The main fiction for my OC's Dusk and Jeremy the Fox's, go to my profile to read up about them if your curious. I am very proud of this fiction, VERY proud. It should appeal to almost everyone except for those who don't like:
-Mythology (not THAT much anyway)
-God, religion, devil's, angels and heaven and hell theroies. Other than those, this should be a good read to most :D Please read and review!!!
This power was not something I wished for, but at the same time, it is not something I despise. It is there, it is in me, it is me, I cannot get rid of it, and I have never tried to. I accept who I am, I know what I have done, and what I want to do now. I am leaving this place, this place is indeed where I was born, it is my heritage...but, it is not where I wish to stay, where I wish to remain...
Chilling. The air itself around him was dense, or so it seemed as his crystal pale silver eyes tried to pierce through it's glassy haze. Endless white. That was all he could see, nothing around him had a form anymore. He kept mentally thinking everything had to clear up eventually, fog had to end, like everything did, but it never seemed to. He walked, and kept walking until the fog seemed that it would never end, and all at once he wondered if this was a real reality. Had he even woke up that morning? Was this...all a dream? It could be, but all he knew was he kept walking, and going.
Then a noise reached his ears, a distant moaning, almost...soft words, from behind the blurry shapes that he could make out by squinting, he knew what this was now, and he closed his eyes, and concentrated. Everything at once became quiet and still, his legs stopped, and everything stood still. Like he had done it a million times, he opened his eyes with no emotion visible, and blinked. He was about fifty feet back from where a second ago, in the vision. Visions. He got them whenever spirits where close by, his tail also would twitch if it was a demonic presence, but this was no such case, simply a vision.
I started getting visions when I was a young kit of about 4, I had seen a women enter my room, and a moment later she vanished and I was left where I had been a moment earlier. They happen in my mind, not physically, I believe the spirits know I am the only one who is able to easily communicate with them...and give me a sign, or message best they can to, hoping I can help them move on, or be it simply wish to talk to a living being I do not know...
They could consist of almost anything, this time he had been walking through the same meadow only a little ahead of his present position...but had seen and heard the voices. The voices of the spirits. As his eyes scanned the area, he saw them. As the mist was finally giving a little, gravestones, a lot of them. A gloomy gray color, various cracks and pieces missing from weather over the years, some had graffiti on them. He looked around slowly, shaking his head.
"...So many souls unrested, by a simple act..." He strode quietly across into the graveyard, opening and closing the metal squeaking doors slowly. As he entered the gateway he stopped, and closed his eyes, he opened them once again, and a horrid sight awaited him. Corpses, tons of them, but not fully solid, floating above ground like horrific images from a projector. Some, the reason of death was obvious, severed limbs led to blood lose, but some had died by something of most likely along the lines of stroke. All at first seemed to not notice him, not notice that he was different then the rest, that he could see them, and even interact with them. His heart leaped a little, as a women suddenly appeared right in front of him, only a foot from his face. She had dark pale wrinkled skin, an old wedding dress, long bony fingers and no eyes, only sockets. He was used to it, and calmed down, still a blank face.
She...starred at him for a long while, noticing he was starring right into her empty eyes.
I have seen my fair share of her kind of eyes...her look of renewed hope, hope that can end her nightmare of being where she is that I can only dream of what must be like.
"...You can see us?" Her voice was quiet, but scratchy.
"...I can." She, by her mouth gaping and hearing her gasp, she was shocked. As this happened, more and more seemed to catch on, and gathered around the ghost white fox. As they all starred at him, he sighed.
"...I am able to see all of you, I have a rare ability to see you. I know you need help, and I can help you move on." He smiled, seeing the looks of joy on their faces, and all at once they came up to him, asking him things, some attempted to hug him, and others swore he was an angel sent from heaven itself to get them. He smiled and reassured them, that he was simply a fox, a mortal fox, who had a rare ability. He eventually stepped back and managed to calm the excitement. "Listen now...I'm going to preform a ritual, and all of you will be freed from our plane of existence, and move on." from what he gathered they would all be crying. He could only imagine what it was like, to wander this world for hundreds of years, with no one but a few select others to interact with, and nothing to live for...because their was nothing to live for.
Those words...I have spoken so many times, so many I cannot recall how many I have. Yet I never lose the feeling of happiness and warmth I feel when releasing lost souls, freeing them and sending them to the proper place, where they deserve, where they belong.
He took a large, deep breathe, cleansing him of any stress and emotions. He sat himself on the dark cold ground, taking his hands and placing them together into a sign of prayer. The spirits remained silent, still all around him though. As he focused, their was a sudden aurora around his white body, a blue color. (picture the chakra from Naruto) As it focused onto the environment, his hands separated, and he shoved them out to either side of him, keeping his eyes closed tightly, like he needed to. A familiar sound reached his ears. The sound...the sound he loved to hear but could never be allowed to see. The portal. He had the ability, and power to transfer souls from one plane of existence to the next, the last. However, if he ever opened his eyes during this time, the portal would close and he would not be able to do it again for an entire day.
How my imagination has wondered what it might look like, a large golden gate to a simple white light, I've though every one. All I know is the sound of their rejoice, and the sound of the portal coming and going. They thank me, oh how they thank me. A saint, a angel from heaven itself, God incarnate. Everything. I wish I could see their faces, I know inside what it looks like, but the real thing would be so much more rewarding. I say your welcome, and that I'm just doing what I think is right.
"Oh thank you! Thank you so much! You're an angel! An angel on Mobius!" I smiled and shook my head, knowing I could never hold the portal for very long.
"No, No I'm not...I..." He stopped, and heard them all sniffling, come crying and others full out bawling, he started to have to strain. "...Go now!...I can't hold it for very long..." He knew they heard, for he felt them vanishing from his inner radar, less and less, until all but one were left. He dared not open his eyes, but a voice stopped him, from calling out to make it go on through.
"...Thank you...mr..." A girl, no more than 7, was by the sound in front of the portal. "...I can see my mommy and daddy again?" He nodded, sweat dripping off his brow, as his T shaped stance began to shake.
"Yes! But you have to go now!" He didn't hear a response, and felt she was still in the area. He got desperate, only a couple more seconds and it would close...
Then a sensation surrounded him, and he gasped, and almost opened his eyes, but stopped himself in the nick of time. A hug. He could feel someones arms around him, small arms, and gentle arms. He stopped shaking for a moment, and nothing seemed to move. A moment later, in his large triangular ear, he heard softly.
"...You're a nice man..." He felt the feeling disappear, and soon her presence followed, as the portal sounded of with a bang. A gave a large sigh, as his hands fell limply to his side, burning with tiredness. He then opened his eyes, and saw the empty graveyard, and thankfully, it was empty, except him. He lowered his head and sat, regaining his strength.
That time...I will always wonder what she looked like, and I will always remember her voice, for the rest of my life.
He again opened his eyes and stood slowly. He smiled to himself, starring at the space where he was sure the portal had appeared. After a long silence, he turned and headed back out of the grave. As he walked out of the gate, he closed it gently and slowly, and continued down the path, which he noticed now, had cleared of the impenetrable fog he had encountered into the grave to have vanished.
This is my gift. I use to think it was a birth defect, but I know better now. I now know this gift was given to me to help and give the spirits a chance for the happiness they deserve. I cannot think of anything more wonderful than knowing...that you have freed spirits who's faith had been lost hundreds...maybe, a thousand years ago. I have no regrets, and I continue to wander around, sometimes with or without a purpose, enjoying this planet to it's fullest, and freeing as many trapped spirits from our realm as I can.
As I said, this power was not something I wished for, but at the same time, it is not something I despise. It is there, it is in me, it is me, I cannot get rid of it, and I have never tried to.
I am truly proud of this story, because i think it's one of the best i've ever written, so please read and review, and tune in for updates until it's finally finished :)