phoenix from the flames

For I had believed what I was sold, I did all the things that I was told
But all that has changed, and now I'm bold.

Of all the questions or comments Aura might have half-expected, that one didn’t even make the list. Aura blinked twice in quick succession, staring back into Poppy’s vibrant blue eyes. Why on Shaman would she want to know about the Lieutenants of Death? Was she just making polite conversation or was there a genuine interest? And if the latter, why have an emotional breakdown over the former Reaper’s dead assistants? Aura was fairly convinced that no matter how hard she tried, she’d never understand her estranged daughter.

“Er, well…” She shifted her position on the bed slightly, re-crossing her legs the other way. “My predecessor… she had trained assistants, called the Lieutenants of Death, who helped to guide souls over to and across the Realm of the Dead.”

She paused briefly, breaking her gaze with Poppy to glance across the bed at her staff. The metal gleamed under the glaring hospital lights, casting a shining spot of light onto the opposing wall. It was odd to think about Kelise, now. Time was difficult to gauge in the Realm of the Dead, but Aura was certain in equal parts that she hadn’t known Kelise for long but it had felt like she had. That friendship hadn’t been fabricated, at least on her end. Kelise had seemed genuinely upset about everything, but, then… she had also left Aura and Brock in the Realm of the Living to die the second death. Her staff, Aura’s staff, was an ever-present reminder of her treachery.

“I don’t really know how it worked.” Aura admitted. “Neither my predecessor nor any of her old Lieutenants are around to ask anymore. I know that it was a mix of corpses and benders – er, dead and living people – and I know that they were trained somehow in Angel Academy in the Realm of the Dead, but I have no idea how it worked in practice. Brock and I have been trying to research it, but,” she shrugged, “it’s hard to learn about something when there’s no one left to teach you.”

A u r a
They thought I was weak, but I am strong; they sold me the world but they were wrong
And now that I'm back, I still belong.

image by ankur sharma at flickr.com


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