Spirit bound

This was the end I knew that already. My breathing became heavier I found myself
sweating off my skin almost. I heard my foot steps slowing. I knew that I would have to
succumb to the end of my life. As I ran from my killer I thought why and who would try
to kill me. I had never been the one to socialize in parties or banquets. I was what in my
days called painfully shy. It registered me exactly I never found boys cute. They almost
seemed to scare me more than the girls who I was supposed to socialize with. I pondered
on that note when I felt gravity take me down. I rolled down a hill. I felt my leg snap and
my head bang right against a sheer, hard rock. I almost lost consciences this was too
much for one person to take. I felt my body slow and then I stopped completely. My ribs
seemed to be fractured because every time I took a breathe it hurt. I laid there thinking of
my mother. I would soon enough be united with her.
No more pain, blood, misery, sadness and no more of my putrid father. I heard footsteps
the same very footsteps I heard as my father came toward me to beat the hell out of me.
The same heavy footsteps that sounded when my father arrived drunk, the same heavy
vibrations that thundered above me as my father paced. But oddly enough the footsteps
did not comfort me. I knew they never would, they signaled that my father was about to
kill me. I felt his breath against his my neck. Was he going to kiss me? If he did I would
hope he never get through the gateway to heaven. “I’m sorry baby. You have to die you
are not what I want or need.” He muttered. I felt his heat he was too close for my liking. I
couldn’t move but at the temperature it was now I would die of hypothermia like this. I
then felt some thing cold touch my neck. Then a tingling feeling spread from the back of
my neck to my forehead.
I felt wet warmness as it seeped down my neck to my back. I felt my father stabbing
along my neck and back and laughing like the drunken fool he was. I knew this was
happening my screams seemed to make it more realistic. Still this all felt like a dream, a
dream that would haunt me for the rest of my life, but then there was no more pain, I
couldn’t see or hear anything.
I felt oxygen fill my lungs, there was more pain as I took deep breathes of this new
wonderful oxygen. It tasted sweet but with almost a garden spice hint to it. I sighed I
made to where ever dead people were supposed to go and be placed.
Then a light shined above me as well as a ferocious heat burned my cheek. I jumped up
scared out of my wits at the flames under me. I looked up to the golden light, there were
gateways they looked to made of solid gold in its purest form. I was amazed at the beauty
of heaven, there was the sweetest fragrance coming from the wind that blew. I watched
until I saw the gates open, I was terrified I was going to be placed wasn’t I Hell or
Heaven.
But there in the gateway was not God or Jesus but my mother laughing in happiness. I
was about to wave when a man walked up behind her as well as a young girl.
I put my hand down they didn’t seem to notice me they kept on looking happy and soon
enough left the gateway closed and Hell remained. I felt fury raging in my veins; I felt
anger and grief sadness and pain. The pain was back but it was not physical but mental.
 She had left earth and found two new people to make her happy. I bet she didn’t
remember my name. I know she didn’t love me any more I was a person who caused her
pain and pain was not allowed in Heaven.
I looked down loathing her to see people clawing at my feet. I didn’t hear when the
judges arrived but they were there all right. I looked up pain still on my face one of the
judges flinched as I looked up. One just looked at me with a thoughtful expression the
other grinned at the pain on my face as though it was the most work of art on the planet.
“Choose where you belong.” One said. I flinched. His voice boomed and seemed to cross
e universe. “I do not understand what you ask of me.” I said. “You choose were you
belonging.” He repeated. Then it dawned on me he was the almighty God.
The God I prayed to when my Father beat me and when I felt there was no hope left in
my life. I felt gratitude and shame I knew that I was not worthy to walk on the ground he
smiled upon. He was just shadowy image of a human but I felt like he was human.
The women in the middle she seemed to glow but not as bright as the Lord. She smiled
at me she wanted to me. Well so did the devil and I was not going to burn in the depths of
Hell. “May I ask who the woman in the middle is?” I whispered. I stared at her hoping
my face showed curiosity. “My name is not important none the less is yours. I control the
earth my name is Mother Nature. You can remain on Earth but as a spirit.” She said.
I didn’t ask for the last person because I thought I would be sick if he explained about
Hell. “I think I would like to remain on Earth.” I whispered. I still didn’t get it they were
supposed to choose my fate. I mean I have lied and tried to get people to forgive me. But
I have done wrong but I wanted to remain on Earth and try to fix things. “Okay but trust
me this will be your life over again. But as an immortal.” Mother Nature said smiling at
me.
I felt my body shimmer and then I was gone.
“Do you think she is the chosen one to release the spirits and to make there gifts help the
Earth. Even stop the destruction of the Earth.” God said smiling. “Yes because I watched
her when she was young. When she was young she could persuade anything or anybody
to see her way.” Mother Nature said smiling also. They watched as I Elizabeth Jane Lion
floated down to Earth.

Chapter 1: the second Death

I floated back down to earth thinking of everything. Some spirits who were unconscious
floated past me they were still like they were when they died. I looked down on Earth
smiling this would be my chance to stop being this ugly shy person who was afraid of
nearly anything that moved and to stop all the horrible things. I was back on Earth and
soon I floated on to a tree and sat there sighing. I looked down and tried not to cry. No
time had passed in my absence my Father was still stabbing me. He was still the crazy
drunk and I felt anger that would have burned up my flesh if I was still alive. I bent down
from the tree and grabbed the knife.
This surprised both of us, as a spirit I expected my hand to go through it. I marveled at
the crazy idea of spirits being able to touch things when I remembered my father staring
at the floating knife. All the hatred things that he had done to me I wanted to get back at
him I was going to get back at this crazy fool. I raised the knife about to strike when my
father flinched and curled in to a ball whimpering and praying. I couldn’t do that, I
couldn’t kill my Father.
He was alive and I was dead I couldn’t kill him. I sighed and dropped the knife and he
heard the clink and looked up. I felt my self become visible and my father stare at me.
