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(Noisy long breaths..)

Sebastian gasps, his face flushes to red with agony. Who knew a vampire as pale as him could afford rosy red  cheeks.

He reaches out to his neck desperately trying to remove the object  that was suffocating him. To his surprise, there are none. He breathes harder and swallower, heavy gushes of wind driven forcibly in and out from his mouth, feeling like being hauled over by plastic bag.  All in vain.

The room starts spinning round and round like a whirlpool, once again. The objects in the room including the bed, the table and the chair join him. The pages in the notebook he stacked sometime ago, flies in close, missing his forehead by an inch. It separates and releases hundreds of  images of black crows flying like an angry flock freed from a cage, crowing relentlessly around him.

Meanwhile, Young  Raven’s voice resonates in the hall,  repeating  ‘my mother is evil’ like a mind controlled puppet,  in the background.

One by one, big screens of Raven’s memory appears infront of Sebastian. Scenes of his conversations  with  his father plays  like an  old cassettes of movies.  Similar scenes follow,thousands,  countless, floating..

Sudden stop with a strong jerk on his body. Nauseaus. Weak.

…………………………………………………………..

Sebastian now finds himself standing on a black pitched empty road.

He lays out his hand to feel the gentle drizzles of rain on his palms .  The drops hits his skin before they pass through invisibly on it. Feeling amused how he could still perceive the cold drops on his transparent hands, Sebastian chuckles in irony.

Then, mustering all the little energy he could afford, he takes a step forward, grunting at spasmodic pain, his hamstrings and gastrocnemius muscles were enjoying inflicting on him.

‘Could this get any worse? Talk about badly choreographed movie..’ he mumbles, straining again for another effort to pull himself out of the road.

‘Raven…’. A voice calls.

Sebastian knew this voice. He holds his marching step with only his front heel touching the ground and turns. The mere sound alone made the depths of his soul feel at ease and  jump with excitement.

Wearing a frilly frock  stood  Laira with an umbrella, a  few feet away from him. Excat copy that she was now, although a lot fairer.

‘Something about that red…’ Sebastian remarks, pausing to stare at laira for a while.

‘oh yes..It pairs perfectly with her pink cheeks..’he monologues in admiral. His joy flashing visibly in his wide grin.

However, as Sebastian continues to fix his looks in adoration at laira, the vibrant red of her umbrella changes its image to satin red scarf in his pupils. It floats on air above her head , gradually replacing its reflection on his blue lens with bright blood red flare .

Pupils now contracted, yet still  maintaining their crimson blaze , Sebastian’s gaze follows  laira walking across the road, to the pavement then coming to a halt.

 

He stands stiff for a while, barely breathing himself, aroused by the heightened senses he was suddenly experiencing..like a kick to his system. A kick of ‘primal instinct’.

He  twitches his ears now attentive to the sound, like a hound on a trail and listens carefully to the  lure of inhaling and exhaling of laira’s breath, (Thump..thump..thump..)her  heartbeat and    (Swish.. Swish..Swish….) the soft rumbling of flowing blood in her system….all that he could perceive, crystal clear like never before.

Giving in to euphoric trance he was now in, Sebastian lets out a pleasant moan escape his breath. ‘Hush…..’ . The surge of power was a bliss to feel.

‘Go..!!’  He opens his eyes and tenses his muscles, clenching  his teeth to make a sprint.

‘Ah..’ . A painful prick   and he snaps.

Blood had now started dripping from corner of Sebastian’s lips into his white shirt. His fangs had ejected themselves to a pointy hypodermic needles from his canine sockets, piercing it.

Running his fingers across it hastily, Sebastian stares at horror seeing them stained with blood. He then widens his jaw exposing his fangs , slowely  retracting them back to his  canines. Once back to their sockets, he runs his tongue across his lips, sealing his wound as he does so, tasting the saltiness in his blood. Then confused, he  locks his eyes at laira’s face, who had now come to a stop infront of a familiar figure he knew.

 

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‘ Sweetie turn back’ Sebastian says after a moment grinning from side to side of his mouth.

‘Tell it all ..to that  guy behind you. He has been standing here eavesdropping us for a long time’

Hesitantly laira turns her head back . She catches her breath, seeing yanjas look at her confused and shocked both at the same time. ‘Ah…’she stammers.

