They walked quietly through the cemetery, the cool night wind sweeping dry dead leaves past their silent feet. Each of them looked around at the stones, many of them friends or allies from days gone by. There were two of them, men by their looks. Both had dark hair and fair skin, but that was where their similarities ended. The man on the left was broader, a bit shorter as well. His clothes were plain, dark, common; T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, with a long leather trench coat. His face was clean shaven, with a sharp chin, and his eyes were dark, never the same color.
His companion was taller, but he didn’t seem long. Everything about him spoke of breeding, manners, wealth. He wore a dark, perfectly tailored suit, with a black trench coat pulled tight and tied at the waist. His face was covered with a small, neatly trimmed goatee, and his hair was perfect styled as well. He looked to all the world as though he had just stepped out of a major Hollywood event.
The chill in the air didn’t seem to bother either man, and the coats seemed more a matter of appearance for those who might be watching than for actual comfort. “We’ve lost so many,” the shorter man commented. He looked at a stone that was very old, but looked nearly new. A simple affair, it had the name “Joseph Arthur Collins 1881 – 1921”. He kneeled and gently placed a rose on themarker.
The taller man nodded, smiling a smile that was nearly always on his face. “But they are all in a better place.”
The short man sneered. “I hate when you get all holier than thou, even if you are, Arus.”
Arus smirked, but nodded. “Sorry. It’s true though. They found their peace.”
The short man sighed, nodded. “I suppose that makes them lucky in this case…”
Arus put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “No, Ghost. It makes them dead. You are still alive.”
Ghost chuckled. “Am I now? I don’t breath. I don’t eat. I don’t age. Is this life?”
Arus said nothing. He let his friend have his time. After a few moments, Ghost continued moving. “Is she coming?” he asked.
“You know Talon,” Arus left a rose at the foot of another grave, this one marked “Jane Doe”. “She’s always busy with something. I don’t want her to know what I know just yet anyway. Anna has had a rather startling vision.”
“What terrible darkness will befall us this time?”
Ghost stopped. He nearly tripped. “A what?”
Arus nodded. “A Lightseeker. I was stunned, too. Anna knows the child has been born, but isn’t sure where it is, currently. A few of my personal agents are searching quietly.”
“Talon won’t be happy,” Ghost commented, taking out a cigarette. The news was incredible, overwhelming. “Not after Marcus. She never forgave herself.”
Arus shook his head, the smile finally disappearing. “She still blames herself for Takeru. Guilt is what drives her.”
Ghost nodded, but he still smiled. “A Lightseeker. If we can protect this one till it comes into its-“
“Her,” Arus corrected. “It’s a girl.”
Ghost nodded. “If we can protect HER till she comes into her full power, this could mean something huge. An actual Lightseeker. How long since the last one? Fifty years? Just over?”
Yes. Marcus gave his life, and we never knew him,” Arus sighed. “But, as I said, Anna is helping, and not even Talon knows. Yet. We’ll keep it from her as long as we can. She has better things to worry about. I’m tapping some of the Unicorns to help us as well, those who are left.”
“Unicorns, Angels and Vampires, oh my,” Ghost chuckled. “I’ll pull in some favors as well, and set the Music to aid her. Maybe I can find a way to keep her hidden.”
“Good,” Arus smiled. “Very good. Thank you, Ghost. I knew I could count on you.”
Ghost chuckled again. “You sure I don’t piss off your boss?”
Arus just smiled his little smile and turned, disappearing suddenly in a flurry of white feathers. “Part of me hopes I do piss him off,” Ghost commented, turning to walk back into the night. “And the other part hopes he’s as forgiving as you tell me….”