“You didn’t kill me, why?” He asked. “Because I am not a killer. You may have taken
my life away but I refuse to become a monster like you.” I spit at his ugly plump face. He
stared at me frightened by the person who he frightened before. I smirked. He would die
soon and it would lift the heavy weight off my shoulders. I stared down and left him there
to let fear leave him paralyzed. I was not a monster I was free of his hatred and his pain
he released on me. I felt free there was no end to the pain I would have to deal with when
I came across him again. I took a deep breathe and breathed in my surroundings. I looked
down and saw that I wore the same outfit I had worn to my death. I needed to clean the
blood off. I was of course going to my funeral so I wanted to look presentable. I walked
through the familiar twisty roads that would leave me to freedom when I was alive. I
sighed, I wondered why I felt exhausted, maybe spirits ha to sleep and eat just like when
they were alive. I then sat down I needed to rest. I sat there and watched the sun go down
and the moon slowly appear. I now smiled at myself, I had not even twitched I had new
patience.
If I was human some ‘thing’ would have popped up and made me leave this peaceful
place. Now that it was later in the day I became aware of the glow that came from well
me. Okay so I was freaking out. That was something I had kept from my human life. My
panic well that would come in handy, I looked down and saw a small little pond, it was
the one I use to play in when I was three years old. I laughed at the old memory and then
I got sad because those were the days when my father wasn’t a cheap drunk fool. I slowly
walked down in to the water that would supposedly clean the dirt and blood of my skinny
figure. I nearly yelped at the temperature, I had expected the water to pass through me.
Well so much for those stupid superstitions that the priest at the church had looked up or
made up. I slowly took off the clothes I wore and sat down in to the water and sunk my
head below and felt water enter my lungs. I didn’t choke me like I had guessed it actually
caused me a great deal of calming down. I put my clothes under the water and scrubbed
them with this little brush I kept under the water when I made my attempts to escape the
living Hell I lived in. I scrubbed hard and watched the stains easily remove from my thin
clothes. Then I looked down at my body, it wasn’t clean it had many scars that brought
tears to my eyes.
Well not really because well I was under water so did tears really exist in this fabulous
kingdom? I shook my head afraid to laugh at the silly little inquiry I had answered. I
scrubbed my body and hair calm hoping this peace would remain forever. I stood up and
hiccupped, note to self don’t abruptly stand up in water after breathing water. I looked at
the water still remain on my shoulders. They glowed with the rest of my body; I sat down
in a little pocket of a tree. I closed my eyes and listened to the night sounds and sighed
when I heard no footsteps. I waited for the sunrise so my body and clothes would soon
dry. I smiled as I remembered as Carly Jane coming up to me and yelling that spirits
came to her bedroom and told her stories. Carly Jane was my little sister she said spirits
came and went. I then waited for the sun to rise again; I couldn’t take anymore pain as it
is dying and every thing. I remembered my sister’s death she had died from a seizure.
Neither I nor the doctors in my town knew what a seizure was but with it being the
1200’s you really couldn’t count on science. I stretched my body and not a single drop
remained on me. I needed help and if I was going to find my funeral site I needed to
figure out where my funeral site was. I stood up curious of my surroundings, I looked
down to see my clothes, ragged and torn. I quickly put my clothes on and my stockings
on with my boots. I looked around there must be a way to see were I was. I sighed; it was
time just to go with my gut which told me ‘run fool run like the wind’. I took to the
advice and ran for my life.
I ran until everything erased from my mind. That was much better than having to think
of the past events. I laughed at how fun this was. I didn’t get tired anymore that was a
great advantage to being dead. I smiled and urged my legs to move faster. This was so
great I could do this forever and never take another thought. As I ran I saw a couple
walking through the woods. Okay I know that I was running in the woods and all but I’m
dead I have a good excuse. There was no danger to me I hope. I couldn’t slow and I
supposed that I would ram into the couple. Idiots, who in this time of daylight would take
a walk, Instead of what I suspected I flew right through them and felt the most peculiar
feeling. The young mans name was Thomas James he had just married his wife, Kali;
they had risen to take a walk to see the love cove. I passed through him and we both were
utterly confused about that. I looked at him confused and reached toward him. When our
skin made contact I read through all his memories then there were dark and made me
want to cry out in pain they were evil they showed a horrible childhood his mother left
his father was dead. Then I lost contact he was on the ground sobbing in agony. His wife
bent down trying to comfort this sobbing weak man. I felt sorry for him he had to go
through those memories twice.
I slowly rapped those memories in the darkest part in his mind. They were never to be
taken from Thomas James head again.
I stared at him scared what had I done there was no pain to me but this innocent young
man. I looked at him feeling tears fill my eyes in wonder I touched my eyes. Did spirits
cry? I would find out one day because I had forever and ever to solve the mysteries of my
new life. I turned to leave and walked away a sick feeling rapped around me. Was I
dangerous? I wish and hope I was not what if I couldn’t control myself and do what I did
to Thomas James. Was I a walking time bomb if I got angry or curious? I sat down scared
of myself. I sighed, thinking of how this might become a problem if I didn’t learn self
control. I turned my head and my eye caught something in the sunlight. I tried to stay still
but curiosity raged inside of me to see what it was. I stood up my willpower crumbling
and I leaned down to pick it up. As soon as my fingers closed over the small object a
tortured scream arose from my mouth. I saw pictures of my life I had rapped in to the
darkest void of my mind. They scared me and they caused me great pain. Darkness soon
rapped my eyes so there was no light I saw my mother dying my sister dying and me
being beaten by father.
