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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Fantasy · #2058726
Intro to my novel "Soul Intentions"
The granite steps were damp and cold from the drizzling rain falling on an early British afternoon. The time had come for me to return what was never mine. Dylan James, my target, sat with his hands covering his face, his shirt torn at the sleeve, his breaking point was near. I cautiously sat down on the same steps to his right knowing the time was now or never. It took nearly five minutes before he reacted to my presence.

"Your face seems familiar to me", Dylan stated. "People assume because I meet hundreds from around the world and I am generally surrounded by bright lights and cameras, I wouldn't notice when someone is following me, but I do. Who are you? Are you a fan looking for an autograph? Or do you want to sit here and pity me like so many others do now? "
"It's not important for you to know who I am," I replied, "but only that you focus on what you believe is lost in your life. If you don't, it will be impossible for me to give you back what you seek." Dylan James had been without his soul far too long. I don't know for sure what it must feel like to lose something so valuable, yet in watching my human targets struggle without them for several decades, it's not a feeling I want to know firsthand.

His tired face and frail body slumped even more at the shoulders. For the first time in months, I knew he was ready for me to restore his soul. He stared down into the cold grey steps where we were sitting and replied, "I know I am lost. My wife was taken from me far too young. My ability to do the only thing in life I have ever loved was destroyed, yet you sit here, a total stranger and I feel like you know all this without me telling you, and I don't know why. Did you do this to me? Did you take my most precious of gifts from me? If you are the one who is punishing me, please stop. My daughters need me. My band needs me. I beg you to release me from my misery!"

"Dylan, you did this to yourself fool, but I will try to repair the damage you have done. I can't repair what is broken until you open your mind and body. Allow yourself to fully understand what it is you have lost. Stop blaming your ills on everyone else and admit you are the one responsible, not me, not your family, and not your band mates. It will be in that single moment when I can offer you back what was stolen from you because you stopped appreciating all which was given to you."

He looked up and turned my way. It was done. I noticed one small tear had leaked from the corner of his left eye as he asked, "How long was I without it?" It was forbidden for me to be doing any of this, but I felt obligated to tell him. It seemed I had broken so many ancient laws already, what was one more? Choking back my own emotions, I could only respond, "Longer than I had anticipated, but let us both take comfort in knowing you are whole again." After delivering my final remark, I could only hope he had found his long lost hopes and dreams.

I am Caeles Novo, and was the preeminent soul stealer on earth, however my mission had changed with Dylan James.


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