Chapter 2: The Robed Man
A briskly chilled wind awoke sleeping Mors from his deep slumber. He didn't usually lose consciousness crying for the dead, as he would usually just cry for a while before taking himself back to a small hut on the side of the cemetery.
Keeping his eyes shut, he just breathed in the cold crisp air that usually lingered along the graveyard ground. Asking himself, 'When was the last time I actually slept on the cemetery ground? Was it only a decade ago? Who knows at this point, anyway... Ahhh, but it is truly a relaxing experience.'
Thinking to himself about all the times he rested with the brave heroes. The soft winds calmly rolled over him, and feeling it throughout his clothes, Mors decided to get up. With his old bones popping, he stretched his muscles and moved himself to a sitting position. Rubbing his eyes, he opened them to an unexpected scene.
On the ground was a light blue mist, lightly illuminating the surroundings. Blooming forth from the ground was an arrangement of vibrant colors. An assortment of flowers, from roses to daisies, in new bountiful ways. Icy blue roses chilled the very air around it, while marron orchids that seem to cause the ground behind them to move in strange ways.
Dandelions in a brilliant white glow that sparkled around in the wind, brightening up its own little area. Staring in shock at the beautiful sight in front of him, he took a deep breath to try and control his amazement. Taking a venturous look around the mystical graveyard, Mors found about fifty floating blue spheres. Silently drifting through all the flowers, dancing between the tombstones, they seemed to play a game of tag with each other.
Zooming around the place, they seemed as happy as they could be. Watching their little game for a while, a dumb smile appeared across Mors's face. As he watched them, he realized that someone else had appeared beside him.
Taking a look over his shoulders, he found an elderly man, like him, in a black robe, holding something on his back. As he turned to the fellow, Mors decided to greet this stranger, "Hello there, do you know where we are? I thought I was in my cemetery, but everything is so much more vibrant than my cemetery… So kind sir, where are we?"
Replying in a raspy voice, the man replied, "Oh, we are in your cemetery, but you are in the spiritual side of it."
Shocked at the answer, it took Mors a second before he realized what this meant. He had died. Sorrow filled his mind before he heard the man continue, "Oh, don't worry, you won't die. You just got really close to death there, buddy. Usually, you would have died, but since you took such care of the dead and respected them so, you won't die."
Relief came into his mind because if he was going to die, he wanted to at least fight a bit, and have a heroic death, maybe. Taking a chance, Mors decided to ask, "What are those blue blobs over there?"
The man, seeming happy at Mors curiosity, replied, "Oh, those fun little sprites, Those are the ones who died in a positive manner… Heroically, or with their friends. Either way, they did without any big regrets."
As Mors looked out at the blue blobs, or rather ghosts, they did seem to be playing around happily. They played and played like they were filled with unending energy as they raced against each other around. But as his eyes explored his cemetery, he found something different from all of the other happy lumps of blue joy.
They were a deep red color, hiding in the corner of the cemetery with deeper flowers. Dark flowers that looked like sunflowers, with deep black shadows beneath them. Flowing around them were five of the red blobs slowing twirling around themselves. Gloom seemed around them as Mors asked the kind man, "What about those red ones?"
Surprise seemed to light up the robed man's face as he asked, "Where do you see red ones?"
Seeing the large change in reaction of the man next to him, Mors replied, "Oh, over there by those dark sunflowers… Why are those sunflowers so dark… They should be called nightflowers, maybe."
Looking over, realization and excitement came over the robed man's face, completely taking over the surprise. Taking a closer look, the man replied, "Oh, I am surprised that you can see them… Interesting… Well, those are unrestful souls; they died in ways that are… 'unagreeable'... As in either in betrayal, experimentation, etc."
Becoming concerned, Mors asked, "Oh no, is there anything someone can do for them? Like so they can be happy like the other…. It would be so sad to see them like that forever."
A slight smile appeared on the man's face, almost invisible inside the man's hood. Taking his hand forward towards Mors's shoulder, and while moving both of them towards the red ghosts, he spoke, "Oh, of course, but we have to ask first since they can be a little… emotional at times."
After a few moments, the duo arrived before the red floating blobs, and the man asked, "Hello there, unrestful spirits! I know you're still angry over death and such, but this fellow wants to help you to deal with things in the material world. Would you be ok going with him?"
Surprised by the choice of words that the robed man used, it took Mors a second to relax before he looked towards the red ghosts. Watching for something to happen. Anything. As Mors waited, what seemed like minutes passed before the ghostly red blobs moved forward toward Mors. Mors tried to move, but he found himself stuck in place as the five red blobs moved into his body and disappeared.
Looking over, he found the robed man. He found him smiling weirdly before slowly turning into mist. Calling out, Mors asked, "What's happening? Where did they go?"
The robed man, who started getting scarier and scarier by the minute, just laughed and said the most horrifying thing possible at that moment, "Don't worry about it."
Looking around, Mors started to feel dizzy as everything started spinning from his perspective. Not long after, he found himself on the ground again, staring up at the sky as he watched the blue moon change back into as it slowly turned back to its crystal-clear white color. Sitting up again, all the pretty flowers had turned back into their regular forms or had altogether disappeared from reality.
Spinning around to look at his surroundings, he felt massively confused by what just happened, thinking, 'Was it a dream? I must have been, right? Nothing that crazy would have happened to me…. I do feel kinda sleepy… Maybe it was a really bad dream… well, it wasn't actually that bad..... it was just super vivid.'
Sighing to himself, he grabbed the flask that was empty by his side. Looking into the silver flask, he sighed after losing out on the chance to help others for once. He had always loved and hated this graveyard since he could never help those outside of it. He just had to watch as they piled up. It kinda broke him inside watching everyone risk their lives while he was stuck tending to them after they died.
As he stared into the flask, with tears brimming from his eyes, he found his surrounding strangely red. Quickly looking around, he found nothing at all, thinking, 'Maybe I was daydreaming… I should probably go to bed,' he quickly shuffled towards his cabin.
Slowly moving towards his small cabin, or more accurately a shed, Mors started to think about that weird dream. He wished it came true since he would then be useful for once. As he felt that, the winds started to pick up in a chilly fashion that brought a shiver to his old body.
Bringing himself to walk a little faster now, he finally saw the little shed that he called home. With a small little garden that gives him enough to eat, and a bed of flowers, he can plant or give out. They seemed more vibrant than usual, which Mors attributed to the weird dream.
Opening his door, he found the handles creaking more than usual, and he could see a little bit deeper into the room than usual. Thinking to himself, 'What is happening?' He got an unexpected answer.
As he stood in the doorway into his home, he heard in a gruff voice, "Because of us…."
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