Familiar sounds of the heart monitor and a ward of hurt children screaming down the way. The cloud of doctor talk of solutions. The heavy weight of her brother sleeping at her side and the nature of her mother knocked out in the chair beside them. She blinks away the sleepy, and she can hear the sound of a TV volume being turned up. The reporter occasional states what has happened. The disbelief and terror. Yet it was fate to be. Last time was simply an accident. This time was unconfirmed detail of being a terrorist attack. This minor detail is all the difference between when she last looked at this moment of her life. She has iv drips through her leg and hand as before. Yet this liquid wasn't clear, it's cloudy. Minor changes... little things.
"I can't believe this worked." She heard, the undertaker with the long white hair jolted that she heard him. She gives smile with happy to see him.
Although his fancy suit was a little pulled apart, his right arm in a sling and the hat clearly seen better days. He still has his cold aura, strong, steady eyes, and flowing white hair. He looked worse for wear but he was safe. Everyone is now safe. Those names that have been altered can't be rewritten so soon from the events. This was why those tragic falls of the towers couldn't be undone. Once it happened and those souls have changed, even if time reverts backward - these larger changes would always be the same. She has so many questions of why she alive again, here before potatoe imp. But that history wasn't totally erased. The undertaker was still injured from before he fell into that bathroom. Or was she here because of the potatoe salad accident. She muddled now.
"Eliza." Her mom stammered in waking up. Her brother hugs tight of being happy his sister was awake. The undertaker moved well out of sight. The doctor comes in and does tests. But he clearly was very concerned. He listened more areas of her. They can't afford an xray or for any further treatment. The doctor although with all these health concerns. He doesn't have the authority to stop them from leaving this hospitals. At the best he can offer from then forwards was not for her to push limit as whatever it was connected with irregular heart rhythm and stomach problems. She felt it too, like the hole through her hasn't healed. She felt all sorts of body wrongs but the sad reality is likely they are never going to find these problems in a MRI or Xray.
Once they were in the car, she not only was sulky in how hot the car is but the new senses being muddled. She had strange perception, touching through her shadow, light sensitivity that was temperature for her and the voices weren't loud like before. She can't hear herself think straight. She hears thumbing and flaps, books constantly drowning her. A constant moving of heavy books being scribbled and scratches. Voices of things talking at the pages.
"Are the waterparks closed?" She asked in wondering. Some of her rough filtered eventually.
"Might be in respect of those in New York." She softly nods with her brothers reply, "Why?"
"I was just checking that names were safe." He looked confused while mom slams breaks down. Holding seat belts tight as they all felt the force. The blare of horns behind and the traffic lights. She barely manages through this junction. Taking them to grandpa instead of back to their aunt. In just checking, her uncle was in fine control - just a genuine minor illness then soul name tampering or imp. Her Grandpa was home alone and was trying to do basic things in the back garden as they pulled up. As everyone headed into the cold air filtered house, some of the pain felt lifted while still there. Her mom spoke first to grandpa alone as the two siblings were at the private guest room. Eliza lays in the bed ans her brother switched on the small TV here. Continued watching that little was left.
"The Seer side of my family tried to sell names from the books. These books are the records of all things with a soul. That man was trying get some deal with these hollow empty beings. This deal fell through because of me. This pain I am in isn't my living body at fault." She spoke softly and her brother turned around in shock, "I can if I really wanted to, read those records. Summon the book to myself. My mask too." She scrunched tight in a little ball as this was a comfortable position. He lifted to sit beside her and pet her. He couldn't imagine what she was going through. Clearly she wasn't saying everything. There had to be more to it. He looked at the images and back to her.
"If you stopped the books being messed with, what about those people?" He meant the event.
"I have a theory that once you change a soul for what it was, then you can't change it back. All those in the plane were such cases, it was to late to prevent them being tampered. Most of those in the towers escape bad soul fate but their living names had already been adapted to transfer into the other book. I am sure some will survive through divine intervention if the god's need them." She holds her tummy as it hurts. She quiet dazed. Strong meditation from those iv and leaving against doctors orders.
"So how long until the Seer folks show up?" He asked in a frown, staring to the TV dazed. He looked at her face, he can see there is something very wrong. That he know she also meant herself. He can see in her eyes that there been a change that wasnt there. He looked mornful of knowing there is loss. Loss ahead. He comforts at best he can offer yet he knew that this was a sort of goodbye too. A chance to accept the on coming fate there has to be. Her skin and just her everything is change. The pain was proof that she is a living breathing person. And instead of moping, she relished this pain in embracing this. She isn't going anywhere soon. She feels it so. But the little scared girl has been replaced. Someone who knows who they are is shining in those eyes of colored life.
"If I knew how to explain things... I would. But we don't need to be fearful of the Seers. They are just humans that can do little. It's our job as the Fallowns to stop them from selling soul names to unknown entities. I am sure if they sell it to a god, demon or even a undertaker... that soul will never take the journey I had. Even if they do... I will be there to shatter those chains." She girts a moment for a pain wave to pass and gone. She pets his head, "That is what I promised to be. I am the keeper of those lost, broke and abandoned. I keep the broken things. I fix what I can and find them homes." She looked to ceiling, "Time is broken outside this living realm. There is amazing entities that live beside us, just out of sight and reach. But we all share the same tables and living air. We need each other. Its amazing how connected we are when so far away." She shook, "I guess I just crazy." He frowns in taking that in. He have is doubt but he can see she didn't lie. That wonderful information and the sort of duty she carries. He isn't sure just how extensive it is but he can rely on her.
