Spiritual: The Four Relics

Chapter 2

So it was another boring day and another boring year and blah, blah, blah...

Thalia was at home, usually, repeating 'magic' that was related to her with the ability similar to her grandparents'. But as hard as she tried, all she did was hurt her butt,

"You are not trying, Thalia my dear," said her grandmother, who is the caring person in the house- always baking cookies,

"She is trying, honey... She just needs more time.." answered her grandfather, the BIG man of the house, the kind one,

Even though their the sweetest people Thalia has ever had, she still finds them very stubborn. They simply can't give up the belief that their granddaughter is gifted and that she would be an Einjehr, a member of a society called the Death Council.

The council is responsible for taking care of dark entities that disrupt both the Overworld, which is Earth and the Underworld, where the dead live. Obviously, it's hard for Thalia to believe that a mere mortal could enter a world where people who have already taken their last breath to stay in as their final home. Her grandparent's stories are truly weird, even if she's an atheist.

After stories told by them seem even weirder the next, Thalia had tried her best to convince her dear grandparents that they must've to overdose themselves with whatever potions they had in the basement until they could become so creative that it could drive herself crazy.

But alas, she fails each and every time- so she continues with her so-called 'training'.

After earning several bruises as rewards from training, Thalia dragged her way to the cemetery behind her home. The cemetery was the only place where she can focus on problems in her life as a 'cursed' child. It wasn't abnormal for her to hear distant voices of the residents nearby chanting her to leave them for she was referred as a cursed child taken care by a strange old couple that no one had actually spoken to in the neighborhood. It was a good thing not many of them dared to approach her or the cemetery that had been abandoned for decades.

As she tries to calm herself down like every other day, she hears leaves rustling not too far behind her, across a few tall slim trees leading to a humongous forest. Thalia frowns, wondering who could be in the emerging from the forest in a time like this- as there is actually an electrified fence surrounding the whole perimeter of the forest,

"Hello, is someone there?" Thalia questioned as she turned towards the direction of the noise.

There was no response, only more rustles and a growl.

Even more curious, she decided to approach the fence, careful to not trip and accidentally touch the electrified fence. As she proceeded further, the source of the sound came from behind a fallen tree that had fresh red handprints of a human all over it. She seemed somewhat afraid to come closer but did it anyway.

Thalia took few more steps to see a partially deceased human crawling aimlessly on the floor- with no legs...

"Aaaahhhhh!!!!" Thalia screamed, so did the zombie.

Like a cheetah, Thalia ran pass all the tombstones quickly but carefully until she reached the back porch of the house and slammed the door just as she entered the house. Thalia could've sworn she heard it say 'stop' but she didn't care at all, not even a second. She took quick deep breathes, feeling her heartbeat increasing each breath she took. Grabbing a plastic cup from one of the drawers and taking a drink to calm her down. Too bad it wasn't working though, so she tried to find her pills, but...

"Dammit! Where are those damn pills?!" she cursed as she ruffled through her messy tied bun, "Forget it, where's Margaret?" who is her grandmother.

Thalia tries finding her grandmother in her usual room, which is their personal library, but to no avail. She then scans the living room, the bathroom, the master bedroom, even the attic- but failed. She afterward wondered whether or not her grandmother had entered the kitchen to check on her because of her scream earlier on, only to find a bright neon yellow note standing out from all the other notes that seemed dull. Thalia plucked the sticky note from the door of the fridge and read it,