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Rey awoke in the night to a bang followed by the chilling tingling of shattered glass. There was a thick and unpleasant smell hanging in the air. He realized to his awakening surprise it was smoke and worse it must be close. The roaring crackle of a large fire reached his ears, under the door he could see a faint orange light and was beginning to feel a heat unbecoming of the dead of night. It whispered to him, just as the wind had before but this was different, it wasn't a far off voice rather the call of something in the church itself. "Come my little fox," it beckoned. "So I may remind you."With trembling legs Rey got up, a sweat already soaking his nightclothes. He pushed out the door and into the hall, letting out a cough as he got a breath full of bitter smoke. The hall was on fire, but it was a strange fire, it neither spread nor devoured and as he looked at it, it seemed to part as if welcoming him to its center most flame. Below the flickering orange were slashes al
Three years passed with feelings of anxiety and melancholy, an unconventional mix. Just days before his birthday, the pastor sent Rey to go pick up some general necessities: flour, salt, and oil were at the top of the list. He had left with a bit of a protest and one of Tanaka's odd songs going round in his head. Though he soon found himself humming as he went down the little hill on which the church sat. Below he could see the village with its houses of wood and stone and a little open market in the center.The sun had long since risen in a blue sky but a light dew was still noticeable in the grass. People in common and uncolorful clothing scuttered around going about their day. However, as Rey got into the village itself he noticed a few odd and concerning looks from the few people not too busy to notice him. Mothers turned their children's attention away as he walked through the market and into a larger building, at least in comparison to the others. Inside a tall ma
A child's mind has a great deal of trouble remembering an adult's life, yet Rey's old-world visited him by dreams and flashbacks. Pastor Gregory had been frank with him, he wasn't his legitimate son. When he was five years old he was told the story of how on a silent winter's night there had been a knock on the door of the cozy church. When he had roused to open it, still in his bedclothes, he had found a child in ragged and muddied cloth left not two inches from the threshold. Not fitting with the condition of the cloth was an immaculate silver pendant with the name Rey spelled in onyx.The church, or rather the pastor, had adopted him, not knowing what else to do. Given his age, he was more of a grandfather to Rey than anything.The back rooms of the church also served as their parsonage, and not to them alone, a woman who Rey was pretty sure wasn't family of Gregory by blood or marriage, lived with them. She went by Ms. Tanaka and was clearly even older than the pas
Crash. The sound of shattering glass accented the sudden bang as a massive truck made a violent and screechy collision with an old SUV. Someone screamed across the road as cars skidded to a halt on either side of the mess. The diver's side had caved in with horribly twisted metal while the truck bounced on, dented but functional stopping at the curbside. Reynard Mattias stood frozen, eyes wide in horror as he watched from the sidewalk. To his right was the turn off to a parking lot, where the SUV- where his father should have turned to pick him up.Something else was on the road he noticed, as his nose filled with a foul and smoky smell. Mixed with the broken glass which reflected the grey sky was a crimson, just a little, but it was enough to send him spiraling in inclination to the worst outcome. The driver got out of the truck, a short piggy man with no sleeves covering his hairy arms. Sweat gleamed on his forehead as he took deep breaths. Sirens wailed in t