The Awakening of a Soul Reaper

Chapter 2. The First Encounter

Inside the bakery, it almost feels like home it’s warm and cuddly, and as the door closes the sounds of the city break and she feels calm and collected for the first time in a week. Suddenly Clarice hears "are you okay...?" as she looks up, she sees her aunt looking down at her with these big green eyes and a faded smile, "have you heard what is said?" aunt Bell asks.

"Oh sorry! My thoughts are all over the place" Clarice replies startled...

"I asked how your first day was at school." Aunt Bell repeats. "Oh sorry, yea it was fine I guess," Clarice replies. "You know, if you want to talk I will always be here for you and prepared to listen when you are ready to talk, but for now enjoy your pie" aunt Belle replies as she stands up ad walks away with a worried expression on her face. After Clarise’s mom died she was never the same again, the girl that always laughed and made jokes were now withdrawn from everyone, but what do you expect, with the sudden passing of her mom Aunt Belle thinks to herself

Later that night as Clarice gathers her clothes and tries to get everything ready for the next day, something falls on the ground, "oh I forgot about you!" Clarice says to herself as she picks up the pendant. Hmmm, I wonder, she thinks to herself as she tries to clean it with some warm breath and the underside of her shirt. It almost looks like the words 'Bellator Intus' that is inscribed on it whatever that means? She thinks to herself as she holds it and slides it over her head, not my style... she thinks for herself "are you ready for bed?" Clarice startles as she suddenly hears a voice behind her, her aunt standing in the doorframe looking at her.

"Yep..." Clarise replies, as she goes and sits on the side of her bed "Aunt Belle?” Clarise asks as she looks up to her aunt, "Thank you for everything, I know you have lost just as much as I have when mom died" while a tear starts to run down her cheek.

"We will get through this, together!" Aunt Belle says “you know your mom loved you very much and it was not her decision to…,” Aunt Belle pauses as she realizes she doesn’t really know what to say to Clarise, she walks hastily out of the room and shuts the door trying to cover the tears that are flowing down her face, her sister was everything in her life they only had each other even though everyone in town thought that they had a perfect life and family it couldn't have been further from the truth.

As Clarice lays there in her bed looking through the window at her bed she can still hear people talking down in the street and someone playing their television to load she tries to pull her pillow over her ears to get some sleep, as she closes her eyes she suddenly feels this warmth on her chest, and as she looks down she can see the pendant shining like phosphors in the night, her eyes grow wide it looks like smoke is coming from the pendant "oh no what now!!!" she says startled to herself as she troughs her blanket aside and sits up straight in her bed. She tries to pull the pendant from her neck but the small woven chain doesn't want to break, she tries to pull it over her head but it doesn't want to go over her chin, it wasn't this tight when I put it on! She thinks, as she starts to panic, suddenly a brisk stroke of fresh air runs through the room making the room icy cold.

Clarise jumps out of her bed and as she stands next to her bed, she realizes can't move, she can't get a word out she can see the vapor from her breath hanging in the air, her eyes grow wide as she sees something in the furthest corner of her room, what can that be? She thinks to herself.

The figure in the corner looks like a muscular man, floating in the air, with long straight dark hair that swirls in the air, she can’t make out any facial features she can barely make out his clothes, on his chest, it looks like some sort of smooth leather armor, with an insignia of a dear standing on his back hoofs, he has a red piece of cloth around his right arms bicep and leather bracers from his elbows down that covers the backside of his hands with iron studs piercing through the leader. The figure starts to slowly float closer, her heart is beating so loudly she can hear it herself, what should I do? She thinks for herself, she wants to scream but she can't, she closed her eyes chanting in her head this is not real, this is not real, this can't be real! As she opens her eyes, she sees right in front of her face a man's face with blue ominous eyes staring at her, his face pale with a scar that runs down the left side of his cheek. "Are you the newly bestowed reaper of the light?” the man asks with a deep voice. What are you talking about? Clarise replies, with a shiver in her voice. The figure looks down at her with anger in his eyes "so you have stolen this..." as his hand grabs towards the pendant, Clarise tries to move backward but she can't she is overcome with fear, tears start to run down her face "please don't!" she utters. The figure grabs the pendant and holds it tight in his hand pulling Clarise towards him. Clarise grabs his wrist trying to pull herself up, her lips move she barely has enough air in her lungs to say "Leave me alone!"

She feels how her hand that is on his wrist starts to become warm like it was glowing and as she looks at her hand she can see a bright light shining filling the cracks and an aura surrounding her hand where she grabbed him, suddenly with a flash of light she feels something heavy in her hand, as she looks down she sees the hilt of a long scythe, the blade so long and wide it’s tip resting on the floor while looking at it she suddenly starts seeing black dots, her head swirling, she drops the scythe as her legs give in underneath her and she falls to her side on to her bed.