Those memories escaped my mind and they pounded against the protective wall in my
head trying to escape back in to the world they were brought into. I slowly felt my body
freezing the locket was freezing my body. I tried to feel my hand and felt my frozen
fingers release there grasp on the locket. I felt the locket from my hands. I awoke with the
pink sky above me pink clouds swirled around effortlessly in there ballroom. I wish I had
not picked up that stupid locket in the first place. I tried to sit up to fall back to the
ground sick and dizzy. Would I get better soon for I did not want to die a second time? I
clamped down hard on my mouth so if I were to get sick on the floor of the forest it
would be accident. I slowly waited for my body to reheat itself. I was so cold and before I
had felt perfectly warm so this was not normal. As soon as my body wasn’t as cold I
stood up quickly. There was a slight ringing but other than that I felt perfectly fine. I
needed to get out of here but the locket may come in handy. I smiled evilly for the first
time ever I had thought of an evil thought this was going to be fun.
-___________

I was totally lost in my own town which is very weird since I had excellent memory. Oh
wait Demise road how I could have missed that. Oh yeah to recap on what has happened
so far I am dead and I just found my funeral home.
See nothing to it this explaining stuff. Ok all I need to do is somehow get past the gates.
When ever got near humans I sometimes became visible which really spoiled my plan of
sneaking in invisible. Ok I need to convince the guard to let me in. Well here we go
“Hello I am here to see my Uncle … Uncle.
Well this part of the plan I forgot my father name. “Yes little girl who is your uncle?”
The guard said an ugly smile started to creep on to his repulsive face. Okay plan b which
I didn’t want to resort to but hey desperate times call for desperate measures. I thrust my
hand on to his face and clicked open that little Pandora’s Box in all mans head. He was
suddenly on the ground whimpering and whining.
I felt myself smile ugh I was disgusting I wanted to be in heaven than torturing people of
now my past present and future.
I shivered because the funeral home was cold. I closed my eyes and took deep breathe
and put my instinct of invisibility in to affect. I opened my eyes and put my hand in front
of my face to see nothing but the front hallway. I sneaked down the hallway to a bunch of
rooms.
Oh great how was I supposed to find my funeral room. Ok maybe I could sense my
body. I walked past the whole row of front doors and nothing happened great that idea
wasn’t going to help me at all. Wait ugh oh my word that is just foul. A ghastly smell
came from the last room.
I opened the door trying to save the poor people from that shocking smell. I couldn’t
help gasping I mean you would have to if your father was standing red eye talking about
what a great daughter you were. I stood in the door trying to calm down and let my
instinct remain. Not a head turned as I stepped in. I walked down the isle it felt like a
dream my father actual loved me. “She was a wonderful daughter and she was always
there for me.”
My father said. I think I started to hyperventilate and I started to sweat was this man
really my father. When I was right in front of the pew I took in a large breath and walked
right behind my father. I immediately gagged the staggering smell came from my father. I
took a step back and took a deep breathe and let my instinct fall. I listened to my father
talk about me; half of the stuff was twisted. He had never in his life cared about me and
tucked me in for bed.
What a lie, he never knew when my birthday was. By the end of his speech I was
trembling with anger he made me want to torture every person in the room. I took calm
breathes but they didn’t soothe the rage. I was so mad I blanked out and before I knew it I
was searching for his darkest memories and I found them. I made them pop into his head
and made them worse than the originals.
His worst memories were my mother dying. I literally snarled at that memory. He didn’t
deserve my mother. The next me being born, I shrieked in agony. He did hate me those
looks he gave me when I was younger he believed that I was the reason of my mothers
death. I screamed again this time misery he hated me and I had loved him that revolting,
vicious, drunken fool.
I remember his thoughts cutting off and screaming lots of screaming and before I fainted,
fire, black and blue fire dancing around the people and devouring the flowers and the
people also the building.
Ow everything hurt and things smelled funny. I sat up to see burnt remains and people
like me digging in the remains of the funeral home. I had a raging headache it made every
thing blurry. The smell of smoke woke me up a bit. It also made me sway as I tried to
stand. I fell back on to the ground. I fainted and something caught hold of me and I
fought to stay awake. Who was picking me up? “Well what is this?” I heard the person
gasp. “Could this be the ancient person that God has sent us?” Whispered the person the
person sounded like a male. I felt his strong arms rap around me and towed me to
something maybe a wagon. “What is… put that poor girl down Sese” Yelped a female
voice.
“My name is not Sese my name is Masculin.” The man muttered angry now. “Put her in
the wagon she has a cut on her forehead and burns on almost every part of her body
Momma will know what to do with her.” The girl said. She actually sounded concerned.
“E`chiner we need to hurry and get supplies before the living find her.” Masculin said.
“Vous êtes un cochon et tu pue comme un bout de chèvres.” E`chiner yelled at
Masculin.
“Fine just stop insulting me.” Masculin yelled back at E`chiner. Why were they so tense
I mean there was nothing going on so far or was there?
“Run mort courir à partir de la guerre de la mort!” E`chiner yelled suddenly. I smelled
something funny it caused me to shake and tremble. The feeling made me want curl in to
a ball and sit there for centuries. Something boomed out in to the darkness,
“Stop grands imbéciles”. I understood it as Stop great fools. I felt Masculin grab me and
throw me in to the wagon. E`chiner yelled out in to the darkness which seemed to be
closing in on the small wagon, “courir les chevaux de la mort run!” I believe that meant
run horses of death run. Horses of death mean that animals could remain on earth too.
This was to overwhelming especially since using all that energy. I let darkness overcome
me.

When I woke I was in a small hut and it smelled of honey suckle and lilies. I bolted
upward and immediately regretted the action. My head slammed against a hard ceiling.
“I believe that she is awake.”
A heavy French accent spoke from the darkness. I turned to see a little tunnel leading
somewhere. I crawled out of the hole to see a nice living room. The place was warm
because of the fireplace at the far end of the room. There were odd assortments of
furniture. There was a bright yellow couch with a gray ottoman. Above the fireplace were
pictures of three children. One had to be E`chiner, she had long silver hair that was
braided. There were two boys one had spiky blonde hair with blue streaks through it, how
unusual. The last child had dark black hair with red streaks that looked like flames where
licking the sides of his head. Fire, ugh had I done that, destroyed those people, buildings,
and even my own body. I was a monster. I sat down feeling colder than ever. “Are you
okay?” said a quiet voice.
