Revised and revived 2.0

An Old man looking back…..

I had a job to do. My only problem was the Immortal I had been sent to find was about to die. Aaron of Sharo lay on his death bed with a smile on his face. His mansion was quiet, his servants had left him alone. No lover. No wife. No sons. No daughters. No family to gather around him to wish him well unto the final abode of his immortal soul. He wondered a loud about strange journey of his life for the first time in his existence. Where would his soul go to? What spirit of the continuum would arrive to carry his soul on into the holding area of the mortal soul resting place. He felt a spirit in the room now waiting for him to finally give up his grasp on life and give up his ghost. I was quietly patient and didn’t interrupt his thoughts. Though I remained hidden to him not taking my mortal form I know he could sense me. That was more then most mortals or immortals could do in the pack lands.

Aaron settled back in his bed put aside those thoughts with a careless shrug. He had won in life much to the annoyance of his many enemies both mortal and immortal of the federation of pack lands. He suffered lost but he had had a grand adventure in his life. He smiled again and turned back his mind to the beginning of his life when he was a young slave working the land with his earth powers for his master Elmo Sharo.

“What are you grinning about, Master?” A voice spoke from drifting breeze of sand earth at the entrance of the door of the room.

Aaron frowned and looked to the door to see a tall young man with a black mask over his mouth. The young appeared in gust of sand and wind at the entrance. The young man’s amber glowing eyes were filled with love, friendliness and brotherly love for Aaron. “Ghost? What are you doing here? I thought you would be busy fighting some young upstart challenging you for your high position of the pack lands or some other nonsense like that.” He said.

“I finished that business early. I wanted to return to you as soon as I could. I needed some conversation. Is this about that little cough you had this morning. Are you trying to fool yourself into believing your going to die now?” Ghost said with a shrug.

Ghost walked over with a lightness to his steps and sway to his hips and snapped a apple into his hand offering it to Aaron before he sat down on chair of earth he formed out of the sand and earth. Aaron took the apple but sat it aside him on the bed and sat up in his bed.

“Ghost? You came by this morning and we talked all morning. Why are you here? You know I’m about to die. I thought you could give me a bit of alone time to myself. I’m an old man. I’ve done my bit. I’m ready to move on.”

Ghost rolled his eyes. “Your being over dramatic. What were you thinking about? Was it about that time you conquered the plains of Winslow or battled the dark sages of Darma? Tell me?”

Aaron sighed rolling his eyes. “I was thinking about the time I was a slave and then you-“

“Ah. Yeah. Your rise to power from your humble beginnings. I haven’t heard that story in a while. Remind me about it. I do like to hear how you tell the story.”

Aaron gave him a narrowed eye look of annoyance. “You know the story well enough. You were there and I’ve told it before. Many, many times over. What is your game? Your trying to trick me again. It won’t work.”

Ghost held up a finger. “You’ve told it before but I wasn’t always there and you never did tell me what your thoughts were when all those events were happening and what the hell did you do to that asshole from the west. You never did tell me what you did to him to warrant him being so angry with you after he stole your precious love.”

Aaron’s face became heated in embarrassment at the mention of Aaron’s precious love. “I have no precious love. Your trying to trick me. I know your running some sort of game. I just don’t know the why of it or purpose. I will be a dead man in a few hours. Can’t you just leave me alone until then. The spirit guide is here to guide me away.” He said waving a careless hand in my general direction. I knew he could see me but still wondered what this whole play between them was about.

Ghost stared at him leaning forward on his throne of sand and granite earth. “What were you thinking about doing during those times? You’ve never told me. You’ve never told me not once what you were doing even on the day your master and my father had died in the last match against that bastard Endurance. Tell me. I want to hear the story. You owe me that much. Master. I’ve been real good to you. I followed all your orders for the last, what a couple of centuries now.”

A couple of centuries?! Interesting.

Aaron sighed dramatically. “So be it. You’re running a game of some kind. You are forever playing your games and leaving me in the dark about where the hell I am supposed to end up. I don’t know where this game is going or what it is about but I do owe you. I owe you quite a bit. You did provide me with a grand adventurous life from the beginning to this end. Where do you wish me to start then sense this will be the last time I tell the tale.”

Ghost leaned back in his seat and I could see a ghost of grin behind vail behind half his face. “What were you doing and thinking during the very day you knew your master had died when the trumpets sounded. You must have felt a sense of wonder when the Dan magical wards fell. Then the loss of the protection powers of your ancient home lands were captured by that thieving bastard Endurance?”

Aaron frowned and then couldn’t help grinning like a fool as he remembered as clear to the day so many years ago that day and the proceeding days of his the first steps to his adventure. “I was trying to break into Elmo’s locked treasure room. I thought….Well damn. That happened sooner then Ghost said it would. I better get to doing what I should to get this damn plan going before something else goes to hell. I only had one problem?”

Ghost stared at Aaron. “You were trying to break into your master’s treasure room during his fight to maintain his titled power over our former enchanted lands?!”

Aaron nodded his head stiffly. “Yes. I was. It took me some doing finding the damned spare key but I found it, well I found it on accident really when I was cleaning Lord Sharo’s private rooms under his reading lamp by his bed. It was a bit of a surprise. I had had a time deciding what I was going to do with it for a few seconds before I headed to the treasure room door.”

Ghost smiled. “You sly dog. Now I finally get the real story. Go on. I’m all ears for this shit.”

Aaron smiled. “I’ll tell you.”

I crossed my legs and sat back interested to hear the tale the old man had to tell. I had heard the rumors of course but I had never really heard the story behind this mortal’s rise. Now I would discover what were the facts, and fantasies behind Aaron of Sharo’s rise before I took his mortal soul to the wild soul lands. I snorted at the notion. These mortals are funny bunch.

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