A new page turns as ceremony for those being ready to make big stride forward. Parents, guardians and friends clapping in cheer of the littles ones finishing preschool. That of talk to which children will be moved to which classes. There are many silhouettes standing around that didn't seem fitting for such a celebration. She does well to ignore the spirits and trying to keep focus in what should be. Her eyes dot among the crowds of parents and guardians. The soft little deflat in knowing some empty seats were the reservation for her family members. As the big photo of the graduation class click, and her best smile held. The sound of everyone cut out, and everyone stand breathless and mid pose. The photo was captured and yet no one was getting down from the benches.
"The door has been breached!" She shook in how odd they sounded, it was not like someone shouting but rather a dull unassuming tone that carries nothing like the panic their bodies moved. Someone was thrown in the air and crashed among the stiff children along the benches. Several pushed over and the bench she stood on rocking. The whole row of them falling down behind. A swift blur of a sweeping mass crushed down where that person landed. This mass nearly scratched her face, tearing away unseen fabric from away her eyes. As the bit of strange material lands at her lap from the pose she fell, her world changed colours and things sharp constast. The large mass was a monster attacking people in black clothes. Strange outfits that looked off a TV or movie. Especially the cartoons her brother watches. She crawled softly backward to evade being hurt in the thrashing of the massive creature. She holds that bit of material close to her chest.
"Binding of the moonlight glow, leash over the hollow and return back to the void." The massive creature is covered in silver chains and then sinking through the floor. It's claw had hold of the guy that fell into the bench. Given she was right there. She bravely got up and reached her left hand to them. At all her strength freed them out of the claw before they sank too. She was actually back to where she fell off from the bench like everyone else. The lone person knew she saved them, but suddenly the sound of shock and pain of child whom are hurt from the bench collapsing. Parents came forward to check over the kids. Lea didn't really have anyone in rush to make sure she was OK. She sort of forced herself to stand up, being in shock. Holding the bit of cloth, it was velvety in her right hand. She was afraid that others would see this strange cloth, so she placed to her shadow quickly and finally a teaching assistant approached with making sure she was OK. Her left arm dislocated out of alignment and some fingers bent backwards. She of course now began to cry from the stinging of muscular displacement too. A trained first aid help put the arm back on and look for breaks. Fed her a little paracetamol for the pain and has her in ice. If it wasn't obvious before, it was now. No one was turned up for her class graduation. She was seated in the nurse office alone in all that cold packs and a little dazed in the pain that throbs with her heart beats. There were plenty of other children whom were hurt less but required more attention because a parent demands of it. She sits back with just sort of telling herself that her family was never going to give her the attention she wished for. She very injured and yet no one is here. Mother moving thier stuff again and none of the four grandparents made time for her. Her aunts and Uncle's here immediate family or had considered other things being more worth their time. Given she stayed at her fancy grandparents, a servant was going to come pick her up. There had to been a delay because of that monster attack and black uniform folks.
"Miss Fallown." She brushed away tears and looked up to whomever spoke. She had to rub eyes again to adjust focus and move more tears from blurring her. The demon was indeed a servant of her family and looked in pity of her. Not only that she was injured the worst but in being aware of it being her preschool graduation. She said nothing while getting up. Collected her jacket and bag. She mostly followed but turned to got to the toilet. She needed no help in going alone unlike some kids around here. When she's back out the demon was in conversation to the teaching assistant over the event. A copy of the class photo was given.
"It is a unfair world. Please don't let that stop you from being best." The teaching assistant parting advice for the last time she see this place. She opens the car door herself and got in. She closes the door and belts in. The demon stood stunned for a while in just how well she does it, adding only more pity for the girl.
Its nice that the servant instead of going straight to the house, stop at a little ice cream place on route. That she was allowed a small little bit to enjoy for a little while. It did lift her mood a little but she cant help feel sour in why her whole family even her own mother. Ignores a important thing. She considered that it may not matter in the future and there was other lifetime events to be had ahead. Just a little leery of what good it was to rely on anyone.
"Do you want to talk about today?" She frowns in not being sure to talk but in just making a head to two check, she goes in a guess that the demon will understand.
"It depends on which parts. That no one was there for the graduation or that I nearly broken my arm. Or that some unseen event with you spirit folks nearly killed a bunch of us." She as a small scoop for the ice cream and clearly eat it to savour it, "It likely doesn't matter. I just hope I don't have more repeated events like this. Where it seems very important and no one I thought I cared for most isn't there to see it." The demon sunk at this process of thinking she has. In how maure a veiw it had been and why she forced to take adult ways of thinking. Forced independence.
"You saved a stranger in exchange of getting yourself hurt." The demon trying to make a bright side.
