“I suppose the danger is past,” I sighed. “You probably want to know what happened . . . hum?”
“Yeah,” he said, his eyes half closed. “I mean, that was weird.”
“Long ago,” I began, “when I was young, young like you, I was applying for jobs. We were all applying for different jobs, but there was one I heard about and went to an interview for. I was the only one there, and it was a long, grueling interview. Lasted hours. They asked me questions I didn’t understand, probed and speculated and finally hired me. Then they began to teach me, secret things, old lore; just stories, I thought. The stories were true, though. Monsters, ghosts, and hellish whispers from forgotten things that long to be remembered. We are the keepers of such strange knowledge, and hunters . . .”
My young nephew had nodded off, his head thrown back against the chair.
“And this thing,” I whispered as I rose, “wanted revenge. He was a wizard. I killed him years and years ago in an ancient duel upon the rings of Saturn. He sent this thing, a part of his shattered soul, after your mother. Now he is only wailing dust scattered among the stars.”
Tale Told 