I looked up scared. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” She said in a soft voice. I pushed my self
against the wall and willed my self to become invisible. “Please don’t go I am sorry that
this is new and all but you need to learn the rules.” She said her eyes flicking back and
forth. I stood up and walked toward the hole I had crawled out of. I quickly crawled
through the hole. I lay down on the thin blue sheet. I watched the blue light come through
a small hole in the wall. I needed to escape and soon.

Chapter 2: Comfort
When I woke up the smell of bacon comforted me when everything rushed back to me. I
was dead and in an unfamiliar place. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the scent of
breakfast. My stomach had other plans and wanted food. I sighed; one bite wouldn’t hurt
would it? I stretched my stiff sore body and crawled slowly toward the light at the end of
the tunnel. I was blinded momentarily and I was face to face with s black mastiff. A
scream was building in my throat. “Ah sit down noir chien. Stop scaring the girl.” Said a
calm older female voice, the dogs startling expression changed to a sly smile. The dog
trotted away and sat down on the adobe floor, still grinning. I shivered, I felt drained and
shaky.
“Please sit down you are turning blue!” The woman said, startled. I looked at her while I
sat down. She had long silver hair braided like E`chiner. She had many wrinkles that
made her face look like a bruised flower. She had big emerald green eyes that were cat
like.
I buried my face in my knees; tears were streaming down my cheeks. I was scared I
didn’t want to be dead. I wanted to be alive and not glow or be dangerous. I contained a
sob that threatened to rip through my chest. I sniffed quietly as I could. “Is she awake?” I
slowly looked up to glare at the boy with the red streaks he had just entered through a
small hole.
He smiled at me; I glared back and looked away. “Hello my name Fire.” He said in a
quiet voice. “Are you hungry?”
Fire asked me. I didn’t answer, I couldn’t answer, and my throat was on fire. I coughed;
it hurt like a person stroking the fire to let it grow. “Momma mai-je obtenir de l'eau?”
He looked at me, “What’s your name?” He asked smiling. He turned toward his mother
and said [in English for my benefit], “May I get the girl water.” Said Fire looking at me
amazement as he poured water in to a small silver cup from a tap in the wall.
I took the cup and chugged down the water aware of Fire and his mother looking at me.
My voice shook but I answered, “Thank you.” I leaned against the cold wall. I felt
exhausted my muscles felt burned up. I opened my eyes to see E`chiner in the kitchen
smiling at me. “Hi?” I said quietly. “Hello, look she speaks.” E`chiner said smiling at me
and pointing at me. I wanted to snarl at her ‘it’s not nice to point’ but I was tired and
don’t think I have the guts to do that.
“Are you hungry? We have food.” E`chiner asked. I nodded slowly, unsure. She took my
skinny arm and sat me down at the table. She crawled quickly out of the room. I heard
scrunching like the sound of plastic against a hard surface.
 I shivered violently unsure of why. “Are you ok you’ve been shivering a lot?” She said
frowning. “Here eat this,” she pulled out an orange and an apple and something that was
in a bag labeled ‘lay it down in the sofa’. She crawled through a hole on my left. I
quickly ate the two fruit but looked at the bag. I opened the bag slowly unsure of what the
contents were. They were flat and crisp and surprisingly room temperature. I sniffed it, I
know primitive, but I was not going to be drugged and stolen or kidnapped even farther
from my city. I took a tentative bite out of it. I ate all of them, it tasted crispy and salty.

I then looked around to find a place of disposal for the peeling of the orange and the bag
of lay it down on the couches.
I shivered this time so hard that the room began to blur and flashes of a man with flames
started to creep in to the edges of my sight. “Are you ok?” A quiet voice asked from to
my right. I whirled around the shivering to a minimum. He must be Fires brother the blue
streaks in his hair signaled him off. He wore huge bifocals that flashed in the firelight. He
smiled at me, “Hello my name is Daze.” He whispered. “Would you tell me your name?”
both light blue eyes were teasing.
“My name is Elisabeth, I prefer Liz.” I said staring in to the fire frowning. I was scared
of getting lost in his eyes. They seemed to swirl like mist. “Are you ok? You are blushing
blue.” He said looking at me concerned, but not moving to assist.
“I’m fine I just feel shivery. I said quietly. He had a towel in his hand while smiling.
“You probably have fever.” He said while placing the towel on my cold forehead.
It felt nice making the tremors slow and finally subside. “Thank you.” I whispered while
stress put me to sleep. In a sweeping motion I was up in Daze’s arms.
I clutched to him afraid to fall. He kept on smiling and placed me on the table. “You’re
very light.” He said casually. While I calmed my breathing he got an apple from the
storage hole.
He munched the apple while I sat on the table, towel on my forehead. After he was done
we crawled through the hole to the living room. He went and sat on the couch, I crawled
through the hole to my little room. Once I was in my room I laid my head against a
pillow, which was added for me.
I covered my self in the deep comforter and tried to sleep, but Daze’s eyes kept creeping
back in to my mind also the man being devoured by fire with a boy next to him.
I took a deep breath and snuggled deeper in to the quilt that surrounded me. I soon fell
asleep looking straight in to those mysterious eyes. The blue scared me it held secrets that
I wanted to uncover.
Maybe near dawn, Momma came in with a hot rag and placed it on my forehead. When I
woke light swirled through the window. The glass reflected light right on to my face. I
slowly got up; movement near my feet caused me to pause. At my feet was a pair of
clothes. They were black and sleek and I slipped in to them.
