The Shadow of Fear
Thirtieth Day of the Eight Month 292 AC
The pale girl-child perhaps eight namedays looked up at the ghostly white facade of the ancient mansion with solemn dark eyes. Two of her brothers had died here, though one was with her still, and now she was going to cross its threshold yet again. "Ready, Jori?" she asked softly. Kyla's voice was always soft unless she strained it. Shouting did not come naturally to her anymore since she had found her magic by strange and tragic happenings.
"You don't have to do this," her brother, her twin said. She could feel his fear, not for himself, for he had ever been brave, perhaps too brave, but for her. Jorel was quite aware of how much more resilient he was now that he no longer resided in a body of flesh.
"No, I do not have to," Kyla replied, pulling her cloak a little closer against the chill mist of the canal. "I want to... I need to. If someone else should suffer here as we did, I..." Their father had finally found a buyer for the house... they would be moving in soon, perhaps with another pair of curious children. Perhaps it was a little mad of her to think thus... but she could not allow the chance that the house would claim another innocent life. Else what purpose was there to her sorcery...?
Jorel did not actually roll his eyes, but the sentiment was there across their bond. "You place much worth in the lives of strangers, sister..."
That stung more than he had intended. Kyla did feel guilty for stealing out of the house in the middle of the night under the cover of glamor. "You did not have to come."
"Of course I did," he answered instantly and without rancor.
"I'm sorry," the girl said, blushing slightly. Being able to feel another's feelings made staying angry at her brother nigh-impossible. "I need this to stop having nightmares and being scared
and..." Her hard-won composure was slipping.
"Maybe I need it too," her brother admitted with an odd whistling sigh. "Let's go."
Without another word the children floated over the fence to stand before the heavy front door. The Words of Opening from Kyla made quick work of the lock and they slipped in.
"Up or down?" Jorel's voice rang strangely in the silent hall.
"Down," Kyla said after a moment.
Amidst dusty relics of sundered joy and innocence fated never to return, the siblings found no horrors from beyond the grave, no nightmares made manifest to banish once and for all. Yet fear, that most tenacious of foes, was dealt a mighty blow that night.
OOC: I actually rolled to see if they would find anything. This could have turned out quite differently.