Xylon decided to bury the bones of the last soul keeper. He spent some time digging a hole near the house, making sure to make it deep enough so that the dog wouldn't be able to dig it up.
Once the hole was deep enough, he gently placed the bones inside and began to cover them with dirt.
He just said:" You should have resisted this terrible fate at least "
As he finished burying the bones, he noticed the dog from earlier had returned and was watching him with interest. Xylon approached the dog, who wags his tail in greeting.
Then said to him:" Your last master was stupid, I could assure you that I am nothing like him "
As Xylon was talking to the dog, he noticed something strange happening. The earth beneath him began to shake and he felt a sudden force pushing the bones out of the ground.
Before he knew it, the bones were pushed out, as if the earth itself rejected them.
Confused and startled, Xylon tried to bury the bones again, but the same thing happened. The ground shook and the bones were pushed out of the soil. He tried several times, but to no avail.
Finally, he gave up and sat on the ground, wondering what was going on.
" What the fuck! What is ?? I can't even burry the last fucker in the ground, are we that doomed , I mean I could do something to his bones , but I figured that the fucking humans would love to return to their mother earth , right now , seriously I am thinking of other ways to get rid of his bones "
Xylon pondered for a moment, considering his options. He knew that he couldn't simply leave the bones lying around, but the fact that the earth had rejected them made it clear that there was something deeply wrong with the situation.
As he walked around the farm, he came across a small pond that he hadn't noticed before. The water was still and dark, but there was something about it that drew him in. He approached the edge of the pond and looked down at his reflection in the water.
Suddenly, he had an idea. What if he were to toss the bones into the pond? Perhaps the water would accept them where the earth had not. He quickly made his way back to where he left the bones and retrieved them, then returned to the pond.
Taking a deep breath, he tossed the bones into the water. They sank quickly, disappearing into the murky depths. Xylon watched intently, waiting for some sign that his plan had worked.
At first, nothing happened. The water remained still and silent. But then, slowly at first, ripples began to spread out from where the bones had disappeared. The ripples grew larger and more intense, until the entire surface of the pond was churning and boiling.
Xylon stumbled back, shocked by the sudden display of power. He watched as the water began to rise, spilling over the edges of the pond and flooding the surrounding area.
And when the water began to recede, he noticed that the bones were there .
"This is really interesting," he muttered to himself, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Maybe there's something in these bones that's getting in the way of disposing of them."
Xylon set out to investigate further. He explored every inch of the farm and the surrounding areas, searching for any clues or hints that might shed light on the mystery of the bones.
Accompanied by the dog, Xylon made his way back to the house, determined to conduct a thorough search. He began by examining every inch of the small home, searching for any clues or hidden compartments that may have been overlooked.
As he rummaged through drawers and cabinets, the dog sniffed around the perimeter of the room, occasionally barking to alert Xylon of something interesting.
After several hours of fruitless searching, Xylon was beginning to feel discouraged. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a loose floorboard in one corner of the room. He pried it up with his bare hands, revealing a small compartment hidden beneath.
Curious, Xylon reached inside the opening and felt around. His fingers soon closed around a small, smooth object. He pulled it out and examined it closely. It was a small crystal, roughly the size of a walnut, and it glowed with a soft, otherworldly light.
As he held the crystal in his hand, Xylon felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if the crystal was somehow communicating with him, imparting knowledge and wisdom beyond his comprehension.
Xylon stared at the crystal in his hand, mesmerized by the visual recording that appeared in front of him.
He watched as the image of the last soul keeper appeared before him..The dog began to bark excitedly when he saw him .
As he listened to the message, Xylon's mind raced with questions and possibilities. What could this mean? Why did the previous keeper leave him this message? Was there something he needed to do?
He turned to the dog, who had been watching him intently, as if waiting for his reaction.
"Did you know about this?" Xylon asked the dog, who merely wagged his tail in response.
"Greetings, Xylon Sinclair. By now, you have come to know me as Arthur Sinclair, the last Soul Keeper before you. I speak to you now from beyond the veil of death, as I have long passed on from this world."
The voice continued, imparting its knowledge with the wisdom of ages, "You must understand that the cycle of Soul Keepers is an eternal one, a curse that we are all bound to. For fifteen years, we must labor in this place, tending to the souls of those who have passed on. It is a noble task, they will say, but I tell you now, I loathed every moment of it. And now, you too are bound to this fate, with no hope of escape."
The voice paused for a moment, before continuing with a sense of urgency, "But there is something else that you must know, Xylon Sinclair. Something that they will not tell you. Something that I discovered in my own time here. You are not alone in this place. However, no one will come to relieve you of your duty, and no one will see your face again once you have entered this farm."
"And there is one more thing," the voice said, with a hint of recognition in its tone. "I know who you really are, Xylon Sinclair. Or should I say , Zephyr "