Krysta spirit of fortune ch 2

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Chapter 2: revenge

I woke up sometime later to a place that was surrounded in mist. I carefully sat up and looked around. I was in a graveyard. Turning to look behind me I saw a freshly buried grave with no tombstone. It was farther from the other graves and already had weeds growing on it.
I knew at once it was my grave, witch's after all were buried in non-hallowed ground because they did the work of the devil. But if I was dead why wasn't I in heaven or something? My thoughts were interrupted by the shadowy figure of a black feline appearing in front of me. It opened its mouth and spoke to me.
"I am you and you are me." With that it jumped up at me and glided into my chest. I felt warm and it was as though a part of me had become whole again. I looked to the moon and smiled. Noticing a moonbeam dancing through the trees I chased after it. I never felt so alive, it was as though I were flying. I leaned forward and felt my body shift. I looked down to see my arms had turned into black paws and I was covered in black fur. I looked behind me briefly to see a long black tail, marveling at it I failed to see the tree I front of me. After shaking off that nasty bump I continued on my way.
I continued racing through the woods until I came upon the magistrate's home. Luck was on my side because someone had left the front door open. My eyes narrowed to slits as I stalked inside. The first being I run into is the advisor. He was pacing behind the door I had just arrived through, looking nervous.
"Why did that little witch have to go and shout that? How could she have, after that drug I put in her food she shouldn't have been able to talk for hours. Now the magistrate is jumpy and suspicious of everything, I'll never be able to get him out of the way now." He was muttering as he paced. At one point he stepped on me, well through me more like it. It was a shocking experience, but it gave me an idea. Extending my claws I scratched along the door, the man jumped in alarm.
"Who's there!" He said, eyes wide and fearful.
"The girl you murdered." I said to him but he didn't hear me it seemed.
"Can't hear me? Good cause you are an ugly man with a heart of stone and your bad breath could slay a dragon and you are going to wish you had never met me."
An evil idea crept into my head as I snuck away down the hall, only stopping to hiss at a dog that could see me.
"Down boy." Said the man who was leading it, pulling its rope to get it to move back to the direction they had been going. Shaking my head I hurried to the magistrate's meeting room. Again luck was with me and he was there. Looking out the window at the night sky, a few torches were used to brighten the room. I stayed in the shadows and listened to him talk to his dead brother as though he was there.
"I don't know what to do Alexander, you were always the one with the plan. I was just better at talking to people."he sighed wistfully, "I guess there is Asher to help me now but he's been acting strangely ever since we hung that witch girl who murdered you." He chuckled slightly, "Haha, she was pretty I'll give her that but she was to thin to be healthy and addled in the mind too. Her last request was for the executioner to give that old gypsy woman her necklace. I think the man sold it, it did have gold on it after all." I grew more angry than I already was at this and my anger fueled my idea. I stood up against the wall and ran my claws down it, amazed that they didn't chip or break against the stone. The magistrate bolted upright and looked around the room in fear. I scratched down the wall again and let out a fierce yowl. The man promptly fell off his chair and scurried like a mouse out of the room. "So I guess they can't hear me speak or see me but they can hear me when I sound like a cat. Interesting." I thought as I ran after him, knocking over furniture and blowing out torches as I chased him. I chased him until he ran into his room and closed the door. I stood outside it, scratching and growling. I did this every night for three nights, each time I scratched the word "murderer" into his door. I did the same with his advisor, Asher. All the guards became superstitious and stayed clear of those rooms and even the servants refused to go there. On the third night I chased him away from his room and toward Asher's room instead.
Oh this was fun, he thought a person was after him. He shouted for me to stop, that he'd pay any price for me to stop and let him be. No I wasn't going to let him off that easily.
I raced ahead of him and blew out the torches in front of him, making him go the way I wanted him to go. We arrived at Asher's room where the Magistrate pounded at the door and shouted.
"Asher, there's an poltergeist in my home, do something!" The magistrate said, banging his fists on the door, Asher let him in and I followed after. As soon as the door closed I caused the dresser that was next to it to topple over and seal them inside. Next I blew out all the light leaving the room shrouded in darkness save for the moonlight and a single candle.
"What's going on?" The magistrate asked. Using the red wax from the melting candle I wrote out on the stone floor.
"Click clack
watch your back."
I left my claws out and they made a deliciously creepy clicking sound on the floor. I scurried around the room, the magistrate and Asher desperately trying to identify the source of the sound.
"It must be some evil spirit come to curse us!" The magistrate said, "oh benevolent spirit, what do you wish of me?"
I returned to the candle.
"Haunted by me
you shall be.
Until you preform tasks of three." I know it sounded cheesy but that's what I came up with.
"Yes, I'll do anything just don't hurt me!" He shouted. I wrote,
"Search the man's room who stands to your right,
There you will find what happened to your brother that night."

