All Rights Reserved ©

Chapter 14: Squawking Raven

Shannon’s soul lifted into the air, I caught it with my scythe, and I pulled her next to me. She stared at me, her face contorted with confusion. I knew she had no idea what was going on, I breathed in and explained who I was. I gave her my speech and she nodded very slowly.

She was strong I could feel that, with each passing minute she grew calmer. I tapped my scythe revealing the door to the next step of her afterlife. I did not tell her anything I knew, I was a comfort and she did not need to know what killed her. I put an arm around her shoulders, I remained The Reaper to Shannon.

I helped her into my wooden boat, I clapped to turn my lamp on. I felt I knew her, but I know she did not know me. I kept things how I would for any other soul.

We approached the white arch doorway and Shannon walked into it slowly. My boat took me back to the earth doorway, I needed to find Rosalie now. I wondered If she knew of Shannon’s passing. I stepped into the earth doorway, I found myself in a park.

It was full of people, groups sat at the large clear lake just a small distance from the sandy path. I put my scythe in my pocket. As I walked past humans, some nodded at me. I was not accustomed to being seen. I walked along the path, the vibrant green grass waved as the wind blew softly. The large trees created a perfect mix of shade and sunlight. I felt the walk was calming, yet I was impatiently waiting for that raven to return.

How long would it take?

A bell rang, echoing in my ears. My frustration grew, with each ding. I am reminding myself I am The Reaper, I am the ferryman. This is what I do, I help, I am the comfort, I am the final friend for each passing soul. I cannot grow frustrated with a job I have done and managed since the dawn of time began.

I grabbed my scythe out of my back pocket, tapped it on the ground, and waited for the world around me to disappear. The world disappeared and I was now just waiting for my eyes to clear.

I found myself at quite an obvious scene. Two cars had collided head-on, glass was glittering all over the black tar road. A red sedan type was crushed up until the front windshield, I watched men in yellow shiny clothing trying to open the door. The man inside was folded over the steering wheel. The man had a large bleeding gash on his forehead. His heartbeat was slowing but had not stopped yet, he may still have time. I walked over to the other car a green Ute, tools were scatted over the road.

I could only assume he worked in some type of construction. He had been unlucky, a metal pole that had not been tied down properly was now protruding through his chest. I stood close as his heartbeat was faint. A short minute later, his heart had stopped.

No one had been able to save him. That is okay, I am here to help him into his afterlife. I still have a job, even if my heart was wanting to find Rosalie. I could not find her on my own, so for now I needed to sit tight.

I caught the man’s soul, his information was slow to filter in and process. But eventually, it did. Jonathan Ickly, twenty-three years old. His memories were filtering through just as slow as his information had been.

I look up at my dad, I am four years old. I am playing with my trucks in the sandpit. My dad smiles at me, he is covered in a strange white substance after a hard day at work. My mum brings him a cup of water. She then leaves to get my brother from school. But she never comes home that night.

A squawking on my shoulder pulls me out of Jonathon’s memories. I could not follow the bird yet, but it stuck on my shoulder refusing to move. I tap my scythe, turn to Jonathan who is staring at the raven on my shoulder strangely. I give him my speech.

The very one that ties every question, confusion, and fear into one calm wave. He walks into the doorway, I follow. I wonder if the raven can survive the doorway. But he remained on my shoulder as noisily as he had been before, I could only assume the fact he was a gift from Gaia meant he could survive.

Jonathon was an easy-going soul, he wandered into the doorway with ease. I walked back to my boat with a squawking raven on my shoulder. I wondered why I saved it, it was not doing anything good for my ears. But I reminded myself that it would find Rosalie, usually I respect all Gaia’s creatures.

Then again one had never been on my shoulder squawking like it had lost its mind. That was something I had no intention of getting used to. I arrived at the doorway to earth and walked through it. I waited for my eyes to clear. Finding myself in the park once again, but the noisy raven had flown and began to circle the lake. I mumbled some complaining words and kept my scythe out so I would remain invisible.

Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.