a new leaf

She stops reading momentarily. She opens the door to her father's bedroom and jumps the pool of blood on the floor. The body is not far from the bed, it is the corpse of her father. Emotions overwhelm her, tears break their banks despite her attempt to prevent it. His body is resting in a pool of blood, his clothes completely soaked in it.

There was an open wound on his head and his chest had a bite mark. It was as if he had been attacked by an angry animal. His body was a masterpiece of endless scratches, some tearing deep into his flesh. She stops examining him and retreats. The sight of her father's body on the floor was traumatic. Her mind couldn't process such complex emotions. Her body was shaking in a fit of fury. She had never felt so alone and out of place…like her whole world was collapsing in on itself.

The silence of the evening returns to the room, and her situation only gets worse. She retreats further and steps out of the room and then again before she realized it she froze in the agony of the moment. She leans forth weighing her right knee on the borders of the wall and her head touches an upper part of the same wall. Her left leg remains inclined behind her body and she sort of sinks into meditation, just for a while allowing her mind to rest in the illusion of another reversal theory of time.

And she is still at school; she is still unaware of her father's body lying on the cold floor as if there was never any instance of joy in all of his life. That was not the perfect time. She pushes her mind further back. Maybe she had a premonition of what was to befall her father.

It is in the morning and her father is in the kitchen preparing breakfast. That was the kind of memory she was looking for, it had some sort of mystical power. She stretches her left hand into the bedroom and there is this barrier of sunlight filtering in from the blues and her father was at the other side and she tries to reach out to him but he keeps on smiling and does nothing to get her hand.

"I love you dad, I always will."She whispers.

This was no ordinary event and she felt lost. There was nothing in reality and fiction seemed to make much more sense. She closed her eyes again, perhaps if she could have one more look at his face she would find the strength to go on with her life. She felt like she had no purpose in life. She goes back to a straight posture; she unfolds the paper and continues reading although she was not convinced she could go on without seeing her father one more time.

Have you ever heard of reincarnation? I can bet you have but being as skeptical as I have always known you to be I doubt you have ever considered it. There are of course varied versions of it, some people say that when a person dies without concluding his or her purpose in life their spirits can come back through a second birth. Although these people might not realize it their lives will end up having unexplainable similarities with the lives of people who have long since died, regardless of geographical location, culture and society they live in.

And then there is this other one. It has long been a common belief in many communities in the world that dead people did return, but only in different forms. These forms could be any animal from the domestic ones to wild animals. This is the theory I want to talk to you about. You see apparently it is not just a theory and we are living examples that it is not unfounded as many people have built the perception.

We are what the interaction between witches or wizards and real humans created. According to the people who believe in the second theory of reincarnation, life is a continuous process. After the first death the soul transforms into another form, and even after the second death the soul still transforms into another form. It goes on and on, dying and being reborn in another form.

To put it for you in perspective, I would say that for example as you are right now, human in all aspects. After your first death you could transform let's say into a lion, after the second death you transform into a whale and you go on until you become every single animal in existence, millions of years away. After that, well no one seems to know what happens past that.

What makes us different?

We are partly magical and we are partly human and that gives us the ability to switch between different cycles of life without going through death, we break cycles hence the name cycle breakers. Isn't that wonderful, just imagine the brilliance of taking yourself through another perspective and back in an instant.

Now that you have an idea of who you are, let us come back to what is happening here. As I have told you before there was an angel of destiny appointed to control the destiny of all the galaxies that fell out of purpose and had to leave heaven. And this played to Lucifer's advantage; I am going to tell you how. You know the last book of the Holy Bible, Revelation? Have you ever read it keenly? I am going to break it down for you anyway

...and I saw the dead, both great and small standing before the throne. Books were opened and then another book was opened, the book of the living. They were judged according to their actions which were recorded in the books.

So this is how it worked to Lucifer's favour, the angel of destiny, Andromedus Curio had a diary in which everything that was supposed to happen everywhere at every time of the day and night was written. The diary is commonly called the Curio in other versions and in the Bible it is called the book of the living. This might come as a shocker to you but on the day the angel of destiny lost his position in Heaven, the Curio was also lost.

I happened to be in the family line of the one person who found it. We call ourselves guardians of justice and many generations ago some of the greatest unrecorded wars in the history of the earth were fought to keep the book safe. You see while real humans and pretty much most of the other galaxies remain ignorant to these happenings, a fairly good percentage of the cycle-breakers have knowledge of some of the things that have happened especially the serpentines.

