Things weren’t working out in my favour but I never expected them to. That would be delusional. I was about to set something in motion that would change life as we know it and I just didn’t have enough time to do it right. It had to be rushed and thus resistance was inevitable. Just like this defensive mother in front of me. From her point of view, I’m just a sinister thief who’s trying to deceive them and trying to take their peaceful lives away from them. She’s pointing a sickle at my face which is a totally fair reaction on her part. I’ve tried my best to talk myself through this situation but I only seem to keep making it worse with every next word I utter. Now, a new element has walked into this scenario. As it turns out, the old man I spoke to in the bar happens to be the Lord of Vereen. I am not sure if his appearance here is going to turn the odds in my favour but I’m willing to roll the dice on this one.
‘Oh yes lad. I’ve been the lord of this prison for about three decades now. People often do tell me that I never dress the part, or even act it. When was the last time you saw a noble getting drunk at the local inn in the middle of the day?’ he said smiling as he walked inside. He walked past me to Mirriam and made her lower the sickle. Her face tried to contain her ever-growing rage and it was clear that she didn’t want to explode in front of the lord.
‘I’m sorry to admit it but I did overhear your conversation while I was at your doorstep. I never could resist some drama.’ he said to Mirriam. He then turned to me and began. ‘You’re Mikhail’s friend aren’t you?’
I nodded. It wasn’t entirely true as I barely knew him. But we were comrades of a great cause and just stating that he actually is a friend of mine would win me the Lord’s trust.
‘Mikhail. He’s the one who deserves the title of the lord. He handles the business, he talks to the people, he provides for the people and keeps this place and it’s people warded from the malignant claws of the world outside. He’s worked by my side for over a decade and made this place what it is. He’s like a son to me’ his eyes were losing focus. Suddenly, he looked up at me. ‘I’ve been locked up in this place for a while but I’ve also lived a easygoing life before everything collapsed around us. I’ve been places and I’ve met people. All kinds of people. That’s one of the perks of being a noble.’
His attention now diverted to a very confused Mirriam. He slowly walked up to her and asked her to take a seat. She sat down on the couch and he sat right next to her. ‘Mirriam, how much do you know about the soul?’ he asked her.
A question like that seemed pointless to her. The brow-raise on her face was trying to imply that she was disappointed in the lord for even taking my vulgar hypothesis into consideration. Unable to protest, she did give it a thought. ‘I don’t know much but I do know that it is the force that connects all life.’ She seemed to know more but she didn’t want to discuss the science of the soul keepers. Not right now.
‘Mirriam, I’m not sure if you know the details, but as you might know, just around the time you moved in here, the infamous Waynecastle massacre went down. Every soulkeeper was ambushed and killed except the soulkeeper of shadow who fled the country and was never seen again, leaving the entire place void of anchors to the soul. The murderers made sure to break the cycle and destroyed all delivered eggs so that the soul wouldn’t pass down to new prospects. They even went as far as to pillaging the soul temples.’ She was waiting for more. It seemed like the residents here at least knew about the massacre.
‘This move backfired. The fabric of the soul started to crumble throughout the country. Greenery died, fertility among every species fell, lifespans have shortened and the climate kept getting worse and worse. The entire country has been dying ever since. The entire country except places like ours.’ He continued. ‘Like our friend Randall here, I too have spent a considerable amount of time with soulkeepers. By spending time with them I gained a decent understanding of the soul. Before Mikhail ever came here, I was at the liberty to leave town at my will. Out there in the early years after the massacre, I felt a strong emptiness in every town and city. I always had the suspicion that the soul was slowly dying in places outside Vereen but I was never sure about it. Then Mikhail arrived and with his own understanding of the soul he conjured up a similar explanation and confirmed my suspicions. He had a fair understanding of the soul and our consensus was that Vereen had managed to latch on to the soul unlike the rest of the country.’
The grievous tone in which he told this tragic tale was really hitting the nails on Mirriam. I could tell that this was the information that was left out from the citizens here. She had no idea about the world outside. But even I, who has known the tale for such a long time felt the weight of his words. Whatever it was that he was trying to do, it was working and I let him go on knowing that he would do a much better job than I would.
