Different types of spirits surround us. Most of us cannot see them but some of us have the sight. She got hit by speeding car when she was twelve. Everything went black for a while. When she recovered her consciousness, she couldn’t remember feeling any pain. But that incident changed her life forever.
Now, she is inside an almost empty theater. Most of the seats are empty. She’s sits on one near the aisle. She touches her brown pixie cut hair. She’s wearing a white T-shirt dress that goes down to her knees underneath a motorcycle leather jacket with a matching black worn-out combat boots, which makes her look an inch shorter than her normal height of five feet Some actors are on the stage rehearsing for an upcoming play. She momentarily glances at her watch, looking fretful as she stares at the actors on stage. One of them is teenage boy with dark maroon sweater. He makes his way toward the center stage, lugging a guitar with him. He sits and began to strum the guitar. Its melody fills the whole place. She couldn’t make out the song but the music calms her mood.
A man in his late twenties makes an entrance at the main door of the auditorium. His dark long hair is tied back in a ponytail. He is wearing a faded black, loose-fitting Nirvana tour T-shirt, and faded jeans tucked in a pair of black hunting boots. He seems to be looking for someone. She eyes him, stands up, and waves at him. She smiles as she looks at him approaching. But he doesn’t smile back. He gives her a peck on the forehead and together, they sit down. The boy onstage momentarily stops in every wrong note but he continues to play after, repeating the same music over and over.”
“Why’d you asked me to come meet you here?” He asked, looking directly in to her big brown eyes. She brushes her stray hair away from her forehead then looks back directly into his eyes. He has a pair of very dark eyes, almost black. It matches his bee-stung scarlet lips.
“I came to see you, Swift. I haven’t seen you in a while. Ï want to know how you’re doing with your school work and with your new friends.”
“I’m always doing fine. Don’t worry about me. It’s you I’m worried about. You should always watch out for yourself. You don’t have the same problems as normal people have. Your life is in danger. I’m sorry if I haven’t kept in touch with you for a while. But I always knew you’re one tough chic, Sibyl. You can always make it on your own.” The guitar music switches to a faster beat.
“Listen Swift. I would be leaving the city this time. I want to go somewhere far away. My situation has gotten worse. Last night, a demon attacked me while I was asleep. Momo was there to help me stop the demon. A demon has never tried to hurt me before. This has gotten serious.”
A loud screech suddenly ensues from the guitar. The melody comes into a halt. Everyone glances on the guitar-player’s direction. A guitar string broke. A woman in green trench coat enters from the backstage to assist the boy, her high heels making a click-clacking noise against the stage floor as it resounded through the whole theater.
Swift nodded in understanding like a boy who already knew the answer to one plus one.
“Scared of what?”
“Scared for your life.” They both stay quiet. They can hear the woman’s voice and the boy’s voice from the theater stage. But they can’t make out the words. Murmurs from other actors onstage and backstage drown out their words.
“By the way, I was meaning to give you this. It may help. I hope.” Swift said, producing a rectangular piece of cardboard from his jeans’ pocket.
“Thanks.” She takes it without looking at it. She was staring intently at the stage as if the play is about to begin. The woman and the boy, hugging the guitar exit the stage. The stage is now empty. Only muffled voices from backstage can be heard from their seats.
“I need to go. I’m late for my class.” Swift stands up, walks along the aisle toward the double door with a glowing exit sign above. The sound of his footsteps echoes. She stares at the walls of the dim place. She sees different faces with different expressions. She perceives a white transparent figure of a woman walking at the aisle. Some winged creatures are seating on some of the seats. She blinks her eyes pretending not have seen. Realizing that she’s still holding the white cardboard, she pockets it, stands up and heads for the exit.
Back in her studio apartment, her empty luggage sits in the middle, ready to be filled up once again. Momo is nowhere to be seen. She collapses in her bed beside the window. Lying down, she stares out squinting as her eyes adjust with the light. Outside, everything seems bright. The surfaces of the building glow with the afternoon sunlight. Beads of sweat form on her forehead. Cars honk from every direction below. She takes a deep breath as random thoughts begin to flow in her mind.
