The Echoes of Fate

Milan just woke up, but he knew what he was seeing. It was Mr. Rion, but his body was charred into cinders, a black fume coming from his skin. His head was turned toward Milan as if he was an owl, but the eyes were hollowed as if they had already turned into ashes. It was a haunting sight that froze Milan; even his mind couldn’t process what was happening.

Then, it was gone.

A breath was released for a second before Milan screamed. He hugged his head with both hands. He then rose from the bed and got to his feet. Tugging on his robe to pull it tighter against him, Milan exited his bedroom. He ran into Melba, who heard him scream.

“Was there a fire last night? Or an accident? Does the morgue have incinerators?” Milan didn’t believe in ghosts, but seeing Lasair—a spirit—made him resort to accepting a few things.