‘The two of us took upon the responsibility to seal this place and protect the last surviving fragment of the soul. Mikhail did everything from managing operations to planning the expeditions and all I could do was become the town mascot. While Mikhail was busy handling all the important tasks, I had time to sit back and think. Being a mascot isn’t too much fun so I did a lot of drinking and thinking in the time I had. My theory was that our town was the host to a prospect. Three kids were born during the window when the eggs were laid. Clyde, Vivica and your son Edward.’ It was coming. Both me and Mirriam could see it and she did not want to hear what was about to come.
‘Soul keepers stand out Mirriam, even when they are prospects. Randall saw it and so did I. For the last few years, I’ve observed these three kids. While they are all odd in their own way, Edward is a particular kind of peculiar. Soul keepers have a natural affinity towards all soul bearers. Their compassion is enormous and overwhelming to an astounding degree. They are immune to all diseases and the most notable trait is how the environment reacts to them. A prospect is loved and protected by every soul bearer, that is, every living creature except people because we have stronger bias. Most creatures are extremely protective of a prospect and are even willing to go as far as give up their life to protect them from any harm.’ The old man kept going at just the right pace. This is what I should have done but the fact that I was a total stranger had put me at a disadvantage.
‘I’ve known it for some time now Mirriam. Your son Edward is definitely the soul keeper. The last soul keeper in the country. I’ve known for a while and I’ve done nothing. I didn’t know what to do. But someone has come along. Someone who knows what to do and someone who can help you.’ He looked at me trustingly.
‘But…but he’s a thief. He’s just a thief’ said Mirriam. Of course, what would a thief do?
Wilson came to my rescue again. ‘I was not supposed to tell this to anyone. Mirriam, our Mikhail was a thief too. A notorious one. He was a member of the thieves guild just like our Randall here. Mikhail left that life behind to only conserve this little town and Randall is doing just the same.’
She was lost in thought and it was the perfect time to offer my piece. ‘Mirriam, I originally came here to scout this town. The thieves guild is expanding its influence across the west by establishing control in one place after the other and the next settlement in line was Vereen. On my way here, I saw Ed in the woods and soon came to the conclusion that he was a soul keeper.’ I paused. It was time to make a proposal and I had to make the stakes clear. ‘After seeing him and this beautiful town, I was reborn with a new mission. I loved the way the world was and I want things to go back to the way they were. The only thing that matters to me now is to protect you and your son and help him fulfil his destiny as a soul keeper.’
It was assuring, but not enough. I moved closer to her and stared right into her eyes. ‘There are people coming Mirriam. A group of men from the guild follows me as a means of backup. They serve as a safety net for the operation. Once they come here, it exposes the town and the secret behind it to all the wrong kind of people. They will come and eat away at everything while you and your son will end up as spoils of war. That, I think is the best case scenario. Things can get much worse. They are about a day or two behind me so we are running short on time. We need to leave this place right now.’
She clamped her hands on her face and tried to wrestle through the terror in her heart. ‘Why? Why did it have to be him?’ she was close to a break down.
‘I’m sorry’ that wasn’t going to comfort her but it was necessary.
‘Where are we going? And when are we coming back?’ she asked in a trembling voice. The question confused me. Did she not understand what was going on? Was she unable to think properly? I looked at Wilson and he looked back at me with the same concerned expression. He went on to enquire.
‘Mirriam, do you not know?’ She looked at him, expecting more bad news. ‘Know what?’ she asked him.
Wilson took a long pause before answering. ‘A prospect has to blossom into a full-blown soul keeper by the time he or she is 16 years of age. The prospect can only live if they have hatched the egg in their 16th year. Mirriam, your son has less than two years to live!’
Ooh, lots of confusing stuff about the soulkeepers and eggs and stuff. More will be revealed soon about these things as they are part of the primary plot line. There’s a lot of science and system behind soul keepers and with time and new information, it will be solidified.
Wilson Fawk is 71 years old which is unusual in the rest of the country these days. Most people don’t live that long because the fabric of the soul is crumbling and people have limited access to the life force.
The soul is really interesting and versatile. Later in the story, I’ll try to introduce some exciting applications of the soul and its manipulation. Stay hooked!