She thinks of how she has been moving around from one cramped apartment to another, from one boarding house to another, from one dormitory to another. From a distance, she eyes a black figure pasted on a building wall. She can’t make out the features but the figure is almost human. Her eyes dart to another building she can see a human face pasted on one of its windows. The face looks as if it’s crying. Above that building are the watchers. Like the figures she constantly sees on the walls, she doesn’t know what kind of spirit, energy, or creature they are. But they seem to watch everything and everyone with intent scrutiny so she named them the watchers. They wear olive cloaks all the time although they come in different shapes and sizes. Their faces are covered with the shadow of their hoods that the only thing you would notice about their faces are their watchful eyes which seem to glow white light behind the shadowed faces. Only she can see these creatures and spirits. She knows that. There are probably some people out there who are like her but she haven’t met anyone in person yet so far and Swift isn’t even one of them. Aside from the unknown she can recognize some critters known to man in children’s books or at least something similar to those in the books. On her way out the streets she sometimes meets different types of little individuals. Sibyl also meets winged personas in different sizes every once in a while. She assumes the little critters as dwarves and elves; the winged ones as faeries and pixies. Sibyl could also recognize the difference between ghosts and demons. But with no one to teach her about these types of complicated stuff, there are other spirits and energies that she couldn’t figure out on her own so she just names them like the watchers and the faces on the walls. Then there’s Momo. She met the little thing when she moved in a boarding house. It was just standing there, expressionless as she opened the door of her room. It has big round head with no ears, round black eyes, and thin small lips. It has fat arms and legs similar to a human’s. She gasped as she saw this spirit that she called it Momo as a pet name. If other humans were able to see it, they would most probably say it’s adorable. Momo is just two feet tall. Its skin gives out a light orange glow. As with other spirits, she doesn’t know what Momo is and where it came from. She’s not even sure if Momo is really a spirit, energy, or just another creature. She hasn’t seen any of its kind before. It can’t talk and is often expressionless but it tries to communicate with her. It knows how to nod or shake its head when spoken to and it knows how to point at things. She treated Momo as a pet the first time they met and she has brought Momo with her whenever she moves in to another place.
She wasn’t born with that type of eyesight. She had a perfectly normal childhood until she got hit by a car when she was twelve. She was able to survive with slight injuries and no broken bones. But the incident opened up her eyes to another dimension and people began to misunderstand her. Whenever she was around other people, they oftentimes caught her staring into space. They began to label her as an oddball since then until she had no friends left. Nowadays, her social life consists of spending time with Momo, Swift, or whenever she enters the Spirit World chat room, a private group formed from a social media whose purpose is to welcome only those who can communicate with spirits and other supernatural beings. There are five of them in the group. Sometimes she has doubts about her chat buddies, if they’re genuine or fake but it feels good for her to at least have some human connection every once in a while.