I crawled out my hole and sat down on the yellow couch. The black mastiff came over
and put his massive head on to my lap. I scratched noir chien behind his ears and his foot
beat against the floor. I laughed, he was cute. I heard soft clink, clink, and clink. Noir
chien looked up, “Woof”; he skidded toward the front the door. “Woof, woof”. “Shh
you’re going to wake people up!” I whispered. Daze, Fire, and E`chiner smiling entered
in through a small hole.
 “Well look who decided to wake up.” Said Fire a grin on his thin face. I didn’t know
how to answer that. “Well Momma says you need to come with us to the underground
mines.” E`chiner said smiling at me. I nodded, underground mines? I got up and followed
them in to the kitchen. Daze lifted up a wooden door. He climbed down in to until we
couldn’t see his glow anymore.
Fire and E`chiner followed his example. Noir chien jumped down the hole. I closed my
eyes, terribly afraid of heights, and gripped the ladder until my fingers were numb. It was
wet and cold in the small hole, I climbed down quickly wanting to be reunited with Daze
and E`chiner, to tell anyone the truth Fire scared me, when I got to the bottom the
temperature had changed to freezing to pleasantly warm. E`chiner smiled and said,
“Welcome to Spirit Bound.”

Chapter 3: Spirit Bound

I gasped. It was like a normal village but more extraordinary. People were growing
flowers, blue and silver flowers burst out in numbers through the city. Gold and red
littered the floor and made the city smell of roses and lavender. There were buildings so
high that they seemed to scrape the sky.
The buildings showed all sorts of culture that kept me turning. I was going to get whip
lash sooner or later. It was so bright I had to continuously blink my eyes wouldn’t water.
There were millions of tunnels that shimmered like all the jewels in the world. Over
most of them Daze said that was where the people of Spirit Bound work.
The floor was glowing faintly not as bright as the people walking them though. “Come
with us to City Grande Hall.” Said Fire already walking forward in to the crowd.
We walked behind him. E`chiner laughed and told me my eyes were going to pop out
and remain like that if I didn’t stop gawking at stuff. I laughed with her, but who could
stop? Even Daze and E`chiner were gawking as though they had never seen it in their
lives. I watched as skeleton horses raced past me and people rode them.
People played hockey and cricket. People were singing lovely tunes and people danced
everywhere to the music. Some people were dressed in rags others were dressed in robes
of velvet.
People were feasting and food made my stomach rumble. They were eating chicken and
beef. With grapes and apples, and soups of all flavors we followed Kronos road and
walked past a peculiar farm. It looked like many other farms but there were creatures
farming other than humans.
They looked possessed they looked like cats but they stood on two feet they had a hunch
like monkeys. One seemed to smell us and it charged toward us. ‘Screeeech’ it made
the sound like it was a war cry. A fast whistling sound zipped past me and shot the
creature between the eyes. It eyes widened slightly and it said in a dead voice. “You are
not worthy.” It said looking at me. We turned to see a spirit holding a gun. He was
dressed like a hunter ready for the hunt. Daze stood in front of me and slightly looked in
to the man eyes. Causing him to step back and he looked so confused that I wanted to
quickly help him.
“Why did you do that?” E`chiner said looking at the man angrily. “It was about to…to
hurt us!” I said looking at her as though she was insane. I was going to say kill but we
already were dead so what was the point.
“Come on!” E`chiner said angrily pulling me along with Daze’s ear. Fire rolled his eyes
and followed us; he lit sparks on the hunter’s shoes. The hunter started to curse and hop
trying to kill the flame. “Ugh I hate those snobby hunters who think its fun to hunt
innocent animals!” she screeched looking angrier than I had ever seen her.
“Well E you know people aren’t always going to be as nice as you.” Fire said trying to
keep a straight face. She kept on grumbling until Daze said, “Please sis let go of me and
Elizabeth.” Daze whispered in pain as she twisted his ear. She let go and she gripped the
sides of her chest while trying to calm herself down. Daze and I both caressed our
wounds, Fire snickered. Daze slapped his head and Fire still snickered quietly. “She loves
an animal that’s why we have Noir chien.” Said Daze pointing to a snake coiling around
his neck.
“Wait wasn’t he just a dog?” I said looking confused at the small black snake that smiled
at me sheepishly. “Yeah, but you see when some animals and humans transfer to the
Spirit world they sometimes acquire a gift: for an example Fire over here well his name
speaks for itself. Daze said smiling at Fire who at the time was chewing a hangnail. “I
have the gift of confusion. I can ‘daze’ people hence the name Daze.” He said looking
deeply into my eyes. I lost concentration and forgot what we were talking about. I shook
my head to avoid the deep gaze. “Mavolent can change his shape and turn into any
animal alive or dead.
“E`chiner can communicate to animals, only dead though, we don’t know why though.”
Daze said a mischievous smile lurking on to his face. “Come on we need to hurry before
Darke arrives.” Fire said lighting his arm. We followed him until we came across a
beautiful building in a middle of a dark plain. It was like none other building I had ever
seen in the 1200’s. It was tall it seemed almost to scrape the sky. It had reflective
windows that showed the sun hidden behind peach clouds. I saw myself walking on the
dusty road and Mavolent turned in to a deer. He pranced along our side and ran straight
toward the glass windows. He pawed them and swiped at the almost mirror like shield
keeping us from seeing the people who I felt looking at us.
We entered the double doors and I gasped. It was like my teacher use to describe to us
The Queen of England’s castle. Gold carpets with gold walls chandeliers sparkled above
our heads casting rainbows on to the room. The desk was made of diamond and quartz
and skeletons were at each one waiting for a command. The hall was buzzing with people
in magnificent robes and suddenly they all seemed to pause. We continued walking but I
noticed the stares they gave me not Fire, Daze, or E`chiner.
We walked up to desk number 6 there stood erect a white skeleton with empty sockets
but with marks of nonexistent veins on his head. He took a rattling breath that scared me.
I took an immediate step back. “Oh as I forgot to mention to you our father works here,
Masculin, he saved you when the Threat came.” E`chiner said ringing the bell twice, even
though I am sure the skeleton knew we were there.
