I lead them to my small cabin in the woods. I brewed hot chocolate, and sat with them on the porch steps.
“So,” I began. “How do you know my name?”
Annabelle pulled the mug of hot chocolate and took a sip before answering. “Your mother, Naomi Easton, keeper of Liber De Morte?"
The book. My mother’s book. I blinked, remembering it perfectly.
“Alana,” My mother’s voice. “Alana, dear.” She called out. I dashed inside, mud all over my elbows and knees. My white shirt was matted with brown mud, my shorts absolutely dirty. She laughed, I haven't heard that laugh in years. Her eyes shifted suddenly, from humor to sternness. "Alana, one day I'm going to leave you, and I need you to take care of something of mine." Her kind eyes assured me. Her soft hands stroked my hair. "It's a book. You have to keep it safe." She pointed to the shelf, one read Liber De Morte.
"Alana!" Annabelle was shaking me. I blink again. "Wh-what?" The three of them looked at me in concern. "Your eyes turned silver and blank." Aaron explained. "Yeah..." I say, rubbing the back of my neck. "That's what I do when I have a flashback-- When I remember something." They all look at me in curiosity. Quickly, to stop the awkward silence, I clear my throat and murmur, "Continue."
Annabelle began again. "She gave that book to you, so you're the keeper now. Your mother's family passes the book down from generation to generation. That book has a horrid history behind it. The Grim Reaper-- The angel of Death, he gave that to his mortal love as a gift. That mortal happened to be your great, great, great, great..." I began to count them, but lost track. "Grandmother." She finished, gulping a breath of air. "In the 1700s, era of the beginning of America." I slowly nodded, asking, "What's so important about Liber De Morte?" I questioned.
"You can communicate with the dead, if you were to use that book. It's filled with deadly spells-- Why else would it be important?" Ethan explained. I slowly nod, and ask, "And why are you here?"
"We need to you and the book safe. Give you training to defend yourself, you know."
"What's in it for me?" I question. "Survival. And... I think there's someone you want to meet."
"Who?"
Annabelle clears her throat. "Jacob Easton."
YOU ARE READING
Liber De Morte
RomanceAlana Easton lived a simple life; that was until she went to the Intrepidus headquarters, where she found her brother, who was taken from her as a child. Now, as the protector of the Liber De Morte-- The book of Death, she explores a spiritual world...
