"He went in search of you. To the land of the dead," answered Barron in a very grave tone, "Where were you? You didn't wake up for nearly twenty-four hours. We thought you wandered off to the land of the dead because you usually do it in your sleep not to forget you were covered in blood yesterday," said Barron folding his hands and looking at Belle.
Yesterday? She had been sleeping for far too long and had just woken up to find out that Lucas had gone to a place he was not supposed to go, that he had not been to for many years now.
"Well you are here and he thinks you are there."
Belle pursed her lips and then said, "Someone needs to go the land of the dead," someone had to let Lucas know she was here so that he wouldn't keep searching for her while getting attacked by the death reapers.
"I am not going there! Living here is already difficult, going there is like suicide to a reaper like me," Barron was not pleased with the way things had turned out to be.
"I will go there," Belle proposed that had Barron whip his rabbit head at her.
"You are not going there. Do you understand the balance of nature when it comes to living and dead? The more a soul tends to stay in one realm, the more is the probability of the person becoming a part of it. The more we Grims spend here, the more will start showing up emotions."
"Isn't that good?" on Belle's question the rabbit shook his head.
"It would be erasing the existence we have. We don't belong to this realm, Belle. Take it like this, the more we are here, the lesser we are there in the land of the dead and we might lose the powers there and die here with nowhere to go," said Barron that had Belle look at him worried.
Lucas and Barron were not supposed to be here.
"The more you keep wandering in the land of the dead and along with your already half soul present, you will be a certified dead person and your vessel will find it hard to keep your soul inside," Barron explained to her.
"You don't expect Lucas to be there searching for me until he finds me, do you?" Belle asked him and went to the cupboard to pull out a thick coat and wore it.
"Excuse me! Where are you going?" Barron asked coming to the edge of the bed and standing with his two legs.
"You won't allow me to go, you won't go yourself. I cannot sit here idly waiting for Lucas to realize."
"He is a Grim reaper, he will eventually realize," said Barron raising his hands together which fell back to his side, "Probably once the other reapers catch him, he will get to know. Why were you even sleeping for so long?"
It was because of her that Lucas was in the land of the dead now, "I don't know," answered Belle. This was no time to wait and she touched both her palms together and moved her hands to see the portal open for her that moved in a circle of black smoke.
Barron couldn't stop the look of shock that didn't come to appear on his face, "Where did you learn to do that?"
Turning around she asked him, "Can you still use your scythe?"
"Of course," Barron struggled to get his hand this back and pulled the long scythe. As the scythe touched the ceiling of the room, Barron got down from the bed, "Who do you think I am? I am Barron, the Fourth card of the Grims."
"That's good. I will see you on the other side, Sir," said Belle before stepped inside the portal that had been created.
"WAIT! WAIT!" Barron yelled but Belle had disappeared in the portal which was turning smaller and smaller as seconds started to pa.s.s by. Barron turned to look at the door which was locked and then shook his head before jumping into the portal that closed behind him, leaving the room quiet.
Belle stepped down on the ground and she looked around to see where she was. There were tombstones surrounding her she saw the way the ground here too was covered in smoke leaving only a peek of the ground.
"You are a very rash girl! If Lucas finds out that you came here when in actuality he was here to bring you back, he is going to be so mad and this time I am not going to be covered and rolled or washed in soap!" came Barron's voice as he walked towards her and looked where they were, "Oh, a cemetery!" he said in joy.
"Do you know where we are now?" she asked Barron.
Barron sniffed the air, "Somewhere Lucas didn't happen to walk," he continued to sniff the air around, "I have really good nose. You know reapers can smell."
"I have noticed that," Belle murmured to him. The last time she was here, the death reaper had followed her, trying to take her to the gates.
"Now walk carefully and quickly. If words were to go around that there's me and you here together. Not to forget Lucas, everything is going to set loose by the Hawverts," they stepped away from the cemetery and Belle finally came to question.
"I noticed the buildings to be the same as the living. Some broken, some still alright," she whispered to him.
"You might have already heard how this place is a reflection of the land of the living," said the rabbit walking in front of her as it led the way, "The more bad things happen at a place, the more ruined and broken it looks here."