The serpentines of course as per the names are followers of the serpent, Lucifer. There's something else that you should know, Lucifer had appointed Adricos Macarastavella the task of getting him the Curio. Adricos Macarastavella is one of the fallen angels. I will refer you to Revelations still. ....

When war broke out in heaven Michael and his army battled against the Dragon and his followers. But he lost to Michael and he was forced out of heaven together with his angels...…These angels are called the fallen angels, they were thrown down to earth.

In the rank of Lucifer's kingdom the anti Christ is the second in command and Adricos Macarastavella is third in command so you have a fairly good idea about what it is you will be dealing with.

But not to worry, there will be mechanisms in place to guarantee your safety, not always but nearly always. Every resigning guardian has to find a suitable replacement and I had the liberty to choose from everyone in my family, including my brothers and sisters. But the better part of me sees you are the one person I know who can be the next guardian of the Curio. I believe in you as you have believed in me all those years.

You are the one who stayed when everyone else decided to leave. You are the one who inspired me to change for the better. Apart from keeping the Curio you also have the duty to prevent interference with life on earth, whether it is the death of cycle breakers or normals or witches and wizards. This interference has in it the capacity to reduce the effectiveness of the Domini bidding and thereby making you more exposed to deadly attacks by the serpentines.

The Domini bidding was put in place to prevent superhuman interference and which holds both God and His angels and Lucifer and his followers. The other bidding that was also in place, to avoid interference from other galaxies to all galaxies is called the Reflexo bidding. The sinning of real humans destroyed the biddings and allowed the possibility. So the more the second bidding is destroyed, the more the first one is also.

If any guardian fails to protect the book, there will be no justice. No evil will have the resultant punishment in which case Lucifer will win and God will lose and judgement day will be no more. This is everything it has been building to all of it, the sinning of Adam and Eve and everything else. Even the basic karma will not work; humans will be left to their own fate. If there ever should be a judgement day in heaven during the last days, the book must be kept safely away from the serpentines.

I know you will do me proud. The book is in your grandmother's grave, buried with her. It was a safety precaution and if you are reading this letter then there is a chance they have already found me, I am part of the past. Before you go for the book, there's something I want you to do which is important. Find a tall building, THE TIMES TOWER will be fine. Go to the very top of it and then dive into the air and allow yourself to fall freely through the heights.

Trust me this is not a suicide mission pact, it is the best and fastest way to summon your powers. You just have to believe you can do it and keep your mind focused on what you want. When you are successful in summoning your powers, you can go look for the diary. Immediately you find the diary I want you to take a direct flight to MOMBASA. Then take a boat into the ocean as far as you can go, jump into the ocean waters transform and go the deepest into the water until you see the surface beneath.

Scout the ground from that depth until you find any hole in the ground, follow it to the other side of the landmass where you will find another considerable ocean swim to the bottom of it and enter the realm of the cycle-breakers, or as they call it the Bonded world.

Ask for the direction to a castle called the MORTIFICIAN.

When you get there ask for direction to wing 249. When you get there go to the last house, there you will find your mother. Please don't lose the book and don't use it for any purposes. Last of all I wish you the best of luck in your life.

With warm regards,

Your father.

She sealed the letter as it was before and lit one of its edges with a cigarette lighter. She looked out of the window and for the first time she didn't see any hope in the magnificence of the rays the orange fiery ball was casting on the tired world. She looked at the sky and she missed the glamour that before was a joy of being alive.

She looked at the house and she missed the comfort she had before that this was a place to her she could call home. And she asked herself the same question, one she had asked herself over and over again and one she had time and again failed to answer, "Why did she remain?"There was no logical explanation behind her staying behind; her heart never wanted that life of looking after a drunkard when she was just a kid, she deserved better.

She wanted to go with her mother like the rest of them, but when the judge ruled their father was not getting custody of any of them something in her snapped, she walked over to the other side of the courtroom. They tried to stop her, they carried her all the way back and she bit off an officer's ear. She cursed at her mother and made a scene. In the end they decided to let her calm down. Then days turned into weeks, weeks into months and that was that.