 “Good morning Mr.Kyronisth, at the current time do you know were our father is?”
E`chiner asked in a polite voice.
“Upstairs.” He answered in a rattling voice that seemed too blocked out every other
sound in the room.
“Have brought me anything, Mistress Rale?” He asked in the ringing cold voice, he could
be the Grim Reaper. “Well yes of course, why would I forget?” She said taking out of her
pocket a dark black square, it smoked and fizzed. She placed it in the wide mouth and we
watched as his mouth caught fire. I jumped and looked at E`chiner questionably. She
dragged me away from the skeleton who smiled and waved at me, I waved back
Mr.Kyronisth was a nice skeleton, or Grim Reaper? “What was that, that small square
what was that?” I asked as she pulled me toward a big mahogany door. “A death bar is a
bar that allows disabled dead to take the form of a human.” She said in a bored tone.
“Witchcraft?” I whispered under my breath. I remember witchcraft it was said that
Witches came and performed. I thought my father’s mother was a witch. We arrived at
the mahogany door and E`chiner turned the big knob shaped like a dove.
I gasped the room was beautiful. The floor was not gold theme like the main hall. It was
made from diamond and quartz. The floor gleamed and sparkled and in the middle of the
floor was a red velvet carpet with ruby for the fringes. The ceiling was stunning. From
the ceiling were stalactites that created chairs for the council. Women and guards were
situated between the door and the council. Each time we passed the people they bowed. I
supposed that they bowed to daze, Fire, and E`chiner. Since there father was apart of the
council making them to commoners like royalty?
There in the grand hall the council sat, composed of six people who all wore robes of
white velvet with gold braided into rope that tied at the middle of there robes.
Still admiring the room I loved it. My eyes then fell on a black corner were two red eyes
met mine.
There was a huge crow, I mean it was like 5feet and it looked able to carry a person. I
turned away from the crow to see the council; my eyes ran quickly over the sign of Spirit
Bound. The sign was six birds in a circle; they were all sitting on a wreath. The birds
were a dove, falcon, eagle, albatross, owl, and crow. They seemed to be talking there
eyes closed, content. For the last time. I jumped and looked toward the enormous
crow who sat grinning at me. Its dark red eyes focused on me it laughed a spine chilling
laugh that filled my ears. The dark smile and the red eyes were familiar. Something about
that bird kept reminding me of something, someone?
“Welcome to Spirit bound!” A voice interrupted my thoughts. I flinched and turned to
see a chubby man standing with his arms held wide as though to hug me. His faced was
lined but his cheeks were dangling near his chin which kind of made me wish I hadn’t
eaten anything since dawn.
“Oh I am sorry his name is Hades.” He said staring at me hungrily, as though I was a
sweet tart. I was slightly confused one by the crows name to be Hades, god of dead, and
also the hunger in his eyes the way he raked over me and licked his lips.
“Are you of descendant of Jadith Lion?” I think that was my father but I couldn’t be
sure. My father was probably Jadith so I frowned and glared at the man. I absolutely
hated my father I didn’t want to be related that son of a b-,” “Well woman speak up now
or never this is of important information that the council need to know.” He said looking
at the emotions that played across my face.
 “Um well maybe I’m not exactly sure since my last name is Lion but I don’t think, my
father’s name is Daneth.” They all sighed, “You are the Pure Warrior, and that is that, no
shush as we decided if you should live.” Well that stared me laughing. They all watched
me laughing until I looked up.
“Well please don’t KILL me that would just break me apart!” I said sarcasm leaking
between each word. They all looked insulted. “Why do you laugh at the council’s
decision.” said a tall blonde woman.
“Because for all you know it may be impossible to kill when already dead, theory it is
just theory so I can’t die!” I yelled. All the council then started to talk with each other,
shooting curious glances my way, which ticked me off.
“We have decided to ignore your rude comment and overlook your execution.” The fat
greedy man said smiling down at me, bags of fat almost covering his entire face. “I
scoffed and said quietly,” Theory that is which your empire stands on.” I whispered. His
plump fat, ugly face flushed violet and the bags of fat seemed to tremble in his anger.
“You little…” He started and then the big mahogany boomed open, there in the doorway
stood a tall lean man. Curtains of midnight black hair covered his cheekbones. He seemed
haunted in a way.
His eyes were black with a hint of red around the edges, like the legends of vampires.
“Gorthious, what is the problem?” The young man said sneaking glances at me while still
smiling at the council. “That is the problem.” He said pointing at me. I glared at him my
blue eyes freezing in to cold walls of ice.
E`chiner grabbed my arm and tugged at me, “I think that we should let them discuss in
privacy.” She said.
She grabbed my hand getting a good grip and twisting my arm causing pain. I followed
her while we walked down the long hallway. “What the heck were you thinking?”
E`chiner yelled twisting my arm even more. “Just theory, I mean do you even know if
they can kill I mean you would know with your father being apart of this ‘council’ thing.”
I said. Looking between each one of them feeling triumphant when none of them
answered. “I thought so,” I said.
“Never mind we need to take you to the university.” Said E`chiner pulling me still
behind her. “What, if you don’t mind me asking, is a university?” I asked looking at the
path we were taking which was leading us back to Spirit Bound.
“A university is a school of further education, institution of higher education, a bunch of
schools and subjects it’s kinda like grade school but harder.” Fire said. We all looked at
him in shock. “What I have got brains you know.” He said lighting his finger and holding
it above his head. Something flashed in the distance. A signal?
We then entered Spirit Bound; people were still hustling and bustling on the cobbled
streets. I looked at the Spirit Bound this time in more detail, noticing the buildings where
many people lived; also huge lots of empty yard were no houses were. Children played
there laughing happily.
There were wagons parked in front of the big houses. There were skeletal horses who
wore bright yellow ribbons which said cab. I wonder what a cab is.
