I knew where her parents lived and I decided to pay them a visit. It was a natural thing to do as they were holding her funeral in a few days and I was her roommate.
“I am sorry I didn’t come earlier. I should’ve visited sooner. I am so sorry.”
“It’s ok dear. I know you were close to Sana. She used to talk about you all the time. We hoped she was safe somewhere. She had her problems and we never though she could be gone like this.” Her mom was having a really hard time coping with her death, that much was obvious. “You can stay in her room until the funeral. I’m sure she wouldn’t have minded that. She was such a private girl, but you were her favorite person in the world.”
“I had no idea.” I was really taken a back at the love her mother was showing me.
“Oh yes, she practically worshiped you. In fact, just this morning when I was going through her things I found a letter and a box labelled “for Zainy” she clearly left those things for you. I didn’t open it. I know you girls need your secrets,” she said with a sad smile, “it’s in her room, you can look at it anytime you want.”
“That is so thoughtful of you, but I really can’t impose. I actually booked myself a room in a hotel. I’d be fine there.”
“It won’t be an imposition. We’d love to have you in the house, even if for a few days. You remind me of her so much,” she was teary eyed again, “I’m sorry dear, do excuse me.”
“I’d stay if that would make you happy.” And that was settled then. After dinner I went to her room. Sleep was nowhere in my near future so I decided to see what Sana had left for me. I opened the letter first.
If you are reading this then I’m probably not in this world any more. Unfortunately, I stumbled upon a secret that is going to cost me my life. I hope that I am able to reveal it to the world before I die, but if I am not able to do so then at least I want to share it with you. Because you are the only one I can think of.
You may think me crazy after reading this and going through the box, but I assure you I am not. This is all true. Oh, how I wish it weren’t! Zainy be careful though. Some people in this world are really not what they seem to be. Sam is one of those. She is evil. You must warn the world before it’s too late.
I have gathered as much information as I could. I don’t know the whole story, but I know enough. I plan to publish an article about it in our newspaper and hope that someone will pay attention. I will also report it to the authorities even if I am locked up in a mental institution, I don’t care. This needs to be exposed. Such evil must be exposed before it’s too late.
You remember that book I borrowed from you? It’s not fiction. It’s all true. I’ve seen the proof of it. Souls are real and people who can see them are also real. But what is more shocking is that there are people who can steal souls. When they kill someone in a certain way they can absorb the soul of the dying person. That makes them stronger, invincible. I don’t know their end goal. My research didn’t go that far. I do know that Sam is one of them. That book was not about metaphoric soul searching, it was about literal soul searching. Sam is going to kill hundreds of people to steal their souls. We must stop her and people like her before they do something disastrous.
You have to believe me. If I am gone then you must reveal the truth. I hope that you don’t discard this letter as ramblings of a mad woman and take me seriously.
I believed her. I didn’t need that much convincing considering that I myself wasn’t even human and also knowing that souls had many purposes. It wasn’t beyond belief that someone would find a way to steal and use souls for their own selfish gains. But I did wonder about killing hundreds of people, what did Sana mean by that? How would Sam do that without detection? Killing one or two people was something else but killing hundreds? Maybe I’d find more evidence in the box that she left for me.
As I opened the box I found that my book was in it. So, my assumption that Sana must have burnt it was wrong. There were whole bunch of papers and pictures besides it. It wasn’t possible for me to go through everything in one night. But I had time. I spent the days before her funeral going through everything that was there. Now, I knew more than I ever had.
The day of her funeral was as gloomy as any day could possibly be. It had been raining since dawn. Sky was darker than it was normal during these summer months. We were all sad. Sana’s parents hadn’t been able to stop crying. There were a lot of people attending the funeral, friends, family, and acquaintances. Seeing so many familiar and unfamiliar faces made me realize how much she was actually loved. Everyone was sad. Everyone missed her. The brightest person in the world, she was like a star that shone from within. Sam was there too. That evil witch, the hypocrite, I hated that she could come to her funeral after killing her in cold blood.
“I hear you’ve been staying with Sana’s parents,” she said to me.
“That’s right,” I didn’t bother to be polite to her today, “I can’t talk to you right now. I’ve too much on my mind.” I left her standing there, probably wondering what was up with me. I really couldn’t stand her knowing that she was the killer. I also noticed how her black soul was visible to me even though I wasn’t trying to see it. It was on display. It was different than others, somehow more powerful, more pronounced. I hated what she was. But that day was not for her. It was for Sana and I would deal with Sam and her kind later. For now, I had to send my sweet friend off to the other world, in peace.
“Now if anyone would like to say a few words please go ahead.”
I stood up. It was time to read the eulogy and hope that my friend could move on, crossover to where she was supposed to be.
Some of you may know me, but most of you don’t. My name is Zainy and I was Sana’s roommate, her friend. She was the closest person I had in my life and she was the kindest soul I ever saw. As you already know. We would miss her, there is no doubt in that. Loosing her so suddenly have caused rift in many of our lives. I just hope that wherever she is now, she is happy. May her soul rest in peace.
She was there I knew it. Her soul had been with me this whole time. I wished she would find the strength to leave this world behind. I could help her with it and I was going to do so. She needed my helping hand and I was going to lend it to her. This was the least I could do for my only friend.
