Sybil sees the entity standing in front of her. She knows her knife is useless. The transparent apparition floats a foot above the ground. She can see the night and the stars outside through the figure's white robe. If it's even a robe. Aren't apparitions dressed in clothes they die in?
"Can I come in?" the weak voice again. Sybil feels like saying yes, but she's seen and read enough bad fiction to know that's a no no.
"No," she says. "First state your purpose for knocking on my door."
"Dark forces are rising."
"I know. A storm is coming. But what of it? I can control the storm as much as I can control my husband. What does it have to do with me?"
"Not you. Your son. His life is in danger if she stays here while the storm is here, too."
Her grip tightens around the handle of the knife. "What the fuck did you say? How the hell do you even know about my son."
"Sybil," the apparition speaks again in the weak and tinny voice, "your son is important. Too important for the war that's coming. You need to let me take him to a safe place so that I can train him for the war that will put humanity's fate on the stake. Your son is the only person who can turn the tide in favor of humanity against the threats that we're going to face."
"Fuck you!" Sybil slams the door in the apparition's face. She takes long, deep, quick breaths to calm herself down. Her knuckles are white around the handle of the knife. Her hand shakes and her head is full of thoughts.
"Fuck this." She puts the knife back in the block and walks back towards the bedroom. Suddenly, the house feels colder, malevolent and she can't put her finger on what's wrong.
She reaches the bedroom and there is something standing next to her bed, bending over her son, slowly moving closer, like a figure swimming through molasses. She takes off running and slams her body into the figure standing over Jorah. It makes a sound like a bursting balloon. A dreaded stone settles into the pit of her stomach. Something is wrong, but she can't figure out what.
The wind howls like a hungry wolf outside and Sybil knows she won't be able to go to sleep tonight.
Her husband is still sleeping, just like his son, who only stirred a little when she made all the noise.
Her mind goes through all the options available to her and it zeroes in on the sword.
"Can I come in?" the weak voice again. Sybil feels like saying yes, but she's seen and read enough bad fiction to know that's a no no.
"No," she says. "First state your purpose for knocking on my door."
"Dark forces are rising."
"I know. A storm is coming. But what of it? I can control the storm as much as I can control my husband. What does it have to do with me?"
"Not you. Your son. His life is in danger if she stays here while the storm is here, too."
Her grip tightens around the handle of the knife. "What the fuck did you say? How the hell do you even know about my son."
"Sybil," the apparition speaks again in the weak and tinny voice, "your son is important. Too important for the war that's coming. You need to let me take him to a safe place so that I can train him for the war that will put humanity's fate on the stake. Your son is the only person who can turn the tide in favor of humanity against the threats that we're going to face."
"Fuck you!" Sybil slams the door in the apparition's face. She takes long, deep, quick breaths to calm herself down. Her knuckles are white around the handle of the knife. Her hand shakes and her head is full of thoughts.
"Fuck this." She puts the knife back in the block and walks back towards the bedroom. Suddenly, the house feels colder, malevolent and she can't put her finger on what's wrong.
She reaches the bedroom and there is something standing next to her bed, bending over her son, slowly moving closer, like a figure swimming through molasses. She takes off running and slams her body into the figure standing over Jorah. It makes a sound like a bursting balloon. A dreaded stone settles into the pit of her stomach. Something is wrong, but she can't figure out what.
The wind howls like a hungry wolf outside and Sybil knows she won't be able to go to sleep tonight.
Her husband is still sleeping, just like his son, who only stirred a little when she made all the noise.
Her mind goes through all the options available to her and it zeroes in on the sword.
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