LANCE
I gaped at the figure. He's bowing to me. That should mean he was calling my name. But my name is Lance, not Lancelot.
"Who's Lancelot?" The shadow back away in surprise. Then let out a sound between a chortle and a sneer.
"You are." He turned, a body part – I think his arm separated from his body and gestured towards the clearing, covered in the veil of mist, a single curve opening formed at the center.
"Sam… was it? He's in there." I stared at the portal he's gesturing. "You should hurry. He's about to cross the First Gate." I looked over him. From a waist down he's an apparition. No feet, no legs, nothing. He doesn't have hands sticking out of his robe like cover.
If it weren't for the glowing of his eyes, I would suspect this guy don't have a face. The dead grass on my feet crunch as I take a step backward. Determine to put some distance between us.
"What are you?"
"I'm a Soul Keeper." Was there such a thing?