THE DAY OF THE DAMNED

I lost my parents shortly before The Day of the Damned while they were in their home. I was out on a run gathering the ingredients I needed in order to do a spell I devised as a surprise when I heard high pitched whines before crashes were heard followed by screams. I ran as fast as I can down the trail leading to their home while I managed to dodge fireballs that continued to land around me. When I returned home only to find that their home was in ruins, I desperately moved the ruins only to find their hands grasping each other in their final embrace. Dammit! As I stood there overcome with dread another fireball landed near me that sent me through some trees causing the wind to be knocked out.

I had to get out of there or I was next to die. I grabbed my pouch to for what I needed to open a portal out of the area. When I looked up to see another one heading for me, I stepped through the portal behind me just as it crashed in front of me. The place I ended up was foreign and strange, but something felt strangely familiar about it. The air had a distinct freshness in it and the trees seemed different from my land, also there was a struggle for magic to be free in the air.

The support of the people came with quite a challenge, most people ran when I told them that I could give them peace by raising their loved ones. The first few times I did raise their loved ones they ran from me with names like “monster” getting thrown around. I retreated to the mountains so I could study my spells to find out what I missed with raising the dead, only to find out that it would be impossible to do so without the Gloom Flower. It was very rare but with the help of William the herbalist in town I was able to acquire and use it to separate the body from the soul. Since I was able to retrieve my spell book before leaving home there was a spell that allowed me to speed the process of growing more of the Flower.

With a decent supply of the Flower I was able to give aid to those in town to get closure. I was eventually given the title “Peace giver.” Granted I wasn’t too keen on the title at first but it grew on me. They even started leaving tokens of appreciation for my help and at first I tried to refuse it but started to show my appreciation by casting spells that resembled fireworks. The Day of the Damned celebration preparations started shortly after this. I was informed that the veil between the living and the dead would be weakest and wanted my help bringing closure to everyone at once.

I took the time to get rested and fed. I was bone tired and was feeling my parents loss all over again. I had to fight off the drowning feeling of it so I took a little time and ingredients to cast a smaller ritual to see my parents. A few moments had passed and I started to think I did it wrong when finally they appeared before me. We spent some time talking about how we felt. As we spoke they came in and out of focus since I only had used a little bit. A few moments later they began to fade away with teary eyes. Afterwards I decided to lay down close to where I casted the spell.

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I lined up what herbs and concoctions I have available. A scream was cut off abruptly by a loud crash. I spread my wings to launch myself up to get a rough idea of where the source of the crash was only to find smoke and fire in the distance. Once I landed, I spotted something embedded in the ground. A strange black orb that was smooth but hot to the touch. While I inspected the area I eventually saw the hand of a small child undeath the sphere. This ended up putting a hamper in the plan to cast the ritual because I felt horrible bout this unfortunate loss of life.

The orb I thought was heavy ended up be pretty easy to lift when I touched it. Once I was able to get it off the child and set it down I returned to the child to carefully lift the body. Once again I spread my wings to launch myself up to return to town. It took me a few moments to reach the town square. As I was coming down I spot a pure white three tailed fox that I was told is a spiritual animal that would appear when I needed it. I casted another spell to make my voice louder to announce I found a young child in the mountains and inquired who the parents are. I continued to stand in the square for the rest of that day and the only person to come up to me was a little girl in grungy clothes.

I took the time to give the child proper burial before I returned home to take a further look at the orb. Once home I spotted the orb floating in the of middle the floor and this took me off guard. As I moved around my home it seemed to follow me around which was pretty creepy but I had decided to deal with it another time I was pretty whooped. I nod and I speak the words necessary for the spell. When the final words have finished a green wall circles the town square along with the ghosts of loved ones. The little girl yelps in shock at seeing her friend appear. Standing there admiring my work at pulling this off my parents appear before me. I looked upon the square to see all the people reconnecting with their loved ones happy with the success of the outcome. Tears well up as I look upon my parents once again. With a sadness in their eyes they tell me “We’re so proud of you. We love you.”

The celebration took all day and into the night when the spell began to wear off and the spirits returned to where they came from. From what I was able to ascertain everyone had a great time. Everyone as they passed by to go to their homes gave me their thanks. While I was receiving their thanks I kept thinking of the mysterious orb in my home just floating there. I spread my wings for another time and take to the skies for a flight to think about the orb and what it’s possible purpose may be. As I flew around to get my thoughts in order about the orb and decided to get home to do some research.

After a night of close studying and prodding the orb. It responded to my every touch and command. Gaining ground on the orb was difficult but eventually something happened. I don’t really recall what I did but at some point the orb disappeared and in it’s place was a box with my name engraved in the top. What the hell is this? Maybe it is something from my parents. I carefully lifted the lid off to find a note letting me know that this box will hold everything I put in it and if I was to reach into it all I would have to do is think of what I’m reaching for and it’ll rise to the top.

I decided to test it out for the first time by taking all my things and putting them in the box and waited a few moments before reaching in to recall my spell book. I watched as it rose to the top amazed by the sheer magical feeling that I may not have to limit my collections anymore. I pulled everything out of the box and catalogued everything that I have left after the ritual. Once I completed this I wrote down that the box’s magic is akin to a bag of holding but my parents modified it for a box instead to give it more durability. As I sat there trying to decide what I am going to do with the box so that no one will take it I heard claws padding there way up to me. I looked up to see the fox again padding its way up to me. I spent time trying to wrack my brain on why now did it show itself but glad it did.