Daughter Of The Soil

The awakening

The street smelled of mud and burnt tires. Layonu surreptitiously covered her nostrils at the acrid smell. Remembering all too well, she knew the smell of dark magic. Walking briskly across the deserted streets she came to her destination. A lonely house sat between two huge trees. Without ringing any bell, there actually wasn't any to be pulled she hastily opened the gates and hurried in closing them gently behind her.
Now that she was here, she realised she was actually scared. Refusing to give in to fear, she walked towards the house. She knew what she had to do even if that was the last thing she wanted to do.
Walking with light but quick steps with her heart in her throat she made her way to the back of the house. She knew that was where he buried it. He told her that before he died. Thinking about him brought a fresh wave of fear and feeling of loss. She thought she had gone past that. He was her father, he remains so even after all she's found out about him. She should have known actually, I mean who enters trees and addresses the wind? Maybe she was just so young then.
She shook herself to let go of her thoughts and focus on the task at hand.
The place was a total junkyard with debris strewn everywhere and crickets chirping loudly, chairs and what would have been tables if they had their legs sat abandoned. Moss grew in abundance and the whole place reflected abandonment.
Layonu took a quick look around trying to figure out where he could have buried it. He didn't say where exactly. He just said he kept something for her here. What sort of thing do you keep buried she mused, what sort of treasure could that be? She didn't see anything that could give her a hint. Moving deeper into the darkness, she saw a patch on the ground that looked different from the rest. Grabbing a rod she found on the ground she began to dig. After about half an hour, she was exhausted and ready to give up. Just as she hit the ground in frustration one last time, the rod struck something. It gave a loud bang and something shrieked horridly! If she wasn't on her hands and knees she would have been by the gate already.
"I'm here already" she thought
"I can't leave now can I? "
Whatever was in that hole she'd find out.
She dipped her hand in and brought out a golden urn. The urn had inscriptions on it. The kind that lined the walls of her father's bedroom. Feeling more encouraged by that, she pulled the urn open and her life was changed forever...