places you brought living things to die; they just differed in the delivery.
My scythe collected his soul, and I quickly transported it to the researchers , who welcomed me with a high-fives.
“ We knew you’d be the first to bring one in!” Richard, an extractor, who was one of Dad’s friends, said from behind the counter of the researcher’s claim facility.
“ Thanks,” I said, as I forced a smile and placed my scythe on the counter for him to extract. This would have been a lot cooler if I hadn’t had such a crazy event happen earlier. After seeing what a high-risk soul looked like, Earl just didn’t fill the edge. At least I had brought him to his final resting, which his soul needed. He’d looked like he’d been a pretty nice man, considering he had a ton of grieving family by his bed. His destination was probably not going to be somewhere in the lower edges of my realm, which I found comfort in.
“ It’s been quite some time since we’ve been able to extract a soul from this beautiful scythe of yours. I’m sure it was quite happy to come out of retirement,” Richard said, as he pulled out the extraction tool from under his side of the counter.
The extraction tool was one of the things that always amazed me. It looked like a small , dark-silver scythe. Small, colored gems, meant to represent each family’s stones, started at each end of the scythe and lined up to meet in the center where a stone, four times the size of the others, lay. The stone in the center held no color; it was crystal-clear until it was occupied by whatever soul it was receiving. Once a soul was inside the scythe, the center stone appeared cloudy, like a thick mist on a muggy day.
It was the only tool known to our realm that could extract a soul while not at a vulnerable moment. It had to have this power or we wouldn ’t have any way to get the souls out of our scythes. It also had to be strong enough to hold onto a soul. Otherwise, there would be souls escaping during the transformation, leading to them wandering aimlessly.
The extractor ’s job was to take the soul from my scythe’s ruby center, using the extraction tool, and temporarily hold it in one of the thousands of stacked, oak drawers that were behind the counter—each one meant to hold one soul at a time. Each drawer had a dusty, gold knob and was labeled with a plated number. After the correct documentation was completed, the soul would be placed in a drawer, where it would await final judgment. Once judgment was made, the extraction tool was then carried to the soul’s final resting place in hell, by a filler. Once the filler arrived at the soul’s destination, the extraction tool was given to the handler, who entered the extraction tool’s code, which then released the soul from its center stone. Each extraction tool had its own lock that required a pass code known only by the handlers. The code was entered by touching the stones that were on the outside, in a certain order.
Richard put the extraction tool up to my scythe’s center and I watched as the old man’s soul was transferred. I said ‘thank you’ to Richard, and ported to my front door.
Surely father would have some explanation for what happened today.
****
“ Hey Dad,” I said as I walked in and saw Dad on the couch.
“ Hey, what’s up, how did your scroll check out?” he asked, walking toward me with excitement. I could tell he would love to still be out there. He shouldn’t have retired so early, but he’d had to raise me alone since, my mother had died.
“ It’s um...good... except…” I said, as I pulled out my scroll to show him, and his eyes lit up with excitement of seeing my list, it had been a while since he saw one.
“ Did you get anything higher than a level three? I heard a lot of the dads saying their children didn’t get anything higher than a two. They were upset. I think they wanted their kids
My scythe collected his soul, and I quickly transported it to the researchers , who welcomed me with a high-fives.
“ We knew you’d be the first to bring one in!” Richard, an extractor, who was one of Dad’s friends, said from behind the counter of the researcher’s claim facility.
“ Thanks,” I said, as I forced a smile and placed my scythe on the counter for him to extract. This would have been a lot cooler if I hadn’t had such a crazy event happen earlier. After seeing what a high-risk soul looked like, Earl just didn’t fill the edge. At least I had brought him to his final resting, which his soul needed. He’d looked like he’d been a pretty nice man, considering he had a ton of grieving family by his bed. His destination was probably not going to be somewhere in the lower edges of my realm, which I found comfort in.
“ It’s been quite some time since we’ve been able to extract a soul from this beautiful scythe of yours. I’m sure it was quite happy to come out of retirement,” Richard said, as he pulled out the extraction tool from under his side of the counter.
The extraction tool was one of the things that always amazed me. It looked like a small , dark-silver scythe. Small, colored gems, meant to represent each family’s stones, started at each end of the scythe and lined up to meet in the center where a stone, four times the size of the others, lay. The stone in the center held no color; it was crystal-clear until it was occupied by whatever soul it was receiving. Once a soul was inside the scythe, the center stone appeared cloudy, like a thick mist on a muggy day.
It was the only tool known to our realm that could extract a soul while not at a vulnerable moment. It had to have this power or we wouldn ’t have any way to get the souls out of our scythes. It also had to be strong enough to hold onto a soul. Otherwise, there would be souls escaping during the transformation, leading to them wandering aimlessly.
The extractor ’s job was to take the soul from my scythe’s ruby center, using the extraction tool, and temporarily hold it in one of the thousands of stacked, oak drawers that were behind the counter—each one meant to hold one soul at a time. Each drawer had a dusty, gold knob and was labeled with a plated number. After the correct documentation was completed, the soul would be placed in a drawer, where it would await final judgment. Once judgment was made, the extraction tool was then carried to the soul’s final resting place in hell, by a filler. Once the filler arrived at the soul’s destination, the extraction tool was given to the handler, who entered the extraction tool’s code, which then released the soul from its center stone. Each extraction tool had its own lock that required a pass code known only by the handlers. The code was entered by touching the stones that were on the outside, in a certain order.
Richard put the extraction tool up to my scythe’s center and I watched as the old man’s soul was transferred. I said ‘thank you’ to Richard, and ported to my front door.
Surely father would have some explanation for what happened today.
****
“ Hey Dad,” I said as I walked in and saw Dad on the couch.
“ Hey, what’s up, how did your scroll check out?” he asked, walking toward me with excitement. I could tell he would love to still be out there. He shouldn’t have retired so early, but he’d had to raise me alone since, my mother had died.
“ It’s um...good... except…” I said, as I pulled out my scroll to show him, and his eyes lit up with excitement of seeing my list, it had been a while since he saw one.
“ Did you get anything higher than a level three? I heard a lot of the dads saying their children didn’t get anything higher than a two. They were upset. I think they wanted their kids
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