Crooks have many names amongst people: Evil-doers, villains, the bad guys. We call them Rift Reapers -those who open the doors. Well, more like the ones that rip holes into the walls between the worlds. We don't know how they came to be -one moment there was none, the next we found the first Reaper. And all too soon there was more of them. There's something in them that allows them to bring objects and creatures from other worlds into ours with a simple thought. I don't know how, I doubt anyone does, but I do know it hasn't been a good thing. Not at all.
We do our best to repair the rifts the Reapers leave behind, to banish whatever they happen to call forth. I suppose that's why people have started to call us Healers, heroes of our world. I guess it's understandable, we are trying to protect our world after all. And sometimes it requires hard actions.
No one knows how we're able to banish what the Reapers can create. Or what really happens. Do we kill them? Send them back to their worlds? Or maybe we simply erase their code from the universe. I guess that would be a more appropriate title -Eraser.
I was discovered when I banished our neighbor's dog. I was two, and got scared when it licked my face, though my supervisor would say it was all a lie if he knew I was told this. I guess it explains why I'm so good at what I do, why banishing Reapers and their creations has never been a problem to me. I didn't even have a problem banishing the Reaper that told me about my past. I seem to be a natural. But I do sometimes wonder where that dog ended up.
The Reapers are sadistic monsters who only want to create chaos and destruction. That's what they've told us many times along the road. Almost always it has been true, at least if you ask their victims. And I, too, used to be sure about it. Unfortunately I haven't been too sure about anything lately. But right now, when I'm standing here covered in the blood of a young unicorn, when the pale blue eyes of the little girl in front of me are starting to understand what ”death” means... Now I know that I'm on the wrong side.
Saturday, 7 November 2009
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