‘i can’t even think of a thing. .why does my brain do this to me everytime i need it to work???

watever..jus say something.. anything’ little devil laira pops, with a hammer and starts hammering on her head. ‘Just don’t embarass me anymore’ she cries.

‘Shoosh..’ says laira to her virtual little self, while Yanjas stood even more confused of her behaviours and both Sebastian and the traveler ‘Raven’ walked away leaving her alone with  ‘the special guy’.

‘He is going to break her..’ states Raven corncerned  telepathically, his face expressionless, eyeing the high school boy out of the corner of his eyes.

‘Yeah…’ sighs Sebastian  ‘And I don’t even like him’.


 

 

‘Why are you giving me so much money? Have you even counted it?’laira falters, holding to a basket full of crumbled money.

‘Oh please laira. I am not good at maths and Raven says he feels too lazy to count. Its just a basket of money. Its not even much..all you have are rolls of 20 Rupees on those’.

‘yes! But hundreds of them!Its insane!’ laira exclaims.

‘We have a whole box of money filled in here. Its ok for you to take that much. Its your fair share’ Raven argues, pushing back the box of money back to her hands.

‘I think I am overpaid for the day’

‘May be you are.. But don’t you have stuffs to buy like dresses or bags and things to do like rolling on bed with cash on? Heard those are all the stuffs girls like..’ Sebastian comments with an innocient face throwing a questioning look.

‘Um…’ laira flashes an awkward smile, not having a heart to deny him and obviously the truth.

‘Go off’ Sebastian gives her a gentle push behind her back. ‘Meet us Saturday. You got our numbers’

‘ok..’ laira runs inside her house excitedly holding the box filled with money. Tonight she was not going to sleep. She was going to carefully stack together all the crumbled piece of notes and count them carefully..


 

 

‘Why are we here?’ asks Sebastian, standing infront of a double storyed mansion, that looked like a haunted house out of horror movies, overlooking a window, what seemed like the only well lit room in the property.

‘A monster always seeks its creator whether by love or hate’ Raven replies, staring at the shadow of a man who seemed to be sitting, cooped up covered on blankets next to it.

He raises his hands and moves his fingers like playing a piano, which now seems to make the piano on the old man’s room actually play.

‘Astha…’ the old man screams and tries to run around the room restlessly. ‘Its that kid again he is here!!’ he shouts relentlessly.

Raven chuckles at the mischief he had just done. Sebastian smiles too.

‘Your father makes up a great comedian’ he remarks.

They stand up there watching the events silently like watching a movie on black and white show, through the window behind the curtains, enjoying every bits of what Raven’s mischief followed.

A shadow of lady appears next to the window,its  Astha, the old man’s sister.

They hear her calling the Hospital. ‘Hello I am calling for the emergency…’

Soon the ambulance arrives.  3-4 men rush Mr Rishak out of the house,strapping him on the strtecher, while he wrestles violently, begging them to let him finish what he started..killing himself.

 

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‘ what next Raven?’ asks Sebastian breaking their silence.

‘Her skin is pale, there are bruises all over her hands.. so little blood in her body. Its like I can’t even smell blood in her life. I worry to see her suffer Raven. She dies too many times. No matter how many times you revive her..life keeps getting shorter. And this wretched pain stabs back again and again’.

‘Yes. I know..but I can’t let her go. I promised I would not. I promised..’ the traveler  grits his teeth.

‘Of course you did. But that was 100yrs ago. I am just asking you to take the pain away. Let me help you, help me…let her stay with us for as long as we live. Centuries..’

‘I m trying to. But… I don’t want it that way. Given you a chance Sebastian, would you have taken this life of yours?’   Raven asks mournfully.

Sebastian pauses at the unexpected question. This was a question he preferred to better avoid always. Because no matter how he put it, no matter how meaningfully or pitifully he lived there was indeed never an end to time he had at his hands..

‘I know..i  would  have wanted to be a mere mortal’ he answers softly.

‘ To live, to suffer,to love, to remember.. But then perhaps I would not want it that way for real. Somebody has to be on balancing side. If good were to only exsist then they would not be good, bad has to coexsist to make them look better! Do you not understand?’ Sebastian throws a worrisome  glance.

He looks at the traveler observing him closely, who  now looks lost back to the depths of his head where his voices would never reach.

‘ I want her to be with us. I want this pain to go away. More than me..Do you not want it that way?’ he asks.