The magistrate looked to Asher and began rifling through the drawers of his desk and dresser. I helped a bit by drawing a line of wax to Asher's bed. I'd seen him take out a bottle of poison and try to get rid of it but I had taken it and hidden it there. The magistrate found it quickly.
"Even the smallest snakes carry the most lethal poison." I wrote. Asher was panicking now as he saw the vial.
"What is this?" The magistrate said, holding up the empty bottle of poison.
"Sleeping drops, they belonged to your brother, I've been using them since his passing." He tried to cover up.
"My brother could fall asleep standing up why would he need sleeping drops."
"Alexander didn't die of a witch's curse,
It was a fate much worse." I wrote.
"What do you mean by this, spirit?" The magistrate asked.
"Find the letter sealed in red,
Unless you too wish to end up dead."
The magistrate found the letter and read through it. It was to an apothecary for another order of the poison that had killed his brother. Asher had been planning to send it that next morning.
"Murderer and thief your time is done,
You should know forced kisses aren't much fun." I wrote to Asher.
"What is it talking about? The captain had said the girl's story was that she was attacked…" the magistrate trailed off at this.
"Sire, I had never seen that girl until that night… I swear."
"But she recognized you when you came in the room, I saw it in her eyes." I guess the magistrate wasn't as dim witted as I thought.
"That girl! The one you convinced me to hang! She wasn't the one to kill my brother, it was you!" The magistrate shouted, clutching at Asher's throat.
"No… it wasn't me! Don't you see, it was the gypsy… she's trying to trick you…" he gasped for breath. I watched with a smirk, the villain was about to have his just reward.
"Krysta…" a voice whispered, "this is not your path."
"But he deserves it." I hissed at the voice angrily.
"If you let him die now then you will be no better than he." The voice said. I watched the two men for a whole longer, Asher 's face starting to turn blue. They were continuing to argue about if I was doing this or not.
"You're right." I sighed and moved forward into the moonlight.
"How could she? She's dead in the ground in a mirror lined box to prevent her from escaping." The magistrate yelled. I had turned human by this point and for the briefest moment the two men believed in ghosts. I heard the magistrate describe what he saw later, that I was a glowing specter, white all over and flowing hair and clothes even though there was no wind in the room. I gently laid my hand on the magistrate's and he loosened his grip on Asher's neck. I motioned for Asher to come forward and whispered in his ear, "rats die by the same poison they spread." In an instant he was on the ground begging for mercy and confessing his crime. Knowing my job was done I walked towards the moonlight.
"Wait spirit, you said you would haunt me until I had completed three tasks, what is the third?" The magistrate stopped me.
"Be as good a man as your brother was." I said then transformed back into a cat and leapt through the window. The magistrate did as I said and became a kind ruler, he even lost weight. Asher was imprisoned for life. All that was left was for me to take revenge on the executioner who had sold my necklace. It took a while but I caught his scent and followed it to the troop's camp. Apparently no one had told them I was dead yet. I watched from under a wagon as he presented my necklace to Ezmera. She took it with shaking hands and fell to her knees, sobs shaking her old frail body. Others came over and wept with her, forming a ring around her as they hugged her. Such was our tradition whenever one of our troop passed away. We kept the closest family members in the middle and encircled them with love. I snuck in through the crowd, passing through them in a tingly sensation until I reached Ezmera and added my embrace, although she couldn't see or feel it. I looked to the executioner, he hadn't done what the magistrate said he had. I could not take revenge on a man who had done me no wrong so instead after he had left I followed him and wished him the best luck I could wish. He retired and repented from his executioner business and became a wise monk. He even started his own abbey and was never happier.
I was done with my revenge, although I did slip a mouse into the captain of the guard's armor because of his ruff treatment when escorting me to the magistrate's home, now what would I do though?
I thought once I had finished my unfinished business then I would move on from this life.

But now I was a spirit with no purpose.