Why she did it was way more mysterious than her grasp of logic. She looks at the letter; just for confirmation and it was now a fragile folded width of ash. Even the wind from the open window was threatening to disengage its formality. She steps on it and it is reduced to a black carpet of ash. She swings into motion not really all that sure about what she was going to do with her life. She walks down the staircases not bothering to hold the rails. The sitting room has three other dead bodies, she didn't know how long it would be before the police got there but she was determined not to call them.

It was one of those decisions she didn't make with her mind or her heart. It was as if there was something else, a sort of spirit that was making some of her decisions for her but the fact of the matter was she was very conscious of her every move. The couches have been laid to waste; such wanton destruction just clawed apart the cotton piles littered all over the floor.

Chaos was the one word that could have described the state the house was in sufficiently. She opened the front door and once again looked at the sky; the sun was now at the farthest point in the horizon, it was almost at ground level…in the distance, it was where the ground and sky seemed to meet. It was an illusion but it seemed real. She was definitely anxious about something; she looked at her wrist watch the anger she had before slowly melting away as she quickly regained her composure. It was all too much for her, she was just an average typical run of the mill girl, exemplary citizen when she tried too much, a good friend, a loving daughter but there was nothing special about her. There couldn't be anything special about her…if so why did it take her that long to realize. Of course her ex would have said she was special, and then turn around and cheat on her. So it was just a word he used to flatter her, she was just like every other person. And here she found herself at a cross roads, a dead body, her life simply torn apart, the unbearable grief, the truth that was well stranger than fiction, the truth that could just be the words of a drunkard, the questions she didn't have answers to. It was too much for her mind to think about. It was a burden she couldn't free herself of.

At that point she was becoming more and more afraid of herself because she was broken, she was not in the right state to make any decision but yet she knew she had to make a decision. On the one hand she could risk staying with her dead father's body until the police arrived, give him a fitting welcome and since she had no other relatives that she could say she knew exactly where they were start life on her own. She had a couple of friends but she doubted even they could support her and pay for her school fees at the same time. She would be on her own, and the police would want to know exactly what happened to her father. On the other hand she could do something crazy, follow her father's advice and if she died then she had nothing to lose. That part was the part that made her feel like she couldn't trust herself. Why did he write that letter, who would have wanted to kill him? Who could give her the answers she was looking for? As long as she had known her father, he always kept his life and her life separate so there were few people that she had met that could even be helpful about her father's life…let alone the weird cycle breaking stuff. She felt like she needed to stop herself before she got too far with her crazy notions, of course she could control herself. But the whispers of her fate were rushing through her blood.

How could she pretend not to know the end when she saw one? Still the more stubborn part of her urged her legs into motion crossing the patch of grass in front of the house. She had not yet realized she was still carrying her bag. She knew perfectly well she wouldn't need it but maybe in that moment that was passing she could fully pretend to be out of sync with the real world. Take herself places and come back when she was ready to face reality.

What mattered the most to her was the realization that she had no one to look out for or to call family and she had nowhere to call home. She couldn't go back to that blood rage. That would be proportional to pure insanity. Even though she had always thought of herself to be insane she still found the notion more crazy than crazy was supposed to be.

The place was full of memories, and even though most of the memories were good memories they were in the past. All that remained in that house were the bad memories; the house only reminded her that she was on her own. She had lost just one thing but she had lost everything. Because her father was everything, and even if she could live through the interrogation and the pain, she still couldn't afford to live there any longer. She desperately needed the good memories. But what value would good memories add to her life. She was keeping her mind on wrong things, what she should have been concerned with at the moment was the diary or the Curio. Then again she felt like she had been thinking about it all along and then she doubted if it was true she was cheating herself.

She could definitely feel the wind and she was to some extent annoyed that its cold sting was adding to her misery but a greater part of her was glad that it was keeping her company. She wrapped her jumper tightly around her body; perhaps the most annoying thing with the wind was that it made her feel the world and she didn't want to feel the world. The world was very unfair; it had taken from her the only relative she used to know.

If people could cease to exist just by imagining it…it could be a very grand feeling. She looked behind her and for the first time realized she has covered quite a distance, she could no longer see the gate that was the entry to their compound. She was passing the West Side cemetery where her grandmother, Xenophilia Red was buried. Her grave was so close to the house that she could see it from the window of her bedroom. There was a path that ran behind the apartments and that bridged the distance between the houses and the cemetery. The houses here were especially cheaper because they were so close to the cemetery. She had never before understood what her father's attraction to such a morbid place was. To the best of her knowledge, her father was not an emotional person…she didn't pick that house because it was close to their grandmother's remains. The daylight was ending and darkness was also coming, so much change in perhaps such a short time, the sun was nowhere to be seen. It had parted ways with the lost world to succumb to its own peace of mind, meditating about the long life waiting on the edge of other breaking dawns.

She slows her pace a bit; she had all the time in the world. She hated to think about that word world, it no longer made any sense to her now with all the revelation and perhaps more so because she had always taken her world to revolve around the existence of her father. And now it was like her world had flipped off its elliptical path and was quickly heading for doom.

She felt a bit heavy and laziness was not the issue here. It was as if she had added a couple of pounds just so suddenly. She's getting deeper into the belly of civilization, and now more and more vehicles are passing her with their different brands of noise, she was still waging her own war against reality and she didn't care much for the world around her.

She kept her eyes on her path; she was determined to be where she was without the chaos of the world getting into her way.

She was under the impression that she was doing well although the disturbing engine roars were still reaching her ears effectively. She made another attempt to keep her mind off things and the forever brick wall was still barring her path. She was distinguished from the late lone walkers who seemed by chance to have a purpose in their life, to have a future and a home. Somewhere descent they could rest their heads without thinking of corpses and murder blues.

She felt a strong urge to scream but she feared by doing so she would alert them to her misfortunes and leaves her heart bare. Okay, just calm down. She urged herself and struggled to capture that all important self sustaining immunity from the depths of her composure.

From a fair distance away, she could see the evening glow of the sleepless city of NAIROBI. Her heart was yearning for everything else but for destiny, she could understand what the major problem was for her and destiny.

The shining streetlights gave a picturesque impression of buildings in the sky as the luminous bulbs dotted the streets. She looked at the sky, now darkness was weaving its moody luster preparing the world for the incoming period of rest. And it had with it all the lethargic enchants from slumber world.

Before she knows it she is walking under the bridge, she can see clearly the sign of the nearby building POSTA OLD DOLANN REPUBLIC. It was a government entity for mail sending and reception, one of the few seemingly outdated services that are never really moribund. The government obviously had laws in place to protect its own.

The central business District is not yet empty although it is partly deserted and from the look of things the traffic is now moving a bit faster. That was only an indication that many people had already cleared for their homes. She passes the huge commercial bank building and comes to the TIMES TOWER, another landmark in the town. Of course by now everybody has left the building, there are only the two guards outside the locked gateway. She just hoped her strategy would work.

The building had a modern outlook, consisting of a square mainframe with more than forty floors stretching above the heads of the neighbouring buildings and towering over the town. Attached to the mainframe was a somehow rectangular ground floor extension that had the name tag of the building patched professionally on its forehead. It ended in two pillars and then the floor steeped into a series of staircases. She invites herself to the company of the two security guards.

"Good evening?"She calls her greeting.

"Good evening."One of them greets her but the other one is keen on maintaining his silence. It didn't take her long to realize he didn't understand English.

"Habari?"She greets him

"Mzuri, unataka usaidiwe vipi?"He asks.

"I have a bit of problem. My sister is stuck on the twenty seventh floor and she is asthmatic."She is quick to propel her discussion with the small container in her hand. "Amezimia, ndani ya ofisi."She takes her troubles to translate for the man.

"We have to check you first?"The first man who sounded brilliantly clever tells her. She gives them her bag and raises her hands in the air for him to do all the searching.

"And I will have to accompany you to that supposed floor."He tells her opening the door for her.

"There's no harm in that, I will need a hand with searching I have never been here before."She tells him.

"On second thoughts, why don't you just go on we will wait for you here. There's only just one exit."

"Thank you very much."She makes her way into the entry room and speedily goes on to the lift feigning to be in some sort of a hurry. The lift is soon set in motion and up, it heaves her through the floors stopping on the last floor. She steps out of the lift and her confidence dwindled but she kept her faith steady and with cautious footsteps she made her way through the dark corridors.

She had no idea where she was heading to; she had never been that far up the TIMES TOWER. Her feet brought her to a set of stairs leading to the top of the building, now this was it. She walks on and appears on the other side bathed in the moonlight the air surrounding her surreal. She already felt like she was walking on air, an exhilaration that was mixed with an almost equal percentage of fear. She doubted her decision to go by everything in the letter.

She could see the sinking edges of the building's outer wall and she could see the landscape of the sleepless city from an aerial view. Vehicles were still streaming through the streets; most of them taxi cabs and huge transit vehicles that were just crossing through the town to the other side of the country.

She walks on again this time more cautious than ever, until she is now standing a couple of inches from the edge and to prove how close she was she could see the immediate path that was behind the building, just within its shadows. She closes her eyes and for a moment imagines her body in free flight losing heights through the air with nothing but bare solid ground waiting to receive her warmly to her death.

She struggled to poison herself with the belief that the world didn't mean much to her now that her father was gone. It didn't work the magic as she had imagined, she moves closer to the edge and her heart tuned to a rapid heartbeat. Her nerves condensed in fear as she still neared the edge even more. Now she was feeling dizzy, a sort of vertigo as she tried to keep her eyes locked on the sky. It is decided, this is for fate to handle, only fate.

She jumps into the air closing her eyes, shutting out the reality of the world and she kept her mind on the one objective. She feels some sort of friction pushing in on the sides of her body, and then she is falling slowly. It's almost as if she has reduced her weight to some extent. She can no longer feel her legs or her hands. It is now that she opens her eyes and finds she has transformed into an eagle. She flaps her wings and steers forward through the air. She knows she has to wake up now because this is as far the dream could go.

She moves her small head sideways unbelieving all this is real. She feels the wind in a rush and she wasn't sure at what speed she was moving. She felt an exaggeration of happiness pummeling through her heart although her conscience was still clouded with the painful memories of losing her father. She slows down and stops flapping her wings and then she is losing heights.

She flaps her wings again momentarily then stops again. She wasn't very efficient in her new body. Right now as far as she was concerned there was only one problem and that was how to transform back into her human body. She has to be sure she can before she decides to break into a cemetery and dig up a grave. She allows herself to fall again freely and steadies her mind on the one objective, she can feel the strange friction developing and her limbs were coming back to her.

She touches her head and she can feel her hair in place but she could now see the ground and that was perhaps one thing that had escaped her mind. She closes her eyes again and she can feel her light body falling steadily through the air, she is now a parrot she flaps her wings and ascends back into the air slowing down before landing on the stem of a tree.

She is getting more and fonder of her new self and she cannot resist a few adventures with her newly found brilliance. She flashes her mind and the wish was granted, way quicker than she expected transforming her brown skin to a hairy monkey skin. She leaps into the air and breaks cycle again into a fully grown lioness shortly before reaching the ground. She tries to exercise her strength in this new body breaking into a run at full speed. There was no ending to the exhilaration.

She breaks cycle again while still in motion into a cheetah and increases her speed. So this is what it felt like to be one of the fastest runners in the reserves. She swerves at the corner of the street breaking cycle into the body of a kangaroo; she can feel a great force getting her back to her feet and her front legs becoming smaller. She leaps into the air and covers such an amazing distance, she shrinks into the body of a rat and about this time she goes through the fence of the cemetery.

She transforms back into her human body amidst grey clouds with a fusion of the colours of her clothes, and before she could count away she was standing in the company of graves as normal as she could be. No bones broken in her body, it was more than magic this new concept in her life. She shakes her neck to feel if she was still normal, she tries talking to herself.

"I am now a better person."She speaks. Her voice is still okay, this is quite something else. She moves around the gothic scenery. She could see the window to her bedroom, she knew it because it had a sticker of a cat, and it was directly in the line of their grandmother's grave. Behind her was the stretch of wire mesh that made the fence with positioned lamp posts, about two meters apart. Then there was an entirety of epitaphs on the heads of graves, some with lit candles and bouquets of flowers. Those were the ones that were recently visited by the loved ones of the deceased.

Despite the combined lighting from the night lamps and the rising moon darkness still abounded in the cemetery. Perhaps it was the effect purported by the trees towering over the graves. The spaces left between the graves were littered with dry leaves that had fallen from the trees and in the cold breeze of the growing night they rustled endlessly moving across the landmass as if in a spirited rebellion to the labourers of the cemetery who must have spent the better part of the day collecting the leaves in piles and burning them. There were still residues of the toil on the borders of the graveyard where grass was trimmed.

There were two fountains in the midst of the buried memories that were just as gothic farther magnifying the tension of this dead world. The one to the right had the sculpture of a horse like creature with wings, probably the Pegasus but it also had a huge snake coiled around the mid-section of its body water was draining to the circular shelf from both the mouth of the horse and the mouth of the giant snake.

It is an ancient work of art, probably a masterpiece of Gray Leymann or Joseph Ronoh. That was the countries chief way of paying tribute to its dead legends of arts. They bought almost all of their works and allocated them to several public domains for display. The second fountain was a sculpture of an eagle, human sized with its wings opened to the fullest spans. It was standing over a dead snake with water coming from its mouth and the snake's mouth.

Her guess was one of the two; there was a consistent presence of a snake which pretty much defined their artwork. But the basin of the second fountain was raised; it had a thick stem supporting it and was thus much higher than the first one.

She transforms into a wolf as soon as she spots the grave that was now the permanent home of her late grandmother Xenophilia Red. The cross on her epitaph was slanted, she liked it in that position being a strong catholic believer she always had one in her house. And it always assumed that position no matter how many times they had tried to change it. She died without ever setting her eyes on any of her other children and grandchildren after the powerful custody battles that ensued between her son and her mother.

They were present at her burial ceremony but that was after it was postponed twice. Unfortunately she wasn't present at the burial ceremony, something to do with her father's drunken stupor and then a fatal crash leading to her being hospitalized in Canada pretty much in serious conditions. She had never managed to fit the puzzle how her father being the driver got away with less serious injuries than herself but now it was obvious. She never got to see her siblings during the burial and her father didn't let them visit her at the hospital.

It was some time into the age of the night when the first sign of reaching the casket renewed her strength. She felt the metal lining of the casket. She digs further into the ground and reaches one of the lower metal lining of the casket. She breaks cycle into a cockroach and made her way to the underside of the casket. She was now in perfect position for what was coming next, the last step to the acquisition of the diary and she didn't suppose it would be easy, she didn't bank a single thought on it. Anyway, she had to do it since it seemed like the only way she could get the casket to the ground.

She places her wishful energy to the task, she closes her eyes and focuses her mind on the process, and she can feel her body growing in size but the confined space was playing to her disadvantage. And then there was the power in the transformation as she desperately tried to focus was pushing the casket, making boundaries between the grounds and shifting pile on top of the casket. And then there is enough space for the transformation to be complete and she has now transfigured herself into a monstrous python.

She tries pushing the pile but it is weighing down on her body. She makes a forceful attempt to push the block and finally some mass falls off and reduces the weight.

She lowers it and forces it up again, the disturbance sheds off some of the weight again, the majority of it falling in place beneath her. She now turns the casket to its side and this proves effective as soon the casket is having only a small layer of dust cover.

She transforms back into her human body amidst the grey clouds and dusts off her clothes. Now the only work remaining was to divide the hard metallic seal. She transforms into a chimpanzee and jumping out of the manhole pulls the metal casket to the ground. She should have probably thought of this before she pulled on herself the python stunt.

It would have gone much easier on her. She forces the metal linings out of proportions with the immense strength she was enjoying in her new body. A small crack shows and with a firm grip she widens the space until it is enough to pull out the Curio and everything was going fast, perhaps too fast for her mind to have a comprehension of it all. But against all the odds, she liked what she felt, all that profound brilliance.

She heaves the book out of the casket. It was not any ordinary book, it had more pages than an average encyclopedia but it was about the same length and width as one. There was a mystical symbol on its front cover that of two V shapes one in the normal format and the other in an inverted format resting on it with its ends crossing each other at the midsection forming some shape. It could be a square lying on one of its angles but only with extended lines.

There were two lines one running across connecting the two opposite horizontal angles and another running from the top connecting the two vertical lines. There are circular semi circles leveling with the apexes of the four extensions of the small square. Below it was the name that seemed like it had been written in fairy ink, Andromedus Curio. It glowed in the dark. She embraced the book in her arms and felt that was where it justly belonged.

She couldn't express how she felt, it is not that she lacked the words to do so or maybe it was. It was some sort of a strong emotional bonding. But even as she held it in the warmth of her hands there was this scent of danger that was lurking around it. The next thing on the schedule was for her to get away from here.

She transforms back to her real human body and for the first time she opens the book. She was more than eager to see the contents in the crimson and dazzling white pages of the book. There were words written on it, many words but she could not read whatever they were although they appeared to be in English. The words were in constant motion being written, deleted and replaced.

She opened the second page and it is still the same thing the words in motion. The whole book was that way, and it didn't have the last page. At first she must have thought it was utterly impossible for the book to lack a last page. She opened what she thought to be the last page and found there were other pages beneath it. She opened again flipping the whole bundle and still found other pages. The books mass didn't change and neither did its volume but there were just more pages rolling through. She gave up the quest to disapprove herself.

She allows the silence to filter in with the cold blows the wind dealt out to the haunted atmosphere that was covering the graveyard. She could feel at peace right in the middle of all these dead people. She felt however a memory sneaking up on the nerves of her brain, a memory she could not ignored. It was the exact image of her father cold on the floor and it was vivid she almost thought it was real. He was tamed in his death; at least she was certain about that. No beers to destroy his serenity, he had no need of that.

She came around to her senses and noticed she was just wasting time, perhaps she was thinking about something but she was lost again in her own misadventures of the mind. She was becoming insane if that was what she was thinking about. She calls the name in a whisper and she can feel cold ghostly shudders vaporize through the now tense atmosphere.

"Andromedus Curio."She calls out to the book. Another distant breeze rattles and she can feel the impact, trees shaking vehemently as if sensing a clear and present danger and a furious bout of coldness envelopes the place. She looks around, not really certain about what she was supposed to be expecting.

And she heard noisy rackets coming from the ground. She is now frozen, and it was more than fear what she felt but she was not breaking her composure. Yet she was still undecided of what to expect, she holds her breath and remains still, still as a golden statue in a museum. Andromedus was buried somewhere here and he is going to resurrect, the thought crossed her mind. Then again perhaps that was just wishful thinking on her part.

She looks at the book and she can't seem to notice anything strange with it. It was just there pages of nothing, some distant magic she had no clue of and in the all real dead format an imaginary person writing in its pages in fairy ink and she could guess she was the only one aware of this. Her emotions were driving her on the edge of thinking.

She couldn't possibly be aware of everything that was happening but for the time being she decides to cast a blind eye to the world. She lets her spirit come back to threshold and allows her mind to settle down as the night grows more and more disturbed. She felt like there was something moving through the trees. Although she could not see it she was almost certain it was there. Maybe it was too fast for her to see or maybe it was invisible.

A pile of leafs are lifted in a whirlwind hardly a stride from where she was. This prompts her to her feet as a stronger spasm of fear charges through her body. Her attention is however taken back to the book which is flashing its pages in fury, something which the strong wind had totally no influence over. She goes into a thinking rampage. She forces her brain to work out the magic, she needed a way out of this one another breeze blows across the line of her position sweeping the leaves off the ground.

It was almost as if she was getting in touch with the dead world or yes she was. It started with her grandmother's grave being thrown to the surface of the ground. And now she realized this was going to be something else, way past her wildest expectations.

"Andromedus."She calls out and instead of being the solution she was now desperately searching it only fuels the rage as two whirlwinds sweep through the graveyard. If this carries on at this rate it will be only a matter of time before the guards decide to check out what is happening.

"Shush."She talks to the diary and feels stupid for doing that. She waits in silence. Maybe that could do the magic. A minute passes, maybe half a minute and then like a spell the magic works to perfection. There is a gradual decrease and then the madness disappears in the blues from where it came. And then silence falls in with the normalcy she was yearning for. But no, this was nothing normal. She had to get used to seeing it for what it was. She stretches her hand out and calls out again.

"Andromedus."She was not convinced it was going to do what she wanted it to do. There's nothing, just only the silence. "Andromedus?"She increases her voice; it closes the pages and remains still as before.

She couldn't be certain she was doing the right thing; she was out of her mind. Yet something told her if she just focused on her wish it would be granted. She believed she had it in her heart to do that small bit of magic but the results just disapproved her conscience. She bends and picks the book from the ground, she objects it to a second keen scrutiny and many thoughts crossed her mind.

The only way for justice to be there at the end of the world was now resting in her hands. Such power and such a burden in one throw. It was now time, she throws the book into the air and transforming into an eagle, she clasps one of the covers of the book. The weight forces her to lose heights but she steadies her balance and flaps her wings flying swiftly across the city.

She positions herself in line with MOMBASA road and goes a bit low such that she can see the two roads and the vehicles using them. She is sure it wouldn't be long before she saw one of the buses taking passengers to MOMBASA. And she didn't have to wait much either before one of the express night buses speeded into her view. She lowers herself further and perches on the roof of the bus.