Strange Remains
Part 1
Menzo fiddled nervously with his bow at the edge of the forest, waiting to enter it once more. Thankfully, Yavan did not dally and when he arrived, with a shared nod, they crossed into the tree line. The archer took the lead, their lamps held below the waist and their light made as low as possible to avoid being blinded by the stark contrast against the darkness. They walked in silence until the sounds from the village were dampened enough that they, in turn, were certain they would not be heard. Then, they marched at a careful albeit steady pace for several minutes more before Menzo began inquiring about their task.
“What exactly is it that we need to make sure of?”
“Something that Joren had not yet learned needed to be done,” the man replied with a level tone. “But allow me to start from the beginning. You are already aware of the spirit beings that share our world and perhaps already know that my order works to lessen the negative impact upon people.”
“I… Had heard rumors but I don’t know anyone who is quite certain what it is you do.”
“Hmm. Well that is most likely due to how our tasks are as numerous as they are varied and thus, people miscomprehend our work.”
“Yes, that rings true, if the places I’ve been to are anything to go on.”
“Well now that you are one of us, it is necessary that you know that spiritual beings exist in all shapes and sizes, neither of which are necessarily an indicator of their strength or power. Few, however, are capable of taking on an actual physical form as may be perceived by any normal eyes. Many become very vulnerable to the purifying light in which our realm exists, and among them, few have strength enough to withstand the onslaught of what is, essentially, bottled sunlight.”