‘I do. But…’ Raven answers instinctively like it has been set on his mind to answer that way..however he pauses again, realizing he is unable to answer the one question his exsistence depended upon. He withdraws.

‘Its always upto you. It was always yours and it will always be your decision to make. Don’t hurt yourself. Don’t hurt her. That demon tricked you onto this. What fair is this deal? You wanted hell fire and look you can’t even control the power. It controls you. I can see your aura changing. Lets hope no one else does..’Sebastian tries to get to him, his voice much louder this time much firmer. But it wouldnot  reach Raven, nomatter how many times he tried.

‘This will never end..’ he sighs,remembering the countless agonizing conversations they had in past.

‘You were fooled Raven and ..’

‘I will and I can control this!!’ the traveler stops Sebastian halfway his sentence, suddenly getting back upto his feet, like jolting away from heavy shackles that was tied onto his shoulders.

‘ Because I have to..there is no other way…’he shouts.

‘And with this power combined with mine,I have enough strength to bring her back  everytime. I can and I will snatch her  back again, away from  the judgement door. I promise I will not let her go. Never’.

 

‘Hey . are we done packing?’ laira asks timidly from the back, interrupting the two men, who seemed to her like two gorgeus men on middle of their heated loveydovey discussion.

‘Almost laira…Did you say goodbye to your boyfriend?’Sebastian winks at her,already calm and composed, as if the mental war they had just now did not take place or it did but it had no  residual effects on him . ‘And by the way what breed is he, your boyfriend I mean?’he adds concerned, his eyebrows narrowed locked to the boy with frizzly hair in highschool uniform far at a distance

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‘Dear Diary..’laira  writes.

I am 15 years old now and life only seems tougher. Days are hard to get by. I see everyone enjoying their life and I cannot imagine how fun they are going to have in this summer vacation. But here I am, sulking  on the 1st day of my vacation unable to get out of my room.

And I have been having very strange dreams lately. Yesterday I saw a boy perhaps my age or little older sitting on the side of the road with his head buried in his arms, crying. I asked him why he was crying and he looked into me so sadly, I feared that those eyes would make me drown in sadness itself. Tears were falling down my eyes and  no matter how hard I tried, it would not stop.  And the funny thing is, i dont even know why..i understand, it was just a dream and I should get over with it but for some reason I cannot help but think’

Laira feels a wave of sadness run through her veins  as she rereads her own writing.

She closes the diary and prays that it would lock her thoughts of pain forever inside, never to be seen, never to be felt.

I definitely need some fresh air’

After changing into her casuals, she grabs her sneakers, runs down the stairs and then, bumps into Yanjas  ‘her teenage crush’.

wha…..t!!!!’ she screams one more time in her head, bumping her little brain all across the insides of her bony cranium.

‘Hey..’ Yanjas smiles. ‘ Where are you running this early morning?’

Just out for some air’ she replies cooly inside her head, confident and bold.

But in reality, laira stands there mute..dumb, looking like she just had a brain freeze.

‘Come over Yanjas’ Urome, her brother calls out from  living room with a coffee mug in his hand, ‘better start the game’.

 

‘ok’  Yanjas shouts back. ‘Here for the videogame’ he says as he walks away, throwing awkward smile to laira.

He might just be the love of my life.. My love pheromones are traveling now  from right atrium to right ventricles to lungs  than to left atrium to left ventricle..aorta and to….’

‘……the circulation’ she screams, as she dashes out of the door, blushing.

 

‘Something is definitely wrong with your sister’ yanjas  whispers  to Urome, with a corncerned look, as they both pause the videogame and stare laira blast out of the door.

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Startled she looks behind only to find a preety young woman staring at her

‘What happened here?’ the traveler wakes disturbed by the noises.

He looks at the lady standing infront of her and falls back to silence.

‘You still are with her..’ the lady, dressed in a yellow ruggage cloak with a hood  speaks after a moment  breaking the silence, her voice shaking while making a statement.

‘what brings you here mother?’asks the traveler.

“Mother?’ exclaims Laira unable to believe that this lady who still looks like she is in her 20’s could be the traveler’s mother.

‘Thank you’ dear says the lady hastily..obviously understanding what little laira meant.

‘when one lives for eternity one forgets to grow old..’she says softly.

Then staring at her son for a moment again, she speaks

‘Let me not be the one to burn you in flames my son for that would be another curse to live with for eternity..’ with tears welling in her eyes.