Many people stopped and stared, poor women came and kissed my hands. Young men of
poor descent bowed to me. Rich people looked at me wide eyes, mouth opens, trying to
speak to me. “We’ll need to take taxi there, with all these people we’ll probably arrive on
foot near moon up.” Fire said waving to a guy in a yellow carriage. The guy jumped up
and he rolled right toward us.
“Where to Master Rale,” The man said staring right at me, when I made eye contact
with him he blushed cherry and bowed awkwardly then falling out of his cab. “I am so
sorry,” He began. “Well it’s all right just don’t do it again.” E`chiner said. “I was talking
to… never mind, yes Mistress Rale.” He said bowing to where his sharp beaklike nose
skimmed his pointy lumpy boots.
He helped all of us in and smiled continuously at me, which I returned often causing him
to blush purple or red. He raised al long whip and said, “Courez la course sketal de
cheval!” It reminded me of E`chiner yelling at her own horses. We raced down the streets
squeezing between people. We never hit a person or got stopped we then reached the
tunnels. It was a big dome like arena with tunnels everywhere in the cave. “Which route
should we take, to get to USB?” He asked “Tunnel 456 please.” E`chiner said.
“Right yes, on the way to the 456 way ma’am,” He said racing us forward into a dark
tunnel. The horse’s eyes suddenly lit a flame causing me to jump. Fire lit his thumb,
“Thank you.” I whispered. Daze suddenly shifted slightly so my head was on his
shoulder. Fire then stepped on his foot. “DA… never mind.” Daze said I took my head
off his shoulder wondering what was going on.” I stared straight ahead ignoring the
darkness all around us. Then we hit the second part of Spirit bound, it was not as big and
rich as the first part but it had beauty. There were small cottages with peasant folk all
around tending to crop or child. Some just sat on the long green grass blowing dandelions
with the wind.
Some kids were doing chores most of them were playing, the younger ones were
following there mothers. I looked at all the children a deep longing to have a child. Daze
and Fire then fidgeted even more. I turned away from the window and looked at them
with confused eyes. “What,” I asked. They both avoided my eyes, men.
After going through the country we stopped at a small bright tunnel. “This is how far I
can take you; the rest is a short mile.” He said. He smiled once again, and tipped his hat.
“Well thank you, how much will this cost?” E`chiner said. “Oh this don’t cost a thing
with royalty with the, who could charge ‘The Pure Warrior’.” He said smiling at me
again, causing Fire and Daze to glare at him.
His smile disappeared and he; left quickly only slightly nodding at Fire, Daze, and
E`chiner. He left and there we stood alone in front of a shimmering tunnel. I looked again
to Daze and Fire to see them both looking at me, lovingly. My eyes grew twice there size
and I looked away blushing blue. “Can we just go?” I said pointing toward the tunnel.
“Fine,” E`chiner said the word was hard ice cold like her eyes.
“Is something of the matter E`chiner/” I asked. She looked at me and her eyes softened a
bit, why I don’t know? “Just come on the Professor will be waiting to meet you.” She
said tugging on my arm. We entered a long crystal tunnel. It sparkled blue and purple and
lit the entire path. Daze and Fire’s eye glittered in the light oddly.
I wonder why Daze and Fire fight for me. Why does everybody treat me so different?
And why the cab guy said royalty, maybe he meant E`chiner I mean she did wear a silver
wreath. Then why didn’t Fire and daze wear one either maybe they didn’t want to be
known in public? I ‘m so confused, or that could be Daze.
I looked over at Daze and this time he wasn’t looking at me but Fire. I think that it
maybe its sibling rivalry. Carly Jane was all the time trying to be better than me.
 We must have been walking along time because, by the time I retuned to reality,
E`chiner was panting.
There in front of us was a 9 foot door made of diamond and quartz. E`chiner took out a
small gold key and unlocked the door. When the door opened I couldn’t help gasping, the
building was not like Spirit Bound at all. It was big and tall reaching up past the sky’s
limit. The front of the building was Greek, pillars of marble connected to the floor to the
sky. The other sides were just like brick buildings except with statues of what the subject
must have been.
There were thousands of people walking around talking, sparring, eating laughing
enjoying what today was. They all wore the same thing. The girls wore short black skirts,
the boy’s pants, they all wore white shirts.
On the top of the building was a 25 foot woman. She was tall thin and had long marble
hair that fell at her shoulders.
Her face was what amazed me. She looked so familiar, so peaceful, just plain beautiful.
Her cheeks shined in the silver light of the mortal sun. She had tears streaking down her
face. Hmm, it reminded me kinda of Pandora, she had a box maybe that was Pandora
they just froze her before she opened it.
But why is she crying? Curiosity killed the cat you know. I whirled around very quickly
to see who had said that. There was nothing there but students and teachers and stuff. I
looked everywhere still looking for that weird voice so calm.
I looked at E`chiner who smiled at me. We walked toward the front of the building,
Pandora getting taller and taller as we continued.
We then entered into a huge grand room, there were six decorative floors descending to a
glass plate. E`chiner led us toward a golden staircase; we traveled to the third level and
walked into a room labeled Corthinus Descur. We entered the room to a gray haired man
messing with a broken clock.
His room was confusing his room held mystery. He had charts of the stars and magic and
sorcery books, was he training to be a wizard, but then again teacher Furl said to never
trust those who use magic.
He looked up at us with dull gray eyes. His face was gnarled like the bark of an old tree,
like his room he held mystery, he emitted mystery.
When he saw us his gnarled face became even more gnarled, he smiled a toothless smile.
He stood quickly, faster than any old men I knew, and walked quickly toward us. “Hello
now children of Council what have the brought thy to tinker with?” He asked kindly his
eyes passed over E`chiner, Daze, and Fire then his eyes fell onto me. His eyes seemed to
pop from there sockets and he let out a wild hoarse screech, causing me to step onto
Fire’s foot. He bent slightly moaning, “Sorry,” I said looking down at his hot breath
making it harder to think.
