Downstream of the Black Babble River, friends of Merlin wait in the village of Eons Bach to play there part in returning Merlin to life. He is flowing and growing within the waters of the river towards Eons Bach to be reborn in new form. It is essential that Merlin live for he is to lead a campaign freeing the Kingdom of Camelot from the evil reign of Morgana-Le-Faye.
Merlin’s comrades: two big-cats, Anubis and twelve Ravens must work together to perform dark-magic and save the wizard from death. However, Anubis is struggling to recall a small detail, some ‘thing’ lost in time that forms a crucial part of the process they need to follow. Whilst he stands waiting for Merlin atop a folly between the two big-cats he pursues a memory that comes to him from a time long ago when he first met Death…
~ The Great Fairy Fire – (125) – Pulse (Continued) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Grim was grim in grubby grim garb
Wrapped head-to-toe in black
Tall and thin there was nothing of him,
Skeletal beneath slack clothes.
“Nobody knows I’m dead,” he said.
Anubis didn’t care for Grim’s menacing stare,
Didn’t care for the foul smell of him:
A blend of death and sin, loss and chagrin
Misery vice and despair: sullied the air
Soiled his robes, stained his skin.
Grim took one gaiting stride
Arrived at the side of Anubis,
Who tried to hide else hang his head,
All joy had left replaced by dread.
“I’m not all rotten,” the Reaper said.
The Goddess encouraged Anubis forward,
“It’s okay,” she whispered, “he doesn’t bite.”
“He might look grim and dark as sin,”
“But get to know him, he’s a cad.”
“Not at all bad or sad or as mad as people say.”
“Be glad you’ve a home here,” she said,
“Amongst the dead though it may be.”
“Be good for Grim, be far better for me,”
“And we shall see about a key,”
“A key for the door in the floor.”
Grim reached down and patted him,
A bony hand ash pale and thin.
“Welcome Anubis to Underworld.”
“A realm you’ve already seen.”
“You’re the third Anubis there’s ever been.”
“We’re averaging one every thousand years.”
“They come and go as often as Seers.”
Grim mused a smile and held up a key.
“For you eventually: after you’ve settled in your new home.”
“The dog-flap key will allow you to roam.”
“Indeed,” said the Goddess, “come and go as you please,”
“But never leave the door ajar.”
“Should they catch glimpse of light of day,”
“The dead will stray, wander far away,”
“And you my lad will be made to pay!”
Anubis grimaced as Grim grinned:
Mused a smile like one who has sinned.
Grim chuckled again, unlocked the door:
Stairs descending into the floor.
“Follow me honeybee,” said he.
The Goddess caressed his fur, kissed his brow,
“Come,” she said, “time to go now.”
Anubis courageously took big brave strides,
Disappeared down stairs into the dark-side.
“I’m here,” she said, “I’ll be your guide.”