Well, Mara, now, I hope you can show us what you can do.
The prince speaks gently and the smile reaches to his warm, hazel eyes. He says it as if he is actually asking for my help, but he isnt. He doesnt look older than nineteen, the same age I was when I died. But hes a prince and Im his prisoner and a walking corpse. He nods to the captain, who hands him a sword, which the prince, in his turn, offers to me.
Do you want me to chop some wood for the fire? I ask indifferently.
Watch your tone when talking to His Royal Highness! the captain roars.
Its alright, the prince chirps with the same gentle smile.
I may be afraid of Morok, but this Prince Daniel and his soldiers please! The worst they can do is kill me, and to me thats not even a threat. The prince takes another step towards me and leans forward so that his voice doesnt carry.
Let me repeat, Agatha. I would love to see what you can do. I try not to reveal my surprise at the sound of my name, I wonder where he knows it from. It took me a lot of effort to convince my father that your revival is in our own interests. Please dont make me regret that. You may be dead but dont forget that I can say one word and you will be sent to a place far worse than where you are now.
The words make me break out in a cold sweat. I cast a sidelong glance at Morok, who must have heard everything as hes standing closest to us. Prince Daniel is right. He can utter one short word and Morok will send me to the Shadow. And its not death, its worse.
What shall I do?
Good girl! The prince is pleased. He grabs my hand, pulling me closer, and gestures towards the woods. People say theres a ghoul dragging young women off to his den, and hes hiding there. Ghouls are your specialty, right?
Right.
There are not many evil spirits left in this area, but according to the folk legends, it was Maras and Moroks who used to help people get rid of them, he goes on, taking no notice of my reply. Unchain her, he orders to Morok.
Your Highness, are you sure its safe? the captain butts in, eyeing me suspiciously.
Stop worrying, Dariy. Youll get yourself more silver hairs, the prince brushes him off. Dariy frowns. Dont you know the powers a Morok has? These chains are just props, so that the crowd feels safe. Otherwise, we dont need them.
Morok steps closer and starts unfastening the manacles on my wrists, and then from my neck too. I try not to jerk nervously when his long fingers in black gloves brush my skin. Morok is a head taller than me. I cant guess at his build as his body is covered in black armor and wrapped in a black well-worn cloak. But the shoulder-straps under the cloak make him look broad-shouldered and intimidating. When hes standing close to me, I want to crouch down and stay as inconspicuous as possible.
Shes magically bound to Morok and cant get too far. And even if she attempts to escape, he will track her down in no time. He will follow her trail like a hound. Is that right?
Morok nods in response and I sigh with relief when he finally steps away from me. I barely have time to rub my neck, sore from the metal ring, before the prince takes hold of my arm and drags me to the edge of the woods. Hes either mad or just stupid. The others at least have the sense not to touch me.
Agatha, he sings out my name with something verging on fondness, I must admit that a lot of time has passed and people have forgotten about the true powers given to you by Morana, and what is left are silly tales to frighten little children and a bunch of fools.
And what do they say about us?
Hm, for instance, that in winter, you walk among the houses in the dark and call out names. Whoever answers dies. And some people say that after you die, you continue roaming the earth but carrying your head under your arm.
I gape at him wondering if hes just made it all up or if people have really turned us into spooky fairy-tale characters.
But I was brought up on ancient legends, the prince goes on completely unperturbed, about you, Maras, ridding the world of evil, severing the lifelines of tyrants and bestowing the gift of longevity upon the noble monarchs who were good to their subjects. About your scarlet cloaks standing out against snow-white landscapes, your ivory skin with rosy cheeks and ruby-red lips and flowing jet-black hair.
Id say hes mocking me, if not for that dreamy look in his eyes when he runs his fingers through his fair hair, which only barely covers his ears.
I heard each of you was young and beautiful, a mirror image of Morana herself. The prince finally turns his gaze back to me and his awe is replaced by condescension, a shade of pity in his smile.
I can hardly keep myself from cringing when he sympathetically pats me on the wrist and holds on to my hand. I want to pull it away but he keeps it tightly in his grasp.
Its such a shame I never had a chance to get to know you and your sisters at the peak of your power. I wish I had lived when all the fairy tales were real. But well have time to chat. Id love to hear some exciting stories about your life. But now, please get rid of the ghoul.
Prince Daniel stops somewhere between his guards and the edge of the forest. This time I take the sword out of his hands and stand motionless unsure what to do next. The prince folds his arms on his chest and looks at me expectantly.
Would His Highness like to step back a little? the corners of my mouth twitch when I see he understands that what Im really saying is that hed better clear off.
He wouldnt. His smile becomes even wider, showing his snow-white teeth. I prefer watching from the first row.
Have you ever seen a ghoul? Im trying to put him off his stride.
Ive seen colorful pictures in the books, he retorts, obviously not taking the situation seriously at all.
Then, would you be so kind as to lend me your dagger, too?
The prince cocks an eyebrow, realizing that if he does, he will be unarmed. He doesnt have a sword on him. Im trying to keep a straight face watching his hesitation. I suppose he didnt read his fairy tales carefully enough if he thinks his dagger could protect him from me. Though even to attempt to kill him would be a stupid thing to do.
This dagger is my lucky charm, so I hope youll give it back to me soon, he says offering his weapon to me.
By all means, I reply stiffly, taking the dagger and heading to the edge of the woods.
Ghoul.
The princes information might be incomplete and partly distorted but most of what he was mumbling is true. It only sounds sinister that we were marked by the Goddess of Death, in reality we often did more good than harm, though maybe in an unexpected form sometimes. We can lay to rest something that has been dead a long time but has been clinging to the past life, reluctant to leave this world. That includes ghouls, demons, ghosts, souls of drowned people and other evil spirits. To kill a ghoul, you have to be fast. You have to know that you must cut off the creatures head and hands, that you need to keep away from its teeth, and that the first spot where it will try to bite you is your neck. And even if you kill it, you have to burn the remains right away, otherwise all your effort will be futile. And thats only a ghoul. For different spirits there are different rules, and very few people know how to deal with them. But Maras or Moroks can do it all on our own.
Maras have the power of seeing and touching things people cant see. I only need to touch the spirit to sever its lifeline and give it another chance to move on. Thats exactly what we used to do with my sisters. We would send lost souls on their way to the next world.
It was the primary task of all Maras, but then we got dragged into politics. We started severing the lifelines of the rulers who had brought devastation on their land and people, the tyrants who had nearly destroyed their own countries.