With the awaking of the four she then must convince them too help in the fight against the demon and gain the freedom of the trapped souls of her township. This turns out to be even harder since three of them are related and have grudges against the other. The tree in this picture symbolizes the fourth pilot's resting place. He is the eldest and can be considered like the Red Baron. He appears as a silent skeletal reaper like visage that flies an old world war one bi-plane that can kick some serious spectral butt.
I liked this story when I first wrote it as a twelve year old. It has been sitting somewhere in a file under years of bills and receipts. Since it was one of my first stories it tends to hold a special place in my heart and I thought I would revive it as my Web-Site/Blog/Portfolio.
I've always been fascinated with what we all have to face in life at the end and my Heroine is a plucky world war two grandmother of three who gets to be gorgeous again as she was in youthful life. A prize fighter and a good mom she represented an age of women's independence and bravery. I like her and would like to follow up on her story and the four pilots she has to coral into being the heroes they are. She is also the great grandmother of character who would star in her own novel that sits in the same box of notes and art under my desk. Perhaps we can get to them once we establish ourselves. We'll see...
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