Zac, Zara and Zombies

Part 3

Aurelia

“Will they survive?” my grand daughter asked. She still retained her mortal form, though it was mist against the stars. Pure as snow now, she had lived as full a life as I had.

I shook my head. “I do not know. I think some will. It is a matter of both circumstance and free will as to who it will be.”

“With all of my help and perhaps more from our people, can we save the humans?” She sounded wistful.

“We have done all we can. Struggle is for the living now, for we are not.” I turned away.

“Our people will survive, but I worry for the humans. They are weak and we are strong. What will happen when our people come to reclaim the land? There are those in the Atlantic who will see this as an opportunity to regain what we lost.” She touched my arm. “Grandmother, is there anything we can do?”

“We can watch and wait,” I responded. “If we have the power to help, perhaps one day we can. But if it is the destiny of the Earth to die and be made new, then we cannot change things now. Our time is done.”

I felt the fear that preceded the returning evacuees, like a fog that hid their approach. They would need to find a stronger emotion to drive them to survive, if they wished to live.

“Then watch and wait I will, with tears for what is lost to the living,” she said, settling down on the shore. “Here they come. They return to my land home and I will watch them come.” She looked up at me, the shimmer in her eyes catching the starlight. “Tell my consort where I am if he asks. This was his home, too.”

I sighed. “He has souls to collect to bring to judgement. His kindness is much needed in these days of so much death. When he comes looking for you, I will send him.”