Her soul was so pure. I know that for her, there is only heaven. It is time for her soul to leave this plane. It may not be easy, but it’s the only thing remaining for her to do.
I looked towards her soul as I said it. I knew that she was listening to me. I hoped this would work. I wanted to see her soul enter the bliss promised to the pure of heart.
You must leave now. It is time. I know that it seems scary and I know that you’re angry. You can trust me. I will do what you couldn’t. You don’t have to stay here anymore.
Everyone was looking at me as if I had gone crazy, but I didn’t care. I had to convince Sana to leave. Because I knew now that the longer she stayed on Earth the harder it would become for her to leave. And souls that get permanently stuck here lose their sanity. They become trapped and who knows what happened to them after that. I couldn’t risk my friend losing her chance at happily ever after. That was what she had instore. I knew that too, without a doubt. She was going to heaven and I wanted to make sure that she did, as soon as possible.
Von ma te lla en sig le lam etala
That was the spell to open the door to the otherworld. I had found it in my book. Only Sana and I could see the door opening. Everyone else just thought I was rambling gibberish. It was worth it though, seeing my friend’s soul leaving was worth the scorn from people around me.
I didn’t stay after that. I left the funeral home, packed my things, and went back. I knew Sam would realize that I had used the spell. Although, since she wasn’t a soul seer so she wouldn’t have been able to see the door or Sana’s soul leaving. But she knew enough about the book and its magic to know what I did. I had to prepare for what was coming next. And there was no time to waste.
At last, I was ready. It was time to tell my story and also solve the mystery revolving around Sana’s death. How strange to know that the two things were connected? I knew many people wouldn’t believe it, but that was not important. It really didn’t matter, because telling my story wasn’t what was going to stop Sam. It was just about getting the truth out whether someone believed it or not. For Sam, I had something entirely different instore.
Sam opened the door as soon as I rung the bell.
“Hey, Zainy, what a pleasant surprise,” she said smiling, “do come in.”
“Thanks, I hope it’s not a bad time. I need to talk to you.”
“Not at all, in fact, it’s perfect time because I also want to talk to you about something.”
“Yeah, have a seat. I think it was beautiful what you said at the funeral, but it kind of made me feel bad.” She said as soon as I took a seat in her living room.
“Why would it make you feel bad?”
“Well, you see, it made me realize what a liar you are.”
“And why would I lie to you?”
“I know you read that book. You can tell me now.”
“Oh that, well, I hadn’t read it when you asked me last time. But yes, I have read it now. I don’t see any reason to lie about it. It is actually a great book.”
“Then you understand it?”
“So, why are you here?” She was a little confused now.
“I know what you are. I am going to stop you.”
“How are you going to manage that?” She wasn’t pretending anymore, it was obvious from the cunning smile on her face. Her true face was on display.
“You shall see very soon.”
“Frey la de lam keri mehmo,” she chanted.
“It won’t work on me,” I smiled now, “you can’t kill me, you see, I’ve got a secret of my own.”
“How is this possible?” She was shocked.
“It’s very much possible Soul seeker,” I said, “I’m afraid I don’t have a soul for you to collect.”
“No, that’s … impossible!”
“It is very much possible, as you can see.”
“What do you want?”
“I’m going to strip you of your power. Cata mafi le da em ka.” As soon as I chanted the spell Sam fainted. Her powers were gone and she could no longer collect souls. When she would regain her consciousness, she would be as normal as any other human being.
After I read Sana’s notes I had done some research of my own. Sam was a witch, descendant of a very powerful clan of witches. They harnessed souls to draw their magic from. I was an alien without soul. Only I could strip her power from her. Her magic effected the soul and that’s how it worked. My not having a soul made me immune to her tricks. I now knew why I was sent to this world. My mission was to cleanse humanity of soul seekers. They were witches who only brought pain to the world.
Sam was going to caste a spell that would’ve cause massive tornado, thus killing hundreds of people, while she would’ve been waiting to harness their souls. If she had succeeded it would’ve made her unstoppable. Good thing that Sana warned me. I stopped her just in time. But my work was far from done. In fact, it had only just begun. There were witches in the world who needed to be brought to justice just like Sam. It was true that she couldn’t be punished for witchcraft, at least, not by the law. But for a witch losing her powers was the worst punishment. However, Sana’s murder demanded justice as well. So, I had to find a way to prove that Sam killed her. With a little but of magic of my own and some luck it wasn’t actually that difficult. I was able to confirm that Sam was the last person Sana saw and from there it was easy to find enough clues to get her convicted. Police did the rest and now Sam was behind bars where she belonged. I hoped Sana’s soul could now rest in peace without regrets or resentment.
My story was told, at last and people now knew all about witches and me. It also made my job a little easier as many arrogant witches were actually had the audacity to confront me. They all got what they deserved and the rest of them wouldn’t be far behind. I was no longer just a loner, now I was also a witch hunter. The world needed me and I needed a purpose to live. In the end we all got what we wanted the most. Did I mention that I am immortal? Yep, one of the perks of being soulless. This was it for me, a life that would go on forever, but I got to tell you, it was a life worth living.
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