"How long?" grumbled the child who shifted impatiently in shoes that were one size too large for her feet, but no answer came. Irritated, the young girl huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "It's rude to ignore people. You said so yourself Prophet." she growled, now letting her furrowed gaze fall onto the elderly man. Why wouldn't he answer her? Why wouldn't he look at her? He always had answers to her questions... that was his job after all wasn't it? Her gaze lingered on his still form with his knees upon the floor, his robes splayed out around him. "You said the stars were going to fall tonight. How much longer?" she demanded, the intensity building in her voice. But still, she received no answer. "Father enough! Why won't you answer me!" her voice echoed through the quiet room, but still nothing. Anger drew her forward towards her father, when a blinding light pierced through the darkness before her.
Shielding her eyes, she stumbled back as a silhouette appeared in the light. "He cannot hear you child." a booming voice called out. Squinting her eyes, she tried desperately to make out the shape that stood before her. Was that... a jackal? "Who are you?! Why are you here?!" she shouted, still shielding her eyes from the blinding light. "You may call me Anubis, but I'm afraid we must go." Eyes widened and her feet shuffled back another step, "Go? Go where? Why should I go anywhere with you?" she questioned, though the fear that she had felt only moments ago was beginning to fade, as if the light was burning it away. "I shall answer all of your questions, but first," the voice was soothing, musical almost. Anubis extended a hand, "Take my hand, we haven't much time." All fear had left her, and without so much as a second thought, she reached out for him, stepping forward until her hand grasped his. "Where are we going?" she asked softly, her voice void of the anger and confusion it had been so full of only moments ago. "You shall see." he said in all but a whisper as he pulled her into the light.
Stepping into the unknown, she let her gaze fall back upon her father, only now she could see the picture in it's entirety. Clutched in his arms was a limp form, chocolate brown hair cascading over his blood stained arms. Tears poured from his eyes that were swollen and red with sorrow. "My sweet angel, my darling Lavender. Forgive me, for I have failed you."