‘I’m sorry mother’ replies the traveler. His voice filled with grief refusing to face his mother.

A crowd of people wearing same yellow cloak like that of the lady then passes by making a strange noise, like chanting something.

One in the front, a heavily built man with a tattoo of flame made in  middle of his shaved forehead looks at the lady furiously like he dosen’t permit them being seen together and shouts out aloud ‘hell, hell, hell’

The lady on the cloak looks at the man then follows her silently

‘You have a choice mother. Why are you hurting yourself?’ asks the traveler, while his mother silently follows the man.

‘I had a choice son.. I donot have now  but you do. I’m sure you understand’she says

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‘Do you feel no pain?’asks the traveler, his voice stammering, almost broken now while his mother walks away, almost making a request for her to stop.

‘I do. Don’t you?’ she looks at him mournfully  from a distance and disappears in the crowd.

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CHAPTER 3-JOURNEY OF SOULS.

‘He dosen’t talk much, does he?’ laira wanders as she passes by a busy market street, trottling along side the traveller. This was the first human settlement she had come across after 5 days of long trip on the road with him. And till now, she had managed to get nothing off him except that he was a reaper, he took away souls and that he travelled between the gates of human and mystic realms to accompany them for their safe arrival between the gates. And, unfortunately for her, she was trapped along side him now, doing the same till a portal opened for her to get back home.

Frowning at the thought, laira digs in a big bite of zurger. Why name it zurger anyway..if it still tastes like burger? she complains, taking out a coin out of her minibag that the traveller had handed her for safe keeping. The shopkeeper stares at her confused and opens his mouth to reply but soon stops seeing the man standing beside her. ‘Oh your lord forgive me for my impudence..You little girl can take it for free‘ he says trembling and bowing down low. Traveller does not say a thing beside staring at him and walks away. Laira follows him, confused, leaving the coin at the plate.

AS they stride, she notices that everyone around him were clearing their way to let them pass. People stopped  while doing their chores and children  stopped while playing, to bend low there heads. A lady abrupty jerks  her little son’s head by force too to make him bow, that takes laira by surprise. ‘Donot look at lord’s face son’ she hears her say. ‘if you are a bad boy, he will take away your soul.’

The whole street now starts looking like a ghost town to laira with people who didnot speak. She too  follows the traveller silently but  curiously with her eyes running around  to the stalls that featured variety of strange looking foods. Now and then, She meets the gaze of people, trying to get a glimpse of her while still bending their head, with eyes filled with pity in some and fear in others. ”Well… he is the reaper so behold people” death passing by with a girl servant...” laira humors alone inside her head. Then sighs, recalling the sunday markets back in her own home country, wondering if sunday  has passed yet there. ” i wonder if my mother has noticed by now that i am missing..”

They come to a stop at  the edge of the city, what traveller referred to as ‘human settlement area’ entering a small antique looking house. ‘Lord Raven‘ an old man screams with excitement as soon as they step in the door, of what looked like a pub to laira. ‘And laira‘ he adds, reaching out to hug her, after tightly embracing the traveller who awkwardly returns the welcome with a pat on his back.

Growing old..Bran‘ the traveller speaks smiling at him, once he is seated at the wooden table. ‘Yes. All because of kindness of your highness..i have managed to live through these years‘ the old man replies cheerfully, preparing a glass of alcohol to serve him. ‘But i am not prepared to die yet... However, if i do.. i will be very pleased, if you were the one who took me to the gate’ he says placing the fine looking glass on the table infront of him.

Just then, the house shakes lightly and windows clatter. A strange noise plays in the air like song of angels, laughs of babies.Tempted, laira stands up and walks hurriedly to the window to see..and what she sees shakes her,  for she stands staring through the window without blinking her eyes for minutes.

‘It is called ‘hansha’ the parade of souls” the old man now explains, standing beside her, passing her a glass full of mango juice. A creaking sound of door is then heard and they see the traveller march towards the parade. Laira stares at him,too scared to call him back,seeing him leave through the glass, to a mass of walking, floating spirits, ghosts following a person on veil in the front who held a scythe similar to him. ‘Are they on their journey?’ she asks,after a while, her eyes still blankly staring at the transparent entities next to where Raven was now standing.

