The Cloaked Fishermen

Well, Today we went out to dinner for grandmother's birthday, to a Japanese restaurant, one of those really cool ones where they cook the food right in front of you, lighting it on fire and everything. (Yay propane!) the person juggled the rice and chicken etc. and it was quite the spectacle. Murdoc, the youngest child in the family was quite amused by it all, especially when the fire burst out. Last time I went to that kind of restaurant was when I was ten, and I'm twenty one now and I still remember it quite vividly, similar experience, but the restaurant from before had a fishpond. Anyway, that's enough of my rambling, onto today's story!

The Cloaked Fishermen

          Along the river the cloaked fishermen dropped their hooks into the never ending river. They reeled in their bait quickly taking a quick glance. The gray cloaked fishermen sat in groups of fours, talking meaningless gossip while they looked over who they hooked up from the river. Their hooks pulled up souls from the river and from only a simple a glance the fishermen could tell whether it was time for the soul to be taken from the river or thrown back in. Their requirements wouldn't make sense to the ones in the river, it wasn't age, beauty, wealth or power, there was no magic method to change the mind of one of the cloaked fishermen either. But they had their method, no matter how cruel, it was how it was and the ones in the river had to deal with the hooks as they went into the river and pulled them out.