Spirit Walker

Age 20 Ava Miller found herself in her bedroom of her Washington home. Four miles outside of Deer Park. T’was the night of her twentieth birthday. Lying on her bed. “I wish I wasn’t in high school. I’m done being bullied.” “It’s not going to get much better,” a faraway voice answered. Causing Ava to jump out of her bed and look around. She knew her mother’s voice. The voice did not belong to her. It was more like an elder woman that she had never heard before. “Ava.” “Who's there?” She could not for the life of her. Find where the voice was coming from. She did not have any technology that would cause a voice to pop out of nowhere. ‘So where is this voice?’ An elderly sounding woman sighed, “Oh Ava. We haven’t talked since you were eight years old.” Making Ava’s brain to work overdrive. ‘Eight?’ Then she remembered a time. Back when she was living in the countryside. Just twelve miles south of Colville, Washington. “Grandmother Willow?” “Yes, child.” “

Ava found herself in her high school’s breakfast room. Where she was meeting up with a few people that she enjoys talking to in the morning. When she sat down in one of the cold hard chairs. She felt the weight of the world coming down on her. “Ava, did you get any sleep last night,” asked one of the girls in the group. “You don’t look so well.” A huff escaped Ava’s lips, “I’m alright. I just had a strange dream.” She knew not to tell anyone about her gift; not many people would understand. ‘Most people were right about me. I am a freak.’ “Oh, come on, Ava. You can tell me.” “No Mavis,” Ava shook her head. Trying to get her point across to the other girl. “It’ll be alright.” A sigh left her closed lips, making it more of a muffled sound. “It's not the first time I was faced with it.”“When did it started?” Ava almost wanted to yell at her young friend. Hoping that it would prevent her from knowing what she was. Just before she was about to do so. Ava saw a spirit

“ ... Thank God... for unanswered prayers ..." Ava Miller awoke, glaring at her radio alarm clock. As she sat up, she grabbed her head. Hissing as she laid back down. “What did Azrael give me?” “Whatever it was,” stated a sharp sounding voice. “I don’t think it was enough.” Ava opened her eyes to look at the spirit in her room; sighing, “What did I do that got you to be like this?” Grandmother Willow glared, “Oh I don’t know? Leaving the house knowing that there are creatures of the night that could kill you.” Her eyes scanned towards the bite that was visible on Ava’s neck. “On other thoughts, you’re lucky to be alive.” The young woman on the bed glanced towards the clock and groaned. “Great, Dustin will be here in ten minutes, and I’m not even dressed yet.” “You should call in sick today. You don’t have the energy to go through your learning.” “I know that you have a good point,” stated Ava with worry in her voice. She crawled out of bed and turned her radio off.

Azrael was in his cave, sharpening his weapons that he had stored. He had many things on his mind when he saw a glowing dull white light come into his cave. Causing him to turn and saw that it was the spirit of an elder Native American woman. The one that he knew was teaching Ava Miller the way of Spirit Walking. “What can I help you with?” The elder woman glared at the figure before her, who she knew to be a pile of walking bones. “For starters, I want you to follow Ava.” “You know I can’t do that,” he waved a hand over his body. “People of this time would either run from me or open their arms in an embrace.” “Something happened tonight!” Willow saw that she had gotten Azrael’s attention, she went on. “A dark smokey figure came into her room tonight. Declaring that she was HIS! Now PLEASE tell ME, this ISN’T TRUE!” He glanced down at his weapon within his hand. Which he had stopped cleaning, but he could not find it in himself to look at the woman before him. “Sadly,

The next morning, Ava found herself awake before her alarm clock. She crawled out of bed and ripped the sheet off before heading into the bathroom. Where she threw them in a laundry basket, along with her night clothes. She jumped into the hot shower, allowing muscles to relax under the intense force of the water. “Glad to know that last night wasn’t a dream,” she grumbled out as she reached for the soap to lather herself with. Once cleaned she stepped out and dried herself, hearing her alarm clock going off, with another country song. “... Please... Don’t take the girl...” She took a deep breath before making her way to the radio clock and turned it off. Before turning towards her closet and deciding on her clothes. Ava found a pair of blue jeans, a gray sweater, and a blue vest and got dressed. “You looked like you didn’t sleep well.” Ava grumbled when she heard Willow. “Sorry,” Ava gruffed out. “I had a visitor last night.” “Good thing I decided to go for a walk, th