But social life and the supernatural are the least of her worries. Five years after her eyesight opened up, something seems to be haunting her, causing all types of misfortunes into her life. She knows this much because whenever something terrible is about to happen Momo and other spirits seem to panic around her, then a black mist appears which will eventually fade in to the thin air. She was already in college when this type of incident first happened. She was staying in a college dorm. That night, as she was about to go inside the dorm after her class, she saw Momo standing there, looking stiff and panic-stricken. Momo seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time. It’s a strange sight for her. It’s the first time that she has seen Momo with an emotion on its face. She felt an odd sensation inside her like something is pulling at her insides. They went in together. The hallway was deserted which was also strange. Students usually crowd around the hallway at this time in a school night. Momo clung to her leg tightly, looking more scared. As they pass by towards her dorm room, the faces on the wall began to look bewildered as they saw her. She was feeling bewildered herself especially when, upon opening her door and turning on the lights, a black mist appeared. It seemed to have stopped time. They stood there, frozen. It faded after sometime and she and Momo were able to breathe. That night as she was already lying on bed preparing to fall asleep, she got a call from the police department informing her that her mother has passed away. That she had hung herself in their family house fifty miles from her school. She was dumbstruck. She just nodded as the police told her about the details of her mother’s death as if the other person on the line could see her. She was told that there was no suicide letter, that her friends and neighbors had reported that she seemed to be a very happy person. Killing herself seemed out of the question. Sibyl’s father died when she was five so the investigators couldn’t find any reason why she would kill herself now. She was still in shock when she had said goodbye to her caller. She stared into the empty space for a while in disbelief. She couldn’t bring herself to cry. When she finally recovered her senses, she noticed that she was still holding on to her cell phone tightly. She decided to go outside to get some air. Momo seemed to panic again as she grabbed her black cotton trench coat. Momo kept shaking its head as if it doesn’t want her to go out but she told Momo to stay inside and watch the room.
The air was cool and heavy the moment she stepped out of their dorm. She had no idea what time it was but it looked late enough for other students to be falling asleep already. A lady in white floated in the air towards the opposite direction. She seemed to be frightened of Sibyl’s presence. The men’s dorm was just sitting in front of the ladies’ dorm. Not a single light was on from any of its windows. She closed her eyes breathed deeply in and out. Without a warning, someone touched the lapel of her T-shirt. She opened her eyes and saw a stocky middle-aged man looking mean and angry pulling at her away from her dorm. Adrenaline began to surge within her as she was able to yank herself free and started running and shouting towards the entrance. But the man was quick. He began to pull at her hair that she screamed really loud with the pain but no one seemed to hear her. Her heart pounded like a bass drum. The man pulled her to the ground. He had hit her head real hard to the concrete. He kept on hitting her head that she felt dizzy and nauseous. She kept on with her screaming and kicking. Then, with his hands on her neck, he started to strangle her. She kicked really hard and tried to punch the man with her bare arms but his arms are still on her neck. She was writhing, unable to breathe anymore. Her eyesight was becoming blurry when she heard a loud thud and the strangling stopped. The man has stopped and she was able to cough and breathe again. As she sat there, recuperating, another man in a ponytail was hitting the strangler with a metal bat. He kept on swinging the baseball bat on the man’s head over and over again until he lost consciousness. That was how she met Swift. He asked her if she was ok. She just nodded then asked for his name. He said his name is Marco.
“Can I call you Swift instead?”
“You hit the man so swiftly. I can’t help but think of you as a Swift.” She said.
“You make me sound like a canned sausage but OK call me whatever you want.”
“Thank you! Thank you for saving my life Swift.” She said as she hugged her hero and cried. She let it all out with her sobbing – her mother’s death and all the things that she’s been through that night. She let go when she noticed that some of the lights are on in the men’s and ladies’ dorm. Pairs of eyes peered at their direction. The next day, the interrogators informed her that the man who attacked her seemed to have no memory at all of what happened, that he had no memory of how he got in the school premises. This didn’t surprise her at all. Strange things always happen to her.
She and Swift kept in touch after that incident. She had learned that he was a law student, six years her senior. He often called to check up on her. He taught her all the self-defense moves he knew. They practiced inside the school campus. He told her to just kick on the attacker’s balls if none of the moves works for her. He always reminded her to focus and stay vigilant at all times. Sibyl grew very fond of him but Swift wanted her to be stronger and be more independent that he only showed very slight fondness for her. On her eighteenth birthday, he gave her a pair of nun chucks as a present. He taught her how to use it and he reminded her to bring it with her whenever she’s out at night all alone. After sometime, Sibyl opened up to Swift. She told her about her sight, about Momo, about her mother’s death, and about the black mist. Swift became her close friend, her only friend.