Yes‘ the old man replies. ‘It’s a long journey. Those floating spirits are the babies and old people and all those walking are the adults who can follow on legs‘he says pointing to the crowd. ‘I also walked. It’s fun. Your legs don’t touch the ground. Its like you are moving but a lift is taking you all the way‘. he chuckles, as if remembering a hilarious incident.

what?‘ laira widens her eyes,her expression clearly seeking the answers. ‘Yes. i was a ghost laira. or Say just a soul without a body.Because, i died young in human world, where you came from. And joined the parade to be reborn again he says scratching his head. ‘Then how are you are here? Shouldn’t you have already reborn again?’ she asks. 

Yes, but i didnot get to the gate. Lord Raven helped me at the gate to escape..’ 

Laira looks at him confused like she had no clue what he was referring to at all.  So the old man explains. ‘I died young laira due to a tumor in my brain. i was just seven years old. I had a bad luck yes’ but i really wanted to live. i had seen nothing of the world except the locality where i lived and the hospital i was getting treatment at. I saw no faces other than my parents, a few students in school and doctors and nurses in the hospital.. But i wanted to meet many people, travel around the worlds.I had so much dreams. Unluckily my time was so less..So i was not willing to go. i was holding back. Unlike, those souls who vanished once they accepted in their heart that it was their faith whether by forgiving those who murdered them, or learning life is not just to all.  But for me, it didnot happen. The parade started with thousands and by the time we reached the gate there were only 400 to 500. i was the youngest one.Perhaps because of that, Lord Raven felt pity for me and helped me escape..’ He looks at the window, while saying that, watching the traveller now return after his brief meeting with the other traveller, with gratitude filled eyes that were now filled with tears.

‘Who is this father?’ a woman’s voice then  interrupts the conversation, looking intently at laira. ‘She is laira’ the old man replies smiling warmly at his daughter, rubbing his eyes. ‘Still so young?’ she gasps. Laira looks at her astounded, hearing that.


 

 

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CHAPTER 2-THE TRAVELLER.

Laira finds herself standing alone in a neatly paved pebbled road, lost in the middle of a dense forest. She looks around, not a single soul on sight. Only occasional sooshing sounds made by leaves when the wind caressed the trees, accompanied her.

‘i think i know this place…’ She wonders, looking around feeling strangely familiar.

‘Hello‘ a voice of a man next to her ear, startles her. ‘Hey’ she replies shyly, after jumping almost a feet away from him with fright. ‘ I didn’t see you coming‘.

‘Noone does. Its impossible to cheat death‘ he answers, his voice monotonus.

Are you death? The one that takes away souls?’ Laira asks, aiming for humour. ‘Yes‘ the man replies, snapping his fingers looking towards the woods. A tree then falls, a passing by deer gets hit by it and dies immediately. He looks back to laira with a smug look on his face, having proved his point. Then, he crushes in the ball of white flame that came out of the deer’s body, inbetween his fingers to a fine powder, infront of her eyes, making sure she saw what he was doing, without saying a word.

However, looking at the blade of scythe and swallowing her throat, laira questions again ‘Are you really death??‘ stressing on ‘really’ to make sure he was clear of what she meant. ‘Y..E..S’ he replies unintrested, making it sound rather long this time, unbelieving how dumb she was.

Laira stands still at the response. Her world starts crumbling now. She was only 13 years old..And she had no clue why and how she had died. This was too much to take and too much of cruel faith to have, she reasons. Tears flows endlessly, down her cheeks and her voice clumps on her throat unable to vent her grief or ask any further questions to the stranger who called himself death. She wipes her tears, sobbing and making ocassional noises like breathing in, forcefully through her congested nose. Only upon seeing her, almost choke to death with tears, the man asks ‘Why are you crying?’

‘Because i am dead…I should have eaten that icecream cake before i got to bed. Now i won’t get to eat and i will be a pathetic ghost haunting for icecreams in freezers‘ she wails, finally able to untie the knot of right words off her heavy chest. ‘And i should have punched my brother’s face today when i was so angry. I will never get to hit him again. And..and.‘ She continues.

‘Sooshh…’The man stops her midway, irritated. ‘What makes you think you are dead?’ He asks. ‘Because, You said you are death! And you look like an angel of death. And i had a feeling i might die soon..’ She replies blowing her nose, loudly, on the hankerchief he had just given.