Daze suddenly glared at Fire who stared confused back. “Is it she who shall save us, the
‘Pure Warrior’?” Corthinus asked, still looking at me the same, but less intense, hungry
stare. “Maybe we don’t exactly know, she doesn’t know who Jadith is.” E`chiner said
sitting on Corthinus’s desk and fiddling with his inventions.
I stood their confused by the topic of the conversation which they called me this ‘Pure
Warrior. Well some of it made since but something was muddling it all up as to make it
to where I wouldn’t freak out. I then glared at Daze who was looking at me with sparkly
blue eyes. He smiled and quickly took my hand, his hands felt like he had just dipped
them in cold water. He took me to a couch and we sat down, I sat on the edge away form
Daze, who at the time was making it hard to breathe.
Then from the corridor came a loud shout, “Wait up, Donovan. Hey ugh,” Yelled a
person. A short a boy with blackish-brown eyes burst through the door. He smiled
revealing a chipped front tooth. Then a small thin blonde child slammed into the boy
named Donovan. They started to fight; punches and kicks were thrown even though they
were on the ground, 32 seconds later they both fell apart, panting. Fire smiled and rubbed
both their heads, “Draw,” He said laughing. One, the blonde one, jumped up as though he
had been shocked. He rushed on a pair of crooked gold spectacles and two huge blue eyes
peered from behind them. He looked at me in awe and then looked over at Donovan who
was about to speak. He pushed him down hard on to the floor. Donovan grabbed him and
pushed him on the floor next to him. Donovan stood up putting his foot on the blonde one
who moaned a bit.
“Hello, I’m Donovan and this pathetic thing under me is Drawthisis we call him drew
though a lot easier to pronounce and say.” He said smiling and shaking my hand. I smiled
back. Then Drew jumped up and stuck out a small thin hand. “Hey as you already know
I’m Drew and you are?” He asked I took his hand, which was wet from whatever his last
activity had held. I tried very hard not to flinch away from his sweaty hand. He smiled
then bowed to me as well as Donovan.
I had gotten a lot of this so far that vaguely I had gotten used to it. But it was still
disturbing, I didn’t come from royalty. I looked over to E`chiner who looked angry again.
She couldn’t be jealous I mean did she see this as some kind of reward? This was a
punishment. I absolutely hated attention I mean I guess other people; normal people
would probably love attention.
I jerked away from Drew and Donovan and leaned against the wall closest to Fire, I
thought they wouldn’t dare come near big old Fire. Well Daze then looked as angry as
E`chiner. While my eyes raked over the siblings they fell again on Corthinus.
He smiled at me kindly, which I didn’t return. But still he stood there looking at me and
shaking with pleasure. “So is it true she is The Pure Warrior?” He asked still looking at
me but aiming the question to E`chiner.
I stood up looking at all of them, the emotions, the admiration was too much for me to
take I needed a quiet place to think. But I needed not to be stopped. “I’m sorry but do you
have a latrine?” I asked. “Yes ma’am, down the hall to your right.” Donovan said
opening the door for me. Well that went extremely well if they hadn’t need to use the
restroom my plan would have gone horrible. But thank the Lord my plan is already
beginning.

Chapter 4 Trust

I walked quickly down the stairs panting slightly. I ran through the open doors. I ran past
the noise the people past the obstacles keeping me from what I wanted and needed. I hit
the wide dark tunnels, I couldn’t call a cab each one had people in them already. I ran
past them, feeling fire burn my veins, it was that chemical that made me run faster then
when I was human.
 I loved this feeling the feeling that I was invincible, nothing could stop me. I ran through
the city having to stop. It amazingly it started raining, underground this went against
physics; then again I was against physics too. I sat down in an empty alley; Spirit Bound
was pretty on one side, dark and scary on the other side. I leaned against the hard cold
wall hoping sleep would come, tomorrow, I would return to my normal life and maybe
just haunt a few people mourn, normal ghost stuff. How to get out from Spirit Bound that
was the big task, I think that I’m under ground, but then the rain I couldn’t rain under
ground.
I fell asleep and kept waking up constantly, by the morning hours I was exhausted and I
didn’t notice that something small and warm was cuddling me. I nearly jumped fifty feet
in the air once it yawned. I was literally clinging to the wall when the small black lump
opened to big golden eyes.
“Oh, a fox?” No little girl I am not a fox, I am Ragu. “You can talk, your mouth didn’t
move?” I said climbing down quietly and landing agilely on my tiptoes. The small fox
stood up and bowed to me.
“Enough with the bowing I’m not royalty you know, what my mother was the queen of
here or something?” I asked looking away from him onto the empty streets.
Yes and no
“Okay you not moving your lips is freaking me out.”
Okay want to know something little girl, I’m speaking to you with my mind
“Oh well that just makes me want to stand here and talk to you.” I said slowly backing
off from the baby fox. May I come with you? He asked trotting to my side and rubbing
me, against my leg.
“Um sure I’ll let you come but don’t cause any trouble ok?” Ok I’ll stay as quiet as I can
He said chuckling quietly leaping onto my shoulder. I emerged from the alley with Ragu.
For some reason I felt light and happy, I even started to levitate. Ragu jumped off when I
did. He smiled and jumped back on.
After a few miles we stopped to buy. When people saw me they gave me whatever I
pointed to. I had a large sack a weird hat with two points, and plenty of weird exotic fruit.
I left Spirit Bound I followed the path that Daze, E`chiner, Fire and I had taken a few
hours before.
I ran past the demon farm Ragu looking at me weirdly when we stopped so I could take a
breath. What was that for? “Well the last time I walked past the farm the demons
attacked.
You looked trouble when you said the word ‘demon’ “It’s nothing.” I said standing up and
walking away listening to the pitter patter of his feet. Your personal life.
“Shut up ