BEADMAIL NO. 1

For untold centuries, Bunny Reaper did his job, unseen in the shadows of a sunny day, moving silently in the night's mist, to swing his razor scythe and reap the mortal souls of all creatures – field and forest. Nature can be cruel. Predators need to eat. Bunny Reaper has stayed very busy collecting vaporous spirits from their deceased remains throughout the animal kingdom. His timing is perfect. He can snatch the soul of a mouse or rabbit the very instant the talons of an owl or eagle claimed their lunch or collect the essence of a tiny insect from the outstretched tongue of a bullfrog. Bunny Reaper fancied himself better than his human counterpart. How did it start? How did the order of the Bunny Reaper begin? For as long as we can remember, he had always worn this hooded robe and carried his scythe of eternal harvest. The cycle of Life, Death, and Rebirth could not function without his faithful service. But someone wanted to cheat the inevitable reaping, and these mystical, magical