"But if I did actually break my arm, just how much more in debt will my mom be in more? I don't see money being put in for my welfare in her bank records. There law about this stuff. Judge on TV said so." There a very nervous frown in the demons expression but reading a not human face isn't easy, so she having to look at other body twitchs, "My immediate family can't afford new sheo for us each month. Its always been a choose of condition air or food on table. No new toys and definitely no nice TV with all those fancy channels. My brother has it worse... I know we been raised together but I know his mom is my aunt. It doesn't change how I see him even when he tried to hurt me saying I am not his real sister." She finished the ice cream at this point, "Sorry that was to much. I just don't understand why mom can't have more time to be herself. Not the tired grouchy woman that isn't her. I know I have a hard time learning but none tbe school teachers want to help me. I get told off for it too." She hugs herself and huffed, "It must be hard having responsibility."
The demon frowns so much at this amount of things she thought about and thar she wasn't angry at anyone particularly. Rather she made so many steps backwards and then mature made strides forwards, to be hurt in walking into a brick wall. That she not meant to be this smart person underneath a kid skin. To smart for her own good. She back to being lost at her own thoughts. There more then enough guilt that the demon couldn't follow through the regular routine of what to do with children that had no potential. Rather instead it humans that couldn't see past what a smart and deceptive girl is. She does look at a demon in the correct set of eyes. She didn't blindly follow a stranger but rather did abnormal checks like the license plate and took a good measure of them. She nearly didn't follow at all, stalling time going toilet before she left preschool. She had her own way of really testing if this was a human that meant harm. She definitely wouldn't spoken about her arm being nearly broken by saving a spirit stranger from harm. She never would have mentioned spirit stuff unless she turly did actually speak to a spirit that was in the know.
"In order for me to take you back to your grandparents. I have to know three things but you don't need to show or say exactly what." She softly nods getting it, "The easy one is that has your way of seeing us changed?"
"After whatever that was. I can now tell you have horns. You were hovering in grandfather's medical table room as a dark wispy thing. Now... now you have a face and stuff. I know your borrowing that human or its soke sort of illusion." The demon sighed with palm to face. That's a very big problem, "Your not scary like the monster that crashed into the benches." He shook off and sighed.
"Can you use shadows?"
"I have a shadow that I can do stuff with." She slide the empty container to disappear then reappear. A nervous eye twitch from the guy, "I think your last question is about the library."
"Library? I was indeed about to ask if there was a creepy book you have. But a library?" She shurgs and moved a book with a empty ice cream container forward.
"There five different types books... but... there like a lot of scrolls and papers. A metal lock cabinet. Four desks." She tilts thinking, "I guess you could say an entire large space of nice and strange things. I know is my collection of stuff needed to repair things." She sighed, "I have a wine cellar too but it all sorts of liquids. Ice bricks of different colours. Things strung up and meat hooks. A steamer. A cottage in a empty dune landscape."
"Wow, you hide all that?" Being confused at looking at her shadow.
"Most if it is when I am asleep. I have a lovely walk in dressing room full of many outfits. When I wake up in the morning, I have those clothes waiting for me at the end of my bed. They smell and feel the same. I always have long dreams. I don't forget them. I go a lot of places and sit around. I never talk because I am scared to. Strangers keep coming to me for help. I feel their burden and pain. I do what I can in the limits I have. I will always find a way to get something back. They want something strange, I go for an adventure to get it and sometimes hunt monsters too. I hand them up and trade them for stuff. I like having my own nice stuff that I don't share. I would be afraid of being accused of stealing them if i had them left out." She frowns, "When I sleep, I don't have to be afraid or expect help from others. I am big and stronger."
The demon has spent a lot if time in looking at what seems a copy of the guide book that dead people pass around, it should be a soul journey guide in reaching the next places to be reborn and other afterlife advice or ways of existence. However this version didn't belong here, the viewing curses in the bindings are preventing the normal sections from opening and the description of places it spoke of were wrong in small details. At best he was going to dismiss this as some joke but when he puts it down without touch. The title altered into a the guide travel through the void. He stares hard at this and to her making the book return back. There a string of deep thoughts.
"Are any books in that large library a book of soul names?" Closing hand softly at front with some hot of a starting headache for he guy.
"I do have a lot of those. Can't show you them. They get angry otherwise." The a long length sigh of relief that there is hope. Staring at her with a shaking head.
"You very good at hiding yourself."
"The books taught me things and these strangers that need my help when I sleep. I learn things I shouldn't. The book told me not to understand why and just get on with what I do. That I am good at what I do even when I don't know what I am really doing. I mostly help broken or lost beings. Everyone of them a strange weird thing. From places that don't make sense and don't belong. But I am good at what I do and thats all that matters. Most times its a fixing pages back into the binding or removing them to fix something on it to then place it back. There like a process to it all." The demon pouted at length. There even a ting of maybe fear or discomfort. He blinked a few times.
"I can't disobey orders. I am meant to just sort of leave you somewhere instead of taking you back." She nods at this. He clinched up, "I already got told that even if you are a tome keeper like your dad. You still don't seem worthy in the family." She nods again, "You have a copy of the guide book from an undertaker?" She takes it out, "Use that. I am going to leave you here. Your stuff all in this suitcase. This is a little money but use it wisely. I don't recommend going back to your mom either. Seers are book keepers who protect the books from anyone that tries to use the souls names. It's how I was enslaved, I once tried to do that." The demon sighed, "But Fallown. Those lot see and interact with multiple undertaker kingdoms. These two groups of humans been at war and your stuck in the middle. Both sides don't want you. Yet you have gifts of both sides. I can tell." The demons sighed, "Be careful to never trust anyone. I know I was a once off. But next time, I not going to be nice. I am not allowed to be." She softly nods at this.
"OK... It never changes, huh. I feel like I been in this situation before. I guess I just do what the broken things told me I'm case of such event. The human police aren't going to help either if I told them my real names." She frowns, "Actually they have a data base for kids. I will just figure something out." The demon softly nods and scuffed her head. Leaves like planned. Car engine on and away they go. It was no sooner that a loud crash happened and it was a five car accident. She watched the distance of the spirits coming in to pick souls from the wreckage. She sees undertakers come forwards with scratched heads at why a bunch of untimely deaths happened. They eased off being able to stop time and make it survival able for those who should be ready yet. She shyly got down from the outdoor seating of ice cream place, moving in the time stop. Where cars have completely cut still in motion and humans on looking from tha accident were about to jolt forward to save potential lives. She inspected each undertaker from a distance, from the clothes style to why they have bright hair. The move in strange ways, joints seem stiffen in certain ways. She makes it quiet close when someone else that isn't an undertaker blocked forward. She can't help but scale them as she glances higher. Very tall for an adult and skinless. The book in their hand has more life about it then they do. She noticed a long staffed and curved edge, but it's not the normal standard scythe shape for field working. She looks them at the eye socket, aura of cold but peace. Her heart maybe racing but she holds her chest knowing it was OK.
"I guess I am a little lost. Its not my time yet but..." She looks at the crash and they do too, "I was meant to be in there. Pity for the misfortune sometimes is a double edge sword." She looks at them as a finger bone hand posed to lower jaw. The tilt and look at her again, "I also know my mame was removed from the core index. That neither of my living last names care to take me." The booked flaps angrily, flops many times but she was honest and true. She looked down, "I am broken. I am the keeper of broken souls of half written or unfinished pages. I started here but I will not be at my end when here does." She softly mutters, "Do want my other nicknames? To take one of those instead? I know that a death must go recorded. It be a lot of hassle." The being lowered to her height and a right hand softly reached through her, as if she the ghost. They took something, she felt that it changed and it was put back. But it felt differently there. Not that there was a place.
"Do you accept changes? That you no longer will be human going forward." Such a fresh cold breeze in a hot day, like shelter from a storm. She felt safe and clear of thoughts. Even when she has many voices, she can full feel each of these voices and things. She doesn't even need to say it out loud, the lone tall figure pushed down her body from her. She was now stood over herself. She steps around and lowered looking at herself.
"What will be a new name to place in the books?" The figure standing up and with a pen.
"I wouldn't try, Mr Death. The book will bite you too. Many have tried, even other higher and lower ranking Death gods. You can only get far as a last name of Trickster. That's what the living Fallown name is converted into. So I will be four blank spaces ending at Trickster. The letters of my other names don't exist. Removed by a Seer in the core index. If you come struggle with letters that don't exist, I will have them in my broken book. As the idiot forgot that ever letter in a seers soul name has placement in other rooted tomes." She stands up now and gives her left hand, "I will do my best when those issues rise. I will not be scared or play any scheme. I have no business with either side of human family. A discarded one is all I am to them. I will simply be a Trick Trickster that plagues in their problems if they mess with broken souls. Be both know broken souls are scary. That they aren't normal and not follow normal law. I will appease them, keep things going. I will hold sins that aren't mine and wishes that will never be."
"For a broken soul, you are a good heart. I will respect this ground you make. I will hold you to your promise." She forced to swap hands. She was braced in many strange marks over her new body. She looks at what was herself and it also was changing. There is parts that stay behind in the living world but there are parts of her that sank into her shadow. She felt these parts of her. Her shadow took all of her... puts it in a spot that makes sense. A basic suitcase of things she not going to need anymore in the boot. Stuff for the living world to comprehend her death. So she isn't gone trace less. She looked onwards at the undertakers with Death breaking their shake. A last pat on her head and move through a gate to his next job. She is quiet nervous, looking about each undertaker again to scout which one to approach. But she doesn't feel she can trust this lot, something about thier clothing and how they act to each other was off. So she moved away and hid. Watching them acting as they pulled the car wreck peices in strange ways. They do not see the death god nor will they help death in his duty. They have their own books and spoke out directly to each other. They point where people are trapped and pick the wreckage in brutal ways. They seem to make it worse for some and easier for others. Death himself had to wait for these people to stop shuffling the wreckage, as this was tampering with who will live and who will die when time returns. Gladly death is a patient man.