MYSTIC WORLD

Ask The righ Questions

Where am I? Abigail whispered under her breath as her eyes fluttered open.

Michael looked at her direction briefly then back to her fully when he saw her eyes opening " You awake? Thank goodness." He unfold his legs.

Abigail rolled her eyes in displeased when she saw Michael.

"You scared me woman."

She managed to raise up from the bed. "What happened, what did you do me?"

"Me?" He said in defence of himself. What can he do to her. "What can I do to danger herself?" He rested his back on the chair, not removing his gaze from her. "I guess I just save danger from danger. You welcome." Though Michael could not understand why she collapsed, but he does know he need to get her out of there. For some reason, protecting her became his priority.

"I need to go." She groaned tired. It nice for him to have brought her back to his haunt but she do need to go. She still on the run. But why does it felt like she has run to something she cannot outrun.

"I'm sure you do, but you need to stay here till the day break." She rolled her eyes in disagreement. " The festival has started and the whole town is out. The woods are full of all manner of souls right now. Believe me woman, you do not want to be out there." In Michael's mind, only a fool will want to be out there, but Abigail was no fool... She wasn't like them either.  She was something more — something to be feared.

"What souls?" She questioned as she managed to seat up.

"The souls of our ancestors." He looked surprised at her ignorant. Of course, she couldn't have know about that. That's Salam business.

"What are you talking about? " She does look like a lost puppy right now, with her bemused eyebrows.

Michael scoff and shook his head. Seriously? "Clearly you're not from around here.
     Listen, every year we gather together to honor our ancestors for giving their lives for freedom of this town from black magic witches and their blood thirsty demons. Our ancestors souls will be summon in flame and they will all come out and walked the land they gave their lives for just for one night, ones in every year. Right now, there souls has been summoned and the woods are filled with them. You don't want to be out in those woods tonight. "

Charming "If they died for this town, they won't be killing, will they? " She asked, almost like she was certain.

Good question.

"I never mentioned killing." Michael raised a suspicious eyebrows.

"You said I can't be out."

He could have mean anything, why does she think death first?

"It our tradition. The woods are theirs for the whole night, and we must honor it."

Abigail scoffed disgust, because of his foolishness. "You humans are so ignorant. Your ancestors walking around in woods, in the land they died for, in other to free you from witches," Micheal tried to ignore the sarcasm in her tone. "and yet your whole town is full of witches." Michael blinked in confusion at the certainty in her tone, she talked as if she was sure. "Can I ask you a question sire?" He nodded. "If they don't kill; how is it that someone must die every year."
She knew too much for a stranger.

"It not a must, it just unfortunate. Those are the people that dishonor them and come out to the woo..." Michael paused, lean forward to his knees. "And where did you hear all of this from?"

A smile curved out from Abigail mouth. "Unfortunate?" She scoffed with her mouth closed. "There's no such thing as coincidence sire, everything happens for a reason.
      If you don't mind me asking; you're in the woods right now, it almost like you're sure you won't die. Why is that? "