"I will work in the inside. I will keep you posted of any idiot moves." He holds her hand, "You don't seem that strong."
"If only you could see my many faces." She laughed in a slight gurgle, "We should have gone to aunties. But thankful uncle is healthy as a horse. The flu did nothing to him." He softly nods perplexed if that was right. How would she know how they were? She punched his arm too, "We have a little sister to worry about too. It's why auntie been... acting up."
"Aunt hasn't got a baby." He spat doubtful.
"Because babies grow from inside, dum dum." She punched his arm again, "We better be there for that little girl when the adults eliminately fail their job." He felt hurt that time from her second punch. She never gave such a strong punch like that before. He will not long learn how accurate she was in not only the baby coming but the gender of this baby.
"There you both are." Mom opening the door and checking over them both. Brother made some uncomfortable glances but it was Eliza enjoying the warm the love that was a given around here. Helped out of the bed and room, they all go sit at the sofas. Grandpa being very patient and worried.
"What happened?" He was clear and that tone carried anxieties that he never uses.
"Someone broke a rule. To never erase and remove names from the time completely." She spoke matter of fact and dull in having felt all the emotions of this conversation before. Eliza can't help hating this conversation, that she been in other timelines speaking before. In maybe some paranoid glances of who might arrive and at which direction. She could even see the sort of spy other agents use. The spy of undertakers was always that white hair guy, stood by the back door. The spy of some important demons at the guest room direction. The office beside single seat chair that grandpa has is where divine influences gate through. Dreams or those manifest from fortune from his bedroom across from there, beside the big TV set. She checked reflective surfaces for masked ones, be it alive of Seer or dead folks.
"The biggest problem was that a Seer soul name is the literal titles and sometimes chapters of the connect collection. The tome of life is just a segment of the death tome. Realms have their own two or four parts. The only fundamental thing that is never recorded is the soulless phenomenon. The living lands has no place for weak soulless things but there is other worlds that do." She rambles in a more mature tone and closing mouths in shock, "As of this moment, that is my status. I am by law, soulless. But that's a lie too. I have soul but not natural formed as it should be. This argument has been quiet the battle with myself over whatever laws I'm to follow."
"You were gifted oblivion when time turned back." Grandpa frowns in a shake of sorrow.
"It's worse but don't worry about me in that. It's a blessing really." She sits back, "It wasn't a divine miracle that kept me here. I only had guided influence by a god that didn't belong. I found other souls who were sort of like me in my return back here. Now I have a book of these things. A realm of them. A place outside of laws. I suspect I will not be welcomed by this tome after these events. I will always be an outsider with history within law." She crossed arms around her stomach. She was just instinctive in holding those festing wounds back in. She scrunched up too, as her thousands of voices washed of debating the wisdom to speak this to them. She ultimately had to accept she done it now and that no more forwards. She lifted her head out from her knees with lifted and put to her Grandpa's lap. He holds her close and comfort her.
"We should be happy for auntie and uncle." She changed topics, "They are giving a baby. Uncle has gotten over his stomach flu. We should have a baby shower." He stops Petting her a second and considered in acknowledge of her topic change. He noticed she watched around for things on directions. For the time being he allowed her topic change for more normal life events. She been through enough and will open in her own time. Keeping to mind that she changed.
"We should let her announce that when she's ready."
"She doesn't know herself." Having to be a downer.
"I will talk to her but why or how do you know?" Her mother leaned forward to look at her daughter in her eyes. Looking for some lie.
"I have been protecting our names. I don't even let gods. It been a recent change made to balance book parts. There been so much damage in places. There had been 5 realms tome records lost but mistakes among undertakers, humans and death gods. Rather a certain lot who should be protecting the index broke these things. It been the consequence of undertakers and death gods to ease the changes." The girl sighed, "Stop asking me these things. You will not like these answers." The look between worried adults but it was her brother that can put it together better. He nods very certain of what he thinks he will do. He felt it was for the best that whatever this book of broken things is now, are all the victims of the Seers removing her name. They did something bad to her soul and her name. Now she was also dealing with that consequence as a victim herself. He can see it.
As it was best to not push this sensitive topic. They stayed here for a little to help comfort her unease. Eliza stayed here as mom and brother drove home. She stayed in the guest room or on the sofa. She helped in a slow limp drag, she moved things that any undertaker would have. Although she wasn't well, she does as she can to live normal as she can. Being at Grandpa's had other benefits, as he began to make warding candles and teach her things he uses to prevent Seers and other beings from interacting with his life. As he soon will spill beans for why he isn't worh the rest of the Fallowns. That he was the oldest son of four children. One sibling died young. The youngest sister is head of the dream cult. His younger brother avoiding everything cult and has his own normal life away from all this. Different states in fact. He chooses to treat his young granddaughter as a small adult. Which benefited them both in understanding her changes. By the weeks end, she was being taught weapon fighting and basic close combat. But he really taught her to disarm demons, angels and undertakers. Since they aren't like the living, a kick isn't painful to them but loosing functions in the ankle does.