-1A/N: Just for fun I will tell you the original list of names for the Prophets
Lethor, Malig, Disp, Toram, Bune, and Fye.
My second list was like this.
Lethor, Meliain, Toram, Yurakal, Aragon, and Dordainia.
My third List goes like this.
Lethor, Meliain, Torest, Yurakal, Govaxan, and Dordain
My fourth list you are familiar with.
Lethor, Meliain, Torest, Dordain, Yurak, and Govax
So here is chapter 7 of Reaper.
…7...
The path from the palace was rather short. It was also a nice shade of red like the majority of the plants and foliage were in the Realm of the Dead. When it started to get warmer the leaves would turn either yellow or green on the trees then drop to the ground. Ahhh, yes The Realm's semblance of autumn was a wonderful sight to behold. Giving the sight of a rainbow in the Realm of The Living, well mostly, there were slight differences like the fact that the colors were out of order. The leaves were of course red, the twigs and the trunks of trees were a lovely shade of either deep purple or a rather rich blue. In autumn the floor was literally covered in all shades of green to yellow. The aura of everything was white.
The exception to this was Grim. He somehow had gained a red aura in his death. Very few of the spirits could ever have any other color of aura other than white. Those few who did commonly had a light blue or silver but only in times of rather strong emotion.
The Library was in sight by this time standing in all of it's grandiose glory. Grim walked up to the door and took the large knocker in his hand. A clearly female spirit opened the door very suddenly. To Grim she was rather stunning with long black hair that contrasted greatly with her milk white skin and red eyes The purple robe with the skull pendant fitted her wonderfully. He instantly started to stutter losing the words from his mouth just as fast as he regained them. She answered in a semi-silky voice "Hello Grim. Please come in. My name is Torest." Grim just followed her blindly still gaping.
In the room that he had just walked into there were three other spirits past Torest and himself.
"This is Dordain." Torest told Grim as he shook hands with the green skinned spirit.
"And this is Yurak" Grim shook hands with the third new spirit he had met today. Her aquamarine skin had a darkish tinge to it her lips a slightly darker shade with once again deep red eyes her facial features slightly contrasted with her gold hair.
"And this is Govax." He moved down the line to shake hands with the last spirit in the room. This spirit surprisingly had four continuous scars on his well worn green-grey face that looked like great scrapes from some sort of animal. Surprisingly his Red eyes were friendly yet had a sharp keenness that one would expect from a predator.
Two more spirits appeared next to the other three. The third female of the now six Prophets glared at the male to her left and whispered to him "Nice going Lethor we barely made it"
"Yes we barely made it. But it is better Late than never. Correct Meliain?" 'Lethor' said this with a smirk and a playful glare at Meliain.
She responded with a rolling of the eyes. "Oh fine, you win." then she lightly jabbed him in the side. "You do realize that the future probably depends heavily on this moment."
"Of course I do this entire Timeline depends upon this moment." Lethor then proceeded to act like a gentleman towards her and hid his smile as best as he could.
"Ha-hmmm." Torest cleared her throat to get the attention of the last two Prophets in the room. "Grim, This is Lethor and Meliain."
The scythe hung strangely at his side. "Hello Lethor, hello Meliain, I am sorry to say that Pyro declined your offer in battle training. However this opportunity was too great for me to miss. As my weapon of choice I have brought a scythe." His eyes averted towards Torest once again, they made eye contact and she winked. Grim then lost all coherence and started to bumble.
"Each one of us is going to teach you some aspect of magic, science, and battle techniques. Not war techniques but hand to hand battle. Azak knows that you don't need any of that." Lethor quickly explained to Grim the plan.
Grim just looked confused at the last sentence. "Who exactly is Azak?"
"Azak was the second to last ruler of Atlantis. His son, Moreal, was the one who sent Atlantis tumbling into the Depths of the Realm of the Living's sea and it's destruction in the Realm of the Dead." Torest said this in her silky voice that had a certain amount of edge to it that made Grim listen.
"I apparently need to learn a lot more History." Grim said this after a short pause of absorbing the information that was just given to him.
Yurak spoke in a rough almost gravely voice, "We are the main historians of The Realm of The Dead. There is really no other spirit aside from the King himself who we can expect to know hardly any history at all."
"Hey, don't worry. Most ghosts, err, Spirits have not heard of Azak or his son Moreal. The exact statistics are rather dull but if you want to hear them I will gladly tell you. How about I'll just say that you're now part of another minority." Meliain said, rather astonished at her own slip-up.
"Ghosts?" The question was directed back to Meliain.
"The name that humans call all spirits." The answer for Grim's question was longer than he expected. "The word Ghost means the same thing as Spirit, the only difference is the fact that ghost is easier to say." The answer that Grim had actually wanted, passed. "Humans have also forgotten the proper name for The Realm of the Dead, I believe that they call it The Ghost Zone." Meliain finally finished her answer.
"So, the first thing to do is to teach you the basics of magic. However I believe that you already can turn invisible and intangible at will. The last basic is full fledged flight."
Govax quickly stopped Yurak from going much further with her small rant "Wait Yurak. I think that we should at least know what his scythe is made of. After all not that many materials constitute their owner's peripheral glow. So Grim what is it made of?
"Err, Pyro said that the handle and the core of the blade were made of a mixture of Black Diamond and Obsidian. He also said that the blade was of the finest ectosteel that he could find."
"Well in that case it has quite a bit of magical potential. Oh and the scythe is supposed to be held more like a walking stick. Not like a balancing post." Govax quickly said almost so fast that Grim almost didn't get the words, but he quickly fixed his slight mistake."
The room shook and one sentence was shouted out. "You are at my beck and call Grim, I am calling you now so get over to the Palace, NOW!"
…7...
A/N That seems like a good place to leave you hanging. I need some better cliffhangers.
Now because I kind of want to know what you think, How old do you think I am?