Road to Valhalla

Chapter 62: A Chance Meeting with the Dead

"Say Prophet, would you like to escort Seraph on a little mission?", Lady chippered.

"Ah...eh...I...", Prophet wasn't one to voice his resistance.

"Right you two! Get ready and set off. You've a devil to find. Now get going!"

And thus, the two of us were sent on our way. When we were leaving, I saw Lady standing on the mound outside all alone. She didn't drop any advices like she always used to. She didn't even see us leave. I suppose that hectic morning had caught up to her.

Now that I think about it, I got to see so little of these people unless we were traveling together. Prophet was the kind of guy who would disappear in the background, yet he was always there. He was a fidgety little guy, a tad taller than Lady but bent. He was skinny, had droopy eyes, was always looking down and smiled nervously. He spoke little, it was a struggle for him to get his opinions through to people. He had a really pale complexion, shadowed by his extremely black hair. He was always clad in black too.