After the black mist incident, misfortunes befell her day after day. Her dorm room almost burned down, a heavy potted plant almost hit her head, she got hit by a basket ball, someone tried to push her down the stairway, bomb exploded in the grocery store when she was about to enter the door, she failed a class she knew she’s good at, she was almost hit by a bus and some random guy would try to kill her. Thanks to Swift, she was able to defend herself and survive physically. Her problem is the spirits. She has no idea how to kill or defeat spirits. She knew that whatever is trying to cause her harm isn’t human at all. Whatever it is, it has a powerful influence on energies, spirits and even the people around her. She tried different things from feng shui, fortune tellers to spirit mediums but none of them provided her with an answer if not a solution to her problem.
Until she decided to move out of the school dorm and move in to an apartment. She also decided to drop out of school for a while and start working as a sales clerk on a music record store. It seemed to work at first. There were no disasters or misfortunes. But after a few weeks, the black mist would find her, and there she knew she has to move again. She even tried to move next door of her previous apartment but still, the black mist wasn’t able to search for her right away. A year has already passed, and so far, this is the only temporary solution that she could find for survival.
Her situation taught her to keep her things minimal. The only priced possession she has is a wooden African sculpture of a man holding a spear. She doesn’t really like sculptures but it was said to be one of her mother’s most valuable possessions. Her aunt said that it was antique, that she bought it from an auction a week before she killed herself, that it costs a big amount of money. But she doesn’t know how much it is. It doesn’t matter. She’s not planning to sell it. All she knows is that her mother must have some reason for buying it a week before her suicide. It must also be a code of some sort. She’s not certain but she feels that there must be some kind of connection. So along with her mother’s money, she took the sculpture with her.
She runs her palm over her short brown hair. She has no idea how long she’s been thinking about her past. The light outside is already dim. The sky is overcast with gray clouds. It looks like it’s going to rain anytime soon. She glances at her watch. It’s just 3:37 in the afternoon. The smell of brewed coffee wafts through the air. She stands up from the bed. Momo is already there, sitting on the side table of her bed, expressionless as always. The smell of coffee makes her feel hungry. Her stomach is growling. She checks her pocket for some loose change but all she got is the cardboard that Swift has given her. She sits down and reads the contents. She realizes it’s a calling card; a history professor’s calling card.
“Swift is kind of odd sometimes. What’s this for? He wants me to date this guy?” She laughs looking at Momo. Momo sits beside her and takes a look. Then Momo’s arm points at the statue which is sitting at her desk beside the door.
“How could I not guess?” she said slapping at her forehead. She reads the name on the card again. Nakata Himura, PhD. An address and phone number is written below the name.
“Take a look at this, Momo. I think he’s Japanese and he teaches in Swift’s school which is nearby our apartment. We can drop by any time but first we should make an appointment.” She said as she gets her mobile from her jacket pocket. Momo nods in agreement. She dials the number and waits for the phone to ring.
“Hello?” A soft spoken man answers the phone.
“Hi! Is this Professor Nakata Himura?”
“Yes. Speaking. Who’s this?”
“Hi! My name is Sibyl Moore. I used to be a student in your school. I heard that you’re a history professor. I would like to talk to you about a certain African sculpture.”
“I’m very busy now. I’m sure you could find some information on the internet.”
“Please. This is important to me. This isn’t just any artwork. I couldn’t find anything about it on the internet. I also searched the library but there wasn’t anything about it. My mother bought it at an auction last year.”
“The one held at the Richmond Hotel. They call this sculpture: The Hunter.”
“The Hunter you say?,” a loud gulp came from the other end. “OK. I’m free at five in the afternoon tomorrow. Go to my office at the faculty building.” He hangs up the phone without saying goodbye.
She goes to the school the next day with the hunter inside a white canvass tote bag. Swift meets her. They go to the professor’s office together. Professor Himura is at his desk. He is wearing a pair of silver-rimmed spectacles, a starched collared polo shirt, and a pair of black slacks. A nameplate is on his office desk along with a stack of papers. When he sees them together he asks Sibyl to come in but he tells Swift to wait outside. At the back of his desk is a huge window which overlooks the school’s grassy park with wooden benches and a pond in the middle. At the right side of the room is a book case stuffed with hardbound volumes. And at the left side are framed certificates and diplomas of the professor. It is very quiet. He asks Sibyl to sit down. She brings out the sculpture from a white canvass bag. The professor gasps as he sees it.
“Considering its age, it’s in a very good condition. Did you know that that’s the only one of its kind in the world?” Dr. Himura said eyeing the Hunter. “There are fake replicas of course but no one was able to replicate it perfectly.”
“OK. What else can you tell me about it?” She asks.
“Legend has it that the Hunter was made by a man from an African tribe before they were conquered by the English. They lived a happy and prosperous life. Hunting was their main livelihood until a great drought emerged. Animals died of thirst. It was said that many of their people died of hunger and thirst. The tribes people did what they could to appease their gods but still the drought carried on. The remaining people heard that another area isn’t affected by drought at all. They have decided to walk towards that area. However, due to the lack of water, some of them died along the journey until they were able to arrive at an uninhabited part rich with flora and fauna. They were glad of the flowing river that they decided to stay there for good. However, there were only a few of them left. Their leader also died along the journey. They have decided to appoint a new leader but to do this, he must be strong and that he should be able to provide the tribes people with good meat. They unanimously agreed that all the young men in the tribe should hunt and whoever hunts the biggest and most delicious boar would become their leader. A young woman however volunteered to hunt. The people reluctantly agreed thinking that a young woman would not be able to win anyway. And so the hunting began. When the young people presented the animals they got, one particular man got the biggest wild boar they have ever seen. They were about to proclaim him to be the new leader but the young woman protested explaining that the wild boar she has gotten was equally as big as the young man’s boar. The people couldn’t disagree with the proof so they decided to cook the two wild boars. All of them agreed that whoever got the more delicious boar will win. So they cooked and they ate but both animals equally tasted good. A commotion emerged because of it. Some of them don’t have a problem with two leaders but others wanted to have only one leader. The oldest one of them suggested that the two hunters should hunt again the next day and whoever procures the bigger and more delicious wild boar should be the leader. They agreed to this suggestion. The young man and young woman went hunting the next day but again, they both equally have wild boars of the same size and both are equally delicious. So another commotion emerged but the oldest one of them interfered again. He suggested that it is the will of the gods and spirits that they should have two leaders, that it would be futile if they let the two compete over and over again. So that night, they were both proclaimed leaders.
“Time passed. Their numbers increased and their land became prosperous. However, there came a time when many of their children died. They couldn’t find the cause of their deaths so they performed rituals to the spirits to provide them with an answer. One night, the spirit of the river came to the oldest one of the tribe. The river spirit told him that the children are dying because the unity of the energies isn’t in full circle yet. For unity to occur, the man and woman leader should be bonded as husband and wife. The next day, the elder told the tribe about his dream. The two leaders then decided to be husband and wife. Soon, everything went back to normal.
“After sometime, the husband and wife bore a daughter. And together, they lived in peace and harmony with the tribe. Many years passed, and the daughter became a lovely woman but the man and woman leaders are already getting old. Until one day, the woman died of old age. The tribe was visited by a series of disasters soon after. Again, the whole tribe tried to please their gods and spirits. One night, the river spirit visited the leader. He said that the unity of the spirits was disrupted by his wife’s death, that the wife is the holder of good energy and good fortunes and the husband is the holder of bad energy and bad fortunes. If one of them dies, there would be no balance in their tribe that’s why disasters seem to come continuously. The only solution is for the man to die. However, it shouldn’t just end there. One of the people is a very good craftsman. Once the man dies, the craftsman should create a hunter’s and a huntress’ image in wood. The tribe should then perform a ritual around a fire while they are offering the two images and the gods will fill the hunter’s image with bad energy and bad fortunes and the huntress’ image with good energy and good fortunes. Balance will be restored if they create a shrine for the two images. The images should be kept only within the tribe. Whoever keeps the hunter for himself will be haunted by the bad energy and bad fortunes and whoever keeps the huntress for himself will be punished by the gods through death. Misfortunes will surely come if the two aren’t united. If one is destroyed, the energies inside will haunt the person that destroyed it.
“The leader told his people about what the river spirit has told him. He decided to sacrifice his life for his tribe. They followed the river spirit’s instruction; from the leader’s death to the ritual and then the shrine. The tribes people lived once again in peace and harmony. But when the conquerors came, their village was ravaged. The hunter and the huntress have been captured. The two casts had been passed on and sold from one person to another, from one country to another, and from one generation to another. As what the river god has predicted, anyone who beheld of the huntress’ cast died; and anyone who possess of the hunter’s cast had encountered many types of misfortunes.
“As of today, it was told that only the statue of the hunter survives, bringing bad luck to whoever possesses it. The huntress’ statue has long been lost. No one knows if it did really exist at all or if it’s just part of the myth.”
Sibyl has many questions upon hearing the tale about the hunter. But she stays quiet, trying to digest the story. She looks at the bespectacled professor looking back at her with encouragement. She looks at her shoes then at the cast, at the books in their bookcase then back again at the professor.
Finally, she asks: “Is the tale about the hunter real? What I mean to say is can I find it in any history book?”
“The answer is no. What I have just told cannot be found on any reference material. However, there are similar tales about it in African myths and literature.”
“So, you’re saying that what you just told me about the hunter is just fiction. That the story was just from someone else’s imagination from thousands of years ago.” There is tension in her voice.
“Uh-huh.” Sensing the tension in her voice, he asks: “Is there anything more you want to know? Something seems to be bothering you.”
“Assuming that what you told me was real. What will happen to me if I destroy this image?” she asks, holding the hunter.
The professor takes off his glasses.
“If the legend was true, then the spirits of bad misfortunes and energies inside that thing will haunt you. I don’t know what that means but that was what the stories say.” The professor said, wiping his glasses with a silk cloth.
“Is there any way to fight the spirits?”
“The only way to fight spirits is through spirits,” he said putting back his glasses on. “You can’t fight them physically. That’s why some people resort to spiritual mediums, witchcraft, and even occultism.”
“Thank you for your time, professor. I really did appreciate it.” She said standing up from her chair and placing back the hunter inside her canvass bag. “Thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to me. But I’ve got to go now. I have another appointment in an hour.” The professor says goodbye to her. She leaves quickly as if in a hurry. As she opens the door, Swift is patiently waiting for her outside. They sit together on the mowed lawn of the school campus. She tells Swift about the legend of the hunter and the huntress. With no warning, she immediately tells Swift she has to go home early. Then she leaves him sitting on the lawn all alone.
She glances at her watch as she leaves. It’s already 6:00 pm. She walks along the busy streets of the city, unmindful of the car engine noises. Her thoughts fly back to what the professor said about the hunter being the bearer of misfortunes and bad energies. It was probably the reason why her mother committed suicide. Worse things had been happening to her. It was probably the bad energy that had influenced her to kill herself. The hunter must be destroyed before someone else dies again, even if it means her own death. It doesn’t matter anyway. She has no family anymore. Both her parents are dead and she’s the only child. She’s nothing now like an empty boat in the middle of the sea. And she has no one. Momo is just a pet and Swift is just a friend. No one will weep of her death.
She walks on deep in her thoughts when suddenly a woman with flawless black skin in an elegant white dress stops her. The woman grabs her arm then yanks her inside an abandoned coffee shop. It was dark and musty inside.
“Forgive me for interrupting your dark musings but I can feel a heavy, dark, energy in your aura. I’m intrigued. It’s the darkest one I’ve ever seen. And your eyes…I can sense that you have the sight. I’m Katrina by the way. What’s yours?” The woman said in a smooth voice.
“Hi! I’m Sibyl. Listen, Katrina, You’re right about my aura and my sight but I have an important business to finish, so will you please excuse me?” She said on her way to the door.
Katrina didn’t say anything but she watches Sibyl with keen eyes as she walks out the door.
That night, she stuffs the hunter inside her knapsack together with her nun chucks, a box of matches and a bottle of paint thinner. Momo is nowhere to be seen. She feels a pang of sadness in her that she wasn’t able to say goodbye. This might be her last night. Suddenly, she hears a soft knock on her door. And then another soft knock. She wonders who it could be. She opened and then…
“If you are going to challenge a spirit tonight, you might as well call me.” Katrina said with a proud smile on her face.
“How did you know where I live?”
“I know many things. Trust me. You’ll need me. And please, you can’t hurt the dark misty spirit with your wood chucks.”
“Wait. How did…”
“Like what I told you, I know many things.” Katrina said opening a black Channel bag.
“You’re some kind of a psychic?”
“Sometimes, but usually I practice witchcraft and voodoo.”
“You’re a crazy witch who wears designer dresses and bags.” Sibyl laughed.”
“Wrong. I’m a beautiful witch in designer high heels who wears designer dresses and bags. Now, let’s go destroy that thing.”
The basketball court nearby is deserted. It is the only open space they could think of. Nearby is a deep lake. Swift caught up with them in the apartment. He already knew what Sibyl was planning when she told her about the hunter’s history. He figured it out when she was on the rush to go home.
Sibyl brings out the statue, matchbox, and the paint thinner out of her yellow cotton knapsack. All three of them gather in circle around the sculpture. The hunter is placed on the ground and while Sibyl is pouring the paint thinner on the hunter, she notices a small figure beside her. She realizes it is Momo. She is about to light the match when Katrina stops her. Katrina went on her knees and muttered her incantations. Gusts of wind blow in their direction during the ritual. When Katrina finishes, she tells them that she called on the god of the wind to protect them.
At last, the paint thinner was poured. Katrina begins chanting in indecipherable language but the black mist seems to come out. It surrounds her and it wraps itself around her body until she couldn’t breathe any longer. She’s running out of oxygen. All the lights around her goes out.
She finds herself in peaceful vegetation beside a river. Its waters are as clear as glass. She is sitting on a huge white rock when amid the sound of flowing water, she hears a hissing sound. She looks at her right and she sees a huge luminous green serpent.
“You must be the god of water.” She tells the serpent.
“You are the reason why the cosmos are fighting. You are about to destroy the bearer of black energy.”
“You’re mistaken. The cosmos aren’t fighting. They are together in harmony,” she said pointing at the sky.”
“Here drink this.” The serpent said. A silver grail with white wine is already in front of her. She picks it up and and throws it on the ground. The white wine flowed down to the ground.
“What have you done? What have you done? What have you done?”
She is back in the basketball court. She’s lying on her back on the concrete floor of the area. She squints and sees Momo on the ground. It seems unconscious. Swift is also lying on the ground across from her. He also seems to be unconscious. Katrina and two other elegant-looking women are chanting facing her. One woman is wearing a black satin dress and the other is in a red velvet dress.
“What is going on, Katrina?” Sibyl asks.
“We are here to protect the hunter. We are descendants of the tribe where the hunter belongs. We are here to take it back.”
“But nobody knows where the huntress is. Chaos will still continue without it.”
“We know where the huntress is. Our tribe will soon retain harmony with the spirits. But you, you have attempted to destroy our hunter! You’re just like your mother.”
“You knew my mother?”
“Your mother was a witch like me. We used to friends but when she found out about my connection with the tribe, she suddenly grew jealous of how much power I could possess if the hunter and huntress are reunited. She bought the hunter to destroy it, to weaken the power of my tribe. But she failed. I summoned Nefala, a very powerful demon to hang her to death. Nefala’s power is no match with her demons. It wasn’t easy to defeat her though. My demons and her demons struggled for days in combat. We even attacked each other in dreams. Until Nefala came, I succeeded in defeating her. “
“My mother was never a witch! You’re just making things up to confuse me.”
“Don’t you ever wonder why you have the sight? Your mother cast a spell on you to protect you. She thought that if you can see the unknown, you would be able to protect yourself. She even summoned that demon,” she said pointing at Momo. “It’s a very weak demon but your mother thought that it will be a perfect companion for you.”
“You knew I have the hunter all along. Why would you just get it now?”
“We don’t want the black mist to interfere with our plans. We have to look for the huntress first. We even had the hunter watched by the eye spirits to protect it.”
“If that’s what you want to call them. Now that we know where the huntress is, we want our hunter back. You have attempted to destroy the hunter. You must be punished!” Katrina slaps Sibyl hard on the left cheek.
Sibyl almost topples over. The woman wearing the velvet dress takes hold of Sibyl’s arms preventing her to fight back. Her knapsack is still on her shoulder. She remembers her nun chucks. She hit the woman holding her with her elbow. Then she ducks before velvet hits her back. Then the woman in satin dress punches Sibyl on the face. It isn’t a very hard punch. Sibyl has time to grab the nun chucks from her bag. Katrina is meanwhile in the middle of the basketball court in a trance, uttering a plethora of enigmatic words. She then brings out her nun chucks then begins striking it to both of the women. But the two women are strong and they seem to act as professional martial artists themselves. They know how to avoid the strike of Sibyl’s nun chucks. The Swift begins to gain consciousness. He runs in Sibyl’s rescue. They begin to hit and kick at the two women but the two fights back with equal vigor and strength. Satin kicks at Sibyl’s leg with a stiletto, which almost drove her to the ground. But she maintains her balance and she high kicks at satin’s face with her boot. Then she quickly thrusts her nun chucks at satin hitting her with quicker motions that satin lunges to the ground. But satin gets up right away hitting Sibyl’s neck with her bare hands. Meanwhile, Swift tries to avoid the kicks and punches of velvet. He doesn’t want to hurt a beautiful woman so he deflects every move directed at him.
All of a sudden different types of demons come out of Katrina’s body. The two women, realizing this, made way for the demons to attack Sibyl and Swift. She knows that she can’t fight demons back. She doesn’t know how. One by one they come to her. She can feel them tearing at her flesh. She can feel the pain in her brain like a hammer is hitting her head with nails. She begins to feel paralyzed. She can’t move her hands, fingers, feet, and toes. She wanted to run but she can’t. The pain is too much to bear for her. It’s as if every part of her body is in pain that she can’t think anymore until everything is white to her sight.
Flashes of memories: She remembers white light and falling down on the ground. She remembers being carried and seeing the purple, red, and gold colors around her. She recalls people with wings and with swords with them. She remembers the book: a red hardbound book. Then she goes into a peaceful lethargy.
The sunlight hurts her face. She opens her eyes and she finds herself in her apartment. It’s already broad daylight, probably noon. She turns and she sees Swift sleeping on her old and dusty couch. She jumps out of bed and suddenly a red book falls to the floor. She picks it up and holds its spine. She tries to recall what it is and how it got there. She sits down again to recall the events of last night. Some people saved her. Then she remembers the wings. She thought of fairies only, they don’t look like fairies at all.
“That’s it, they must be angels!” She exclaimed to herself.
Then she tries to scan the thin pages of the book. It looks like a bible but it’s not. Then she evokes what the angel has said to her.
This will teach you how to fight demons and black magic. Use it. It is your calling.
Then everything comes back to her. The angels saved her from the demons. How the hunter, Katrina, and her companions were banished with the angels’ glistening swords. Momo was also banished because it is also a demon. But the huntress is still on the loose causing the death of whoever owns her. It must be destroyed.
“Wake up Swift!” She said shaking Swift’s Shoulders. “We have work to do.”