Gods and goddesses roamed the earth for millenia.

Some hold that they still do.

Two babes were born in the King's Forest, hunted by the King's soldiers and two Duke's armies. Life there was protected - and as pleasant as living among wild animals with only your father could be.

For their mother died in childbirth, and became a spirit-guide for that forest, keeping the land, plants, and animals in balance. Meanwhile, she helped her mortal husband raise them to fine teenagers.

And those girl's father befriended a King.

Soon after that, they were to start more training - among humans.

Too soon, this resulted in their passage from this life. But not into Death, rather they became spirit-guides like their mother.

And some say they are destined to save this world and our universe.

This is the whole of their origin story...

Collection containing:

Two Ghost's Salvation, Book One - Sal's Tale

Two Ghost's Salvation, Book Two - Jude's Tale

Plus three other selections.

Exerpt:

We were both born as twins. But as you can see, it was never identical. Jude had black hair and I had blond. And our Da told us that we were more alike than not, otherwise. We liked to drink our milk and smile and gurgle. And neither of us cried much.

But we didn't know our Ma much, well not at first. She caught a fever a few days after we were born and died soon after. Da was upset by this, but he often told us that our smiles and gurgles took all the pain away. That, and when he went out to hunt that night, he found a white and black spotted milk goat who had wandered off into the woods and was following him around as he tried to hunt. Her udders were full, and looked tight and painful to Da. So he took the goat home to us, so we could have some milk until he could find where she had wandered off from.

It was that night where we saw our Ma again. She was smiling at us, and we smiled back. Da couldn't see her, so he didn't understand why we were so happy. But with full bellies, we went to sleep and Da milked the rest from that goat and put the milk into skins to make into cheese. Then he tethered the goat right outside the hut to graze.

He never did find out who that goat belonged to. No farm around us was missing any. And we had that goat until we could eat solid food, Da said. And then it wandered off again one day. But it wasn't the last time both tame and wild life around our cabin would take care of us.

We grew like sprouts, Da told us. Soon we were walking and getting into trouble. When he went off to hunt food for us to eat, he soon devised a system of tying us to opposite corners of the cabin, just long enough to not get us tangled with each other or anything else. Everything up and out of our reach, and secured so it couldn't fall on us.

What he didn't know is that the mice and birds would come to entertain us while he was gone. We would hear symphonies by the birds, and watch balancing and tumbling acts by the mice. And we knew Da was close when they would combine the most dramatic action with the trilling accompaniment of the birds. And when the door opened, the birds and mice would vanish, leaving us smiling and clapping just as Da opened the door with some game he had caught.

In those days, the land wasn't owned by people, it was all property of the King or Queen or Prince, depending on who was in power when. And where the land was deeded to a local count or baron, the property title could be withdrawn at any time.

And the people went with the land.

Love forced exceptions, though...

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