The woman pulled the tweed jacket closer to her body, her only shield against the damp weather. She leaned against the door forcing until it gave way: the cemetery was old and its gates rusted in its hinges. She staggered slightly, her heels not the most practical choice on the uneven ground.
A dense mist spread across the ground as it was wont to happen at this hour. The woman knew that spirits came out at gloam before the skies turned black. In the magical void created in the in-between time of day and night, they rejoiced and came out.
She’d been raised in that belief. She walked to the northernmost part of the cemetery, as fast as her shoes allowed. She wasn’t particularly happy to be here, but there was a reason. She had to come.
She found the tomb she was looking for; petals of long dead flowers were spread on the stone. She blew on it, scattering them to the wind. From her purse she pulled a bag of fresh petals, a candle and a cloth. She spread it on the stone, lit the candle and placed it to hold it. She gave her thanks, her prayer to the Guardian that he wouldn’t rescind his benevolent guardianship.
That was when he came out: he always came out for her kind. He may be the Guardian, but theirs was the sacrifice. He came to her, he saw her shock. And she bowed whispering his name. He kissed her brow, marking her for himself. When the time came, she would come to him, to renew the Circle, the gift of her power to the Kyrkogrim. When he moved back to the shadow, he saw on her face: sorrow and joy mingling. Her magic was forfeit but the demons wouldn’t trouble their community. She blew the candle out, gathered it and the cloth before leaving the freshly cut petals on the stone, a symbol of her gift.
He watched her leave as he had observed her arrive. Hers was a powerful gift… A potential he had never seen in the five centuries he’d protected this place.
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Wordle prompt #122 – September 26 2016
1. Shibboleth (Noun. A peculiarity of pronunciation, behavior, mode of dress, etc., that distinguishes a particular class or set of persons. A slogan; catchword. A common saying or belief with little current meaning or truth.) 2. Petal 3. Rescind 4. Density 5. Void 6. Stagger 7. Hinge 8. Spirit 9. Gloam (Noun. Twilight) 10. Kyrkogrim (refer to the Wikipedia page https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_Grim) 11. Black 12. Tweed
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.