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The Gift
Daniel's Storyline, Chapter 7.3
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The Dog had a point, but I still felt like I needed to help.  "What happens when-- when Emmett... passes?"

Shrugging, the Spirit continued on.  "No idea... I got no more answers about th' afterlife than anyone else.  That's a question for a preacher, not a Spirit."

He obviously didn't get what I was asking. "No... I mean... for you.  What happens for you when Emmett goes?  Do-- I... uh... do you have some place to go?  Is there someone you can--"

He came to a halt again and turned to face me with an expression that was impossible to read, and not just because of his jowls.  With as much certainty and direct openness as any of his other answers, he simply said "I'll die too."

Some part of me deep inside had already figured that out, but it was something else entirely to hear it spoken. I wanted to say something, but I knew that it wasn't my place to interfere. I stayed where I was, feeling uncomfortable at the silence. Bart made it easy, offering just a nod of his head in farewell, and continued on alone.

The busses were still running at that hour and it was a long way back to my place so I took a seat on the bench at the edge of the park.  I checked my watch and saw that I had at least twenty minutes to wait; the thought of sitting alone with my thoughts as my own company really didn't appeal to me... especially not after what I'd gone through that night.  Unfortunately, the only other option would have been to walk home and that prospect was even more undesirable: in addition to still being a victim of my brain in overload, I'd also have to hike dozens of blocks across town and that much physical activity didn't sound like fun.

So, there I was, sitting on the park bench, stuck in my own head.  Somewhere ahead of me a few blocks over Kon had disappeared and somewhere behind me a man and his companion Spirit were dying.  Considering that, it felt like the night should have felt more significant or special or exceptional an I couldn't help but wonder why it felt so normal?  Thousands of people in the neighborhood would continue their life as if nothing had happened and they'd never realize that anything had.  Kon would be forgotten, and even Emmett was as easily ignored as any name showing up in the obituaries.

A voice spoke up from beside me, faint, but still distinct in how easily I'd recognized it. "Life isn't always fair, is it?"

I jumped, quickly recoiling from Kon.  Raising my hands defensively, I paused once I realized that the only presence there was a faint, ghostly outline of a normal, every day four legged fox looking up at me with eyes glimmering with spectral Blue light.  His single tail folded around to cover his paws.  When he saw that I wasn't about to respond, he added "That's what you were thinking about, wasn't it?  No matter how bad it gets for any of us individually life still goes on."

The voice, I realized, didn't come from the fox, instead, it echoed in my head like someone talking into a tin can connected by string to another.  The fact that he was there in any sense was a surprise and it took a minute for me to put a sentence together. "Kon... you're still here?"

The fox laid down on the bench, resting his muzzle down on his forelegs and his tail. "In a manner of speaking.  My time is done, and I am using the last of my Spirit Energy to manifest now."

My brain still hadn't kick-started; I had a ton of questions I wanted to ask, but only the most important snuck through the mental block. "You're... not here to hurt me... are you?"

Raising his head, the four legged Kon cocked his head to the side, his eyes squinting up in an anime grin as he smiled. "No, Daniel... I do not want to hurt you... I never did... I was just angry.  Angry at the world and angry at myself.  You were just an unfortunate casualty of that, and I am truly, deeply sorry."

As I stood there and Kon didn't try to kill me my brain slowly popped out of neutral and before long I was able to actually think.  Following that, a more important question came to mind. "What did that paper thing do?"

His smile disappeared. "We are no longer connected.  When I gave you The Gift it opened a pathway between us that would allow me to draw as much Spirit Energy from you as I wanted... even enough to kill you if I desired.  At the time, I had considered it the most likely end to our association, but, looking back, I am glad that it has ended this way."

The frank honesty and openness that he explained the situation didn't help me feel much better, and I had to double check. "You... were going to eat my soul or something?"

His whiskers drooped slightly and he looked away. "That is not quite right, but it is close enough.  Yes, Daniel... when we first met all I wanted was to hurt everyone and everything... but, that is different now.  I am done being angry, and I am done hurting.  I am almost ready to rest."

Something about his statement made me pause. "...almost?"

His gaze returned to me. "Unfinished business.  You see... when I gave you Spirit Sight, it connected us and, now that I am fading and you are shielded from my influence; when I am gone, you will lose The Gift."

His final statement echoed in my ears and whipped up my thoughts into a tornado. "I... won't be able to see Spirits anymore?"

Whether my expression or the tone of my voice gave it away, Kon was obviously able to tell that I was worried at the prospect, which was an understatement.  Since Spirits had entered my life things had become crazy, that much was true, but the thought of living the rest of my life without them was like having to switch to a black and white TV after being introduced to the wonderful world of color-- there had to be SOMETHING I could do.

As if reading my thoughts, Kon smiled again.  "There is something you can do."

"What?"

He slowly stood, and stretched out his forelegs by crouching down and sticking his butt into the air.  He then stretched his hind legs by leaning forward with his weight on his forelegs, and only then did he elaborate. "When a Human dies and their soul leaves their body they leave behind a great amount of Spirit Energy... many Spirits seek out dead and dying Humans in an attempt to collect it for use.  What Humans don't know is that this works the same for Spirits and, if a Human is present when a Spirit fades, they may be able to harvest it for their own use."

I wasn't sure if I was hearing what I thought I was hearing, so I repeated it back in my own words. "I can take your energy so I can keep The Gift?"

Kon padded past me, pausing only long enough to rub up against my leg, almost like a cat; he didn't actually touch me, but the gesture was the same.  "You could, yes... or empower your creativity and do something with your life.  You could use it to save an ailing Spirit, or gift yourself with bountiful luck... you could even use it as a parting gift to thank the Spirits who helped you learn that there's more to life than living.  It isn't my place to tell you that you need to keep The Gift... I just want to make amends."

"...amends?"

Kon turned around and sat down on the sidewalk, looking back at me as a whitish-Blue light began to eclipse him. "I am not an evil Spirit, Daniel... but I've had evil done to me, and somewhere along the way I forgot that there is good in the world too.  In your own way, you helped free me from that... and we had some fun along the way."

The light had grown so bright at that point that I could barely make out the Spirit's outline.  It was so indistinct, in fact, that it almost looked like there was a second figure present... a fox and the silhouette of human woman.  The light got even brighter and I was sure I heard the disembodied voice of a girl speak in Japanese.  As he faded from view, Kon's voice responded; it sounded tired, but content... happy even.  Whatever he'd said ended up drowned out by the jarring honk of a loud horn.

Blinking my eyes twice I saw that I was standing in the street and the bus had stopped in front of me, headlights right in my face.  I quickly stepped back onto the sidewalk, shaking all over from the strange waking dream.  The embarrassment of almost getting hit by a bus overtook that initial discomfort and I was left wondering why I'd been standing in the street in the first place. 

Everything that had happened that night faded as if I were forgetting a dream... right until I stuffed my hands into my jean pockets and the right one encountered something other than my wallet.  Pulling my hand back out I saw that I held a small, slightly charred wooden sculpture of a Fox.  I realized right away that is wasn't real... it was made of Spirit, and only then did my memories of everyone and everything come crashing back down.

I could feel the power strumming through the Spirit matter, but I knew that, regardless of how much power it held, it wasn't infinite.  Kon had said that there were many things I could do with it, but how could I choose just one?  Climbing onto the bus, I could tell that the substance that made up the carving was already starting to fade.  Purchasing a ticket, I went to the very back and sat down, looking at the carving.

Although I didn't really know what it did there was some kind of natural understanding as to how I could make it work.  Closing my eyes, I leaned forward, holding it with both hands in front of my lips, and I--