‘No you are Not dead‘ he also stresses in the ‘Not’ part, looking amused at the character she was. ‘And what, the first thing you thought about was icecream cake??’ He mocks , chuckling at her. Of all the last wishes he had heard, this girl’s was definately going to be most intresting. What a Insane piece ..

‘I am not?‘ Laira widens her eyes, straining her eyelids like almost about to make them pop out of her sockets. She screams with excitement. More like a high pitch baby cry.  That makes the man beside her shut his ears and birds in the nest fly out in fright. Who thought a girl of that size could scream that loud…Finally, settling to her feelings and immensly relieved that she was not going to be a freeze buster , laira moves forward for a handshake shyly. ‘i am laira.who are you??’.

The man stares at her. Shaken. He had no idea what this little girl was going to do next. One minute she was low and the next minute she was high. She was spontaneous. She didn’t think about the next second. Excatly the type, that would jump off the cliff if someone aired on her ears that it was for goodwill.Sheep? Yes. Foolish. Yes. But…he smiles. That was what he had always loved about her. That was why he had brought her back, defying every rules that restrained the idea of resurrection..

‘They call me traveler but you can call me Raven‘ he replies, still staring intently at her marble eyes.

‘ Where are we? Do you know Raven?’ Laira asks smiling at him, scanning the perimeter around.

‘Yes i do.This is an alternate world laira. You are not in a world of just humans anymore. So you need to be careful.’ He warns, starting slowely so that she understood every word he was saying to her.

‘It’s called the mystic land. Because all forms of creatures, humans to supernaturals live here. Yes supernaturals like vampires, werewolves, witches all sorts of that you can imagine.‘ He adds, looking at her face again to check on her expression for any fear or look of confusion that he needed to explain to her. But nothing. She just stares at him, like he was telling her an intresting ghost story by camp fire, her eyes glittering with intrest.

Humans as yourself live longer in this land, because time passes rather slow here than on your world. Most that live were born here, others were probably brought and the remaining are the souls that have been left to roam around. Souls who refuse to cross the gate to the next life and are happy being in purgatory fulfilling their wants that they couldnot fulfill when they were alive in your world’ he adds, giving a side glance to her. Nothing.

And then there are Travelers like me..10 of us. 9 of those, who you should be really scared of above everyone. Do you understand? ‘The traveler stresses, raising his brows, finally noticing her getting lost in train of thoughts.

Yes‘ laira replies blankly.

‘Good. Because i will not say this again. So listen..’

‘So you are not joking at all?‘ she cries in disbelief.

‘Why would i? Do i look like someone who would joke?‘ The traveler asks annoyed, deliberately holding his scythe, as if to rest his arm on it.

Laira gulps. ‘But why should i be scared of travelers if i am not dying? Should i be scared of you too? And how did i get here if i am not dead? Do all of my friend come here now and then?‘ She bombards questions after questions.

‘One at a time..we are not going anywhere’ The traveler speaks under his breath, knowing he has a lot to explain to this girl, who would rather fire questions than listen first.

‘No laira…‘ He continues softly, trying his best to be patient with her now. ‘Your friends will not come here. Once in a while someone is born in your world with capability to cross over, like you are. Infact the humans in mystic land originated with individuals having capability to cross between the realms. But for other normal humans to come here they will need an external force, someone with power to break the barrier for them. And that rarely happens. And yes you should be scared of other travelers because they might take your soul away, which would mean you would actually die here and in your world as well.

Laira gasps.

Finding her composure after a moment, she opens her mouth again. ‘ Sooosh ..‘ The traveler stops her however, already knowing what she was about to ask. ‘No i won’t take your soul. What would i do with that little soul? But there are lot of things others might do.A little girl as yourself could end up being lunch or dinner to anything that lurks in woods’ he answers frowning. ‘That’s why you should stay with me whenever you travel here’ ‘You can be my loyal servant in exchange for protection i give to your life’ he adds, throwing  a corncerned look, seeing her wander helplessly in her mind, like a lost rabbit in thick bushes not knowing what to do or where to go.

Soon  picking up his scythe, the traveler stretches his legs to  walk  ‘Its your decission though..’. Laira stands up too, on hearing him, as though by reflex of her survival instinct. She scans the perimeter one more time before she leaves and follows the man with the scythe running behind him on his journey.

A mischevious grin then stretches under the veil, like he had known all along  how to lure his bait to him.