by Audrey Ayn Fuerle
Copyright ｩ 2012 by Audrey Ayn Fuerle
"Long ago, the world was destroyed by the one who would save it."
When Emily turned and ran away from him, tears brimming beneath her long bangs, Teddy Guthrie thought he was the unluckiest kid in the world. Given how the rest of his day would go, this thought was a bit premature.
Today was All Souls' Day, a holy day not on any calendar. It did not match up to the phases of the Sun, Earth, and Moon. It did not appear on a regular schedule, but followed a schedule of its own.
As the girl and boy acted out their ordinary teenage drama, the souls of the dead aligned with the Earth and became temporarily solid. They appeared before mortal eyes like Teddy's as though they had always been there, because they had.