McIan
Journeyman
With great difficulty the weakening spirit floated unseen by mortal eyes on its long journey across the lands. The occasional healer took note, sensing the ethereal presence of the being but it refused their offer for revival. What point would it serve to regain flesh and blood if only to perish brutally again? No, the spirit would continue on to return to the source, the one who could explain and, perhaps, forgive.
The moon gates posed difficulties to be sure, and only by a forced entry into rather witless humans, sharing bodily space with their spirit temporarily, could it travel along. Often, even then, their destination was not the desired one, so there were many entries and hasty exits, drawing away more of its strength to maintain a hold, a presence, in this mortal realm. It did not know how much more time it had to persist herein, but it knew that time was running out – the ultimate call and transition to the spirit world where it would take up permanent residence with those long dead.
Finally it found a host who moved to the chosen destination: Luna, the paladin city – not its favorite place, but a vital one necessary to complete the journey. A brief trek north, northeast, and it saw the castle looming darkly in the distance.
The Elder observed the spirit approach his domain and revoked the wards that repelled such spirits but just for this one, allowing it to enter and approach him.
“Ah, Aylyssa. Ye have returned as I knew ye would. Thy time is at hand. Within an hour ye shall join the dead in the spirit realm forever. The only reason ye have survived this long is due to my hold over thee, giving thee spiritual sustenance to prolong thy stay. I brought ye closer, away from the two ye spoke with last eve, lest ye reveal too much to them. Yet even now that is waning; ye are nigh to oblivion. What is it ye want of me? Need I ask?”
The spirit of Aylyssa spoke, and he understood: “I wish to remain here. Let me not go there; I am not ready, milord,” she begged. “Please, keep me here even as your lowest vassal, I swear to serve you loyally.”
“As ye did before, warning the woman of the curse I put upon the necklace? She will surely report it and they will remove it, allowing its innate power to fulfill its purpose when fully enchanted by another’s manipulations. Ye have intruded into my plans and I am offended, Aylyssa. Why should I save thee?”
“I swear I will never do such a thing again, milord. I will serve you and make up for my foolish sentimentality. It led me to betray you. It shall never happen again!”
Scaramandine stood up and began an incantation. It took a few moments but when completed she stood before him in physical form, not the flesh and blood of her former state, but as an undead, a zombie-like, though sentient, living corpse. He then sat back down and smiled. “Ye shall indeed serve me, but as this. Cover thy form as best ye may among the living and pray they do not detect it. Go and prepare thyself for my service. I give thee a fortnight for this. When I call, ye shall come to me. Furthermore, I forbid any vengeance against my servant, should ye ever discover who it was that I ordered to slay thee at the shrine. Agree ye to this?”
Aghast at her current condition, but in no pain and having no fear of being whisked away from this realm into the unknown, she nodded and kneeled. “I agree. I live to serve you henceforth.”
His bony hand waved her away and she departed, hating him now all the more.
The moon gates posed difficulties to be sure, and only by a forced entry into rather witless humans, sharing bodily space with their spirit temporarily, could it travel along. Often, even then, their destination was not the desired one, so there were many entries and hasty exits, drawing away more of its strength to maintain a hold, a presence, in this mortal realm. It did not know how much more time it had to persist herein, but it knew that time was running out – the ultimate call and transition to the spirit world where it would take up permanent residence with those long dead.
Finally it found a host who moved to the chosen destination: Luna, the paladin city – not its favorite place, but a vital one necessary to complete the journey. A brief trek north, northeast, and it saw the castle looming darkly in the distance.
The Elder observed the spirit approach his domain and revoked the wards that repelled such spirits but just for this one, allowing it to enter and approach him.
“Ah, Aylyssa. Ye have returned as I knew ye would. Thy time is at hand. Within an hour ye shall join the dead in the spirit realm forever. The only reason ye have survived this long is due to my hold over thee, giving thee spiritual sustenance to prolong thy stay. I brought ye closer, away from the two ye spoke with last eve, lest ye reveal too much to them. Yet even now that is waning; ye are nigh to oblivion. What is it ye want of me? Need I ask?”
The spirit of Aylyssa spoke, and he understood: “I wish to remain here. Let me not go there; I am not ready, milord,” she begged. “Please, keep me here even as your lowest vassal, I swear to serve you loyally.”
“As ye did before, warning the woman of the curse I put upon the necklace? She will surely report it and they will remove it, allowing its innate power to fulfill its purpose when fully enchanted by another’s manipulations. Ye have intruded into my plans and I am offended, Aylyssa. Why should I save thee?”
“I swear I will never do such a thing again, milord. I will serve you and make up for my foolish sentimentality. It led me to betray you. It shall never happen again!”
Scaramandine stood up and began an incantation. It took a few moments but when completed she stood before him in physical form, not the flesh and blood of her former state, but as an undead, a zombie-like, though sentient, living corpse. He then sat back down and smiled. “Ye shall indeed serve me, but as this. Cover thy form as best ye may among the living and pray they do not detect it. Go and prepare thyself for my service. I give thee a fortnight for this. When I call, ye shall come to me. Furthermore, I forbid any vengeance against my servant, should ye ever discover who it was that I ordered to slay thee at the shrine. Agree ye to this?”
Aghast at her current condition, but in no pain and having no fear of being whisked away from this realm into the unknown, she nodded and kneeled. “I agree. I live to serve you henceforth.”
His bony hand waved her away and she departed, hating him now all the more.