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This is part of an ongoing story called Daniel’s Legacy: Dan’s Story. You can find the complete tale at the top of the page under Fiction, or click here if you want to cheat.
Dan walked outside and glanced up at the first of the moons as it rose in the sky. He knew he had to find the killer of Dahlia’s father. He asked him to after death. It was not often the dead spoke to him, but when they did, it resulted in life changing consequences, and that terrified him now.
He looked up at the moon as the second, larger moon rose on its dark orbit, casting the first in shadows. It did not matter how many times Dan witnessed this, it still amazed him. Shaking his head, he brought himself back to the moment at hand.
His trip to the hall of records uncovered no clues, so now he needed to trawl the archives for murders like this across the planet. He started walking without thinking. The image of Dahlia’s father turning to him after death gave him nightmares, and he kept finding himself dragged back to that moment.
How could he? He needed some clue.
A Serial killer maybe as Sianne said?
Maybe a Vakarian framing a human?
“By the Gods!” he exclaimed and stopped as he remembered the hand held something. He turned around, and a fist was the last thing he saw.