Prologue
The first time I carried off someone's soul I was nine. It was purely by accident that I had managed to stumble upon the body of my grandfather in his study. His body laid slumped over his desk and his head rested against its smooth wood.
I didn't know what to do.
I think I was more preoccupied by the fact that I hadn't begun panicking.
He was pale or as pale as a black man could get. As I turned to get my Papa Leroy I saw something that forever changed my life: a light. It wasn't too bright and it gave off an almost silver glow.
I was intrigued.
Stepping forward with a curiosity only a nine year old could possess, I gently brought my hand to the glowing orb and cupped it. Grandpa never stirred once and soon the ball of light was floating warmly in my cupped hands.
I was hooked, for lack of a better word. This shining ball was gorgeous, with its swirling surface and captivating incandescence.
Daddy Hiram came in minutes later, asking if I wanted any apple juice. He dropped the glass, sending the clear pieces flying as the cup collided with the hard floor. Minutes later the EMT's arrived and I was scooped up into my daddies arms while he consoled papa.
None of them ever noticed the glowing orb I was carrying.
A/N: Next chapter up soon