Chapter 1
Sable's POV
As I walk through the cemetery I feel someone watching me. I look in every direction, but can only see heavy fog and shadows. The leaves on the trees rustle softly, but that isn't what I am hearing. It sounds like someone breathing heavily, but I can only sense them - not see them. There is an abrupt stench like something has died and I immediately know what it is. It is out there somewhere and I want to find it, but it isn't time yet. The time must be absolutely perfect or else the dream will die. And if the dream dies, the whole world will suffer. I continue to walk, but I have such a feeling of dread that I literally start to shake. What could it want? It has taken away everything that was precious to me. Will I ever be free of the binds that hold me? They are invisible, but they still hold like steel bands. Its fate and mine are horribly entwined.
As I get to the grave I notice that someone has left fresh flowers, red roses which had been Rom's favourite. There had been no one at the funeral, except myself and Willy, so who left the flowers? Willy wouldn't have left them, and if he had he would have told me. They had been left not too long before I got there because they were still standing tall. I quickly look around again but see nothing. I can't get rid of this awful fear that keeps coming over me. Who had put them there and why now? If it was someone that knew Rom and I, or even just Rom, then why hadn't they shown up at the funeral? So many questions, not enough answers. Life is such a bitch! If I didn't know any better I'd begin to think that the Goddess was a man. Ha! Like a man could do half the job She could. Someday everybody will hear and see the Goddess Herself, but the time isn't here yet. The world will just have to wait.
I find that my life is very complicated, and getting more so every day. I need to figure out what is going on and how I'm going to deal with it. Now that my brother Rom is dead it is all left up to me. Willy won't be much help. He is suffering from some kind of spell that the Evil One put on him. He can only use his powers for ill, so he won't use his powers at all. It is such a waste, but that is another problem that will have to be dealt with when I can find the time.
I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Sable and I'm what some would call "special". I have powers that I can't explain and there aren't many people who know this. My parents and brother Rom had known, and look what it got them. Death! I just can't risk getting close to people because when I do they seem to die - my best friend in elementary school, my first boyfriend, my Grade 11 gym teacher... It seems that everyone I get close to ends up dying. It's something I always think about when I meet new people. I have no friends now, except for Willy, and sometimes he doesn't count. He's the smartest person I've ever met, but when it comes to women he always gets in way over his head. He seems to have them falling all over him and falling for him. I've had to step in a few times when he's gotten into trouble with the fairer sex, but I won't be here forever. I worry what will become of him if anything should happen to me. Something is going to happen, I know it in my heart and soul, something so horrible that I probably won't survive. I don't want to die; that's just the way it is. Like I said, life's a bitch.
I have but one confidante and friend, Willy. He is Rom's best friend, and he has been a part of my life for the better part of a century. I hate having to rely on anyone, because I don't do "damsel in distress" very well. But Willy and I share a secret. He has lived time and time again for over 750 years, and I have done the same for over 300. If you were to meet us, you would never guess our ages. We don't look any older than 20, and we never will because we don't age like other people.
I am having an old and tired day. I want to just leave the cemetary, go home, start a fire in the fireplace, pour myself a glass of red wine, and curl up on the my big comfy chair with a good book. In so many ways I am just like you, and yet I also differ in many ways. I can't do everything that you can do, but I make up for it by having abilities you never will. Things that you can only dream about. But there are many difficult things about being different. If I ever fall in love with a mortal, I will lose my powers and start to age as they age.
I have so many prophecies to fulfil and so little time to accomplish everything. I'm tired of having to return to this life again and again. I know that I am doing the Goddess' will but I am so tired and weary, and I could use a good long rest. Three hundred years may seem like a long time to you, but imagine it from my point of view. I live my full life - whether it be one day or 100 years - and then when I think I may get to sleep for a few hours, I am sent back to live another life with even bigger problems. It is an eternal circle and I do not want to be going around and around eternally. I want to live a mortal life, and get married, and have children. I want to grow old and die with the person I love by my side. But I kill the people I love or get close to and the stench of Death hangs over my head like a shroud. I just seem to kill everything I touch...
Willy's POV
She has gone to the graveyard again. She just can't seem to stay away. Sable blames herself for what happened to Rom, even though I keep telling her that it is not her fault. It's not like everyone she gets close to dies. It just seems to be the ones she cares about the most, which is worse. Life has not been easy for that girl. She has endured so much. First, her parents died when she was 12 (in this lifetime) and Rom was 19. At least Rom was able to keep them together as a family. It meant he couldn't finish university, but he never complained about having to work to support the two of them. He loved his sister very much and hated to see her get hurt. I helped out as much as he would let me, but he held it together pretty good. He was proud, but he didn't seem depressed or despondent over anything. So why did he do it? To take his own life like he did, by shooting himself, just wasn't like him. He had a hatred of guns and of anyone who could kill another living thing. He could never even stand to eat meat; he told me that it would make him sick every time he thought of it. Rom could no more have used a gun on himself than he could have shot Sable. He had loved her too much to ever hurt her by killing himself. No, I think someone or something murdered him and made it look like suicide. I have to get to the bottom of this before whatever it was kills Sable, too. She has a destiny to fulfil, and she must stay safe until the prophecy is complete.
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