Grim looked up, and his eyes met with the silver eyes of a pale, spirit-looking individual with scruffy black hair, a lightly toned body, wearing an ancient set of armor with a sword out. They hopped down from the tree, landing perfectly in front of them. He noticed Grim, and bowed respectfully.
"The Grim Reaper. I welcome you once again. What doomed soul have you brought to us today?" The unknown person shook the Reaper's hand, as if they were well acquainted. Allison looked at the two in confusion.
"Ally. . This is Solomon. No, not as in the king of Israel. A different one. He guards the land, and commences trials." He stated.
". . I don't even know about the king of Israel, but okay." Allison commented. Grim's body grew hot with embarrassment.
Solomon glanced at her, and Ally stared back.
"Such tattered clothing is absolutely not fit for such an event. We must get you new clothes." Solomon muttered.
Allison shrugged, and both her and Grim followed Solomon. The knight snapped his fingers, and on cue three pairs of clothing/armor appeared. One was shiny, yet looked heavy and uncomfortable with a large sword as the weapon, another was made of brown leather and light, yet weak with a simple knife as defense, and the other had a cloak paired with two daggers, as well as a bow and arrow.
"Mortal, if you wish to move onto the trials, you must choose your armor. The first is very good for defense, yet weighs you down. The second is extremely light, yet provides very poor defense and weaponry. The third is perfectly light with decent weaponry and clothing, but also does not provide much protection or camouflage." Solomon replied.
"Third outfit." Allison then added, "I'm positive."
Solomon nodded, grabbing it. He snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye the bloody, ripped gown was gone, and she now wore the outfit.
"This is like something out of a fairy tale. ." She whispered, staring at herself in awe.
Grim chuckled in amusement. "I guess you could say Solomon has never moved on. Ever since he was denied entry to Heaven and refused to go to hell after he died in the Medieval times, he took on the role of the Trial Spirit of Limbo. He never got over this tradition." He commented.
"Now now, enough talk! It is time for the first trial. In order to make it onto the second trial, you must survive the Forest of Lies. Now go, get a move on!" Solomon ordered. As if spooked, Allison quickly got a move on, running after Grim.
"He's bossy, isn't he?" Ally asked.
"I wouldn't say that. It's just the way he was taught to be." Grim responded.
As they approached the forest, the trees grew more colorful. The style was like summer nights in the mortal realm, with some piles of leaves here and there from dying trees. All of a sudden, a large pile of leaves rustled to their side, and the leaves rustled as a tunnel-like shape morphed under them. Ally shouted out in surprise as something light blue burst out, and jumping in front of them.
"Hiya! I'm Cinders!" The creature greeted happily. It looked like a spirit, yet was much smaller.
"Woah. . What are you?" Allison asked, bending down and curiously picking up the little critter.
"I guess you could say I'm a lost spirit, kiddo. I'm here to help you out behind Solomon's back!" They replied in a high pitched voice, giggling.
"Why Solomon would never allow this! How dare you--" Grim raised his scythe in fury, only to notice Ally's fear. Grunting in frustration, he lowered it.
"Okay. . Where do we go then?"
"Wait, what's that box you got there?" Cinders asked. Grim stared at the little vermin in confusion, wondering why they took such an interest in it.
"Oh. . It's my music box. My grandma and grandpa gave it to me when I was five. ." Allison mumbled.
Cinders shrugged, before hopping out of her arms. "Come on! Beginning of the trial is right this way folks!" Cinders shouted, before dashing off.
Grim glared as they disappeared into the bushes.
"It's only for a little while, Grim. . You can survive him for that long, right?" Ally questioned.
Grim sighed, debating on it.
"Alright. . Fine. Only because you want him to come along."
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Espiritual"Grim, where are we?" The ground was cold, coated thickly with dead grass, practically burned to a crisp. The trees around him were all dead, yet on them grew leaves just as dark as their bark. ". . Dear child, where we are is not a safe place." "Wh...
