sniffed the air in contempt and told him,
"Well...you sniveling idiot...Tonight is All Hallow's Eve...The night the dead return to Earth."
The boy gasped but managed to stutter out,
"Th...That's physically impossible!"
"Who said ze dead were of ze physical? Zey are spirits zhat wander ze Earth for this one night, terrifying ze masses, tormenting ze living, prosecuting those who did zem wrong in life. And of course...feasting on the innocent." she told him.
"They...they eat the innocent?" the boy asked.
"Trying to gain back ze flesh they lost in death. Ze go door to door, demanding food to give zem strength for ze journey beyond ze grave. But...you have nothing to fear...Ze won't eat jou..."
"They...they won't?" he asked hoping for a reprieve, his blue green eyes gaping in wonder.
"Of course...why...with zat gargoyle face of yours...ze spirits are frightened away! AH HAHAHAHAHA!" the terrible witch cackled into the night as the boy gingerly touched the burlap mask covering his face, his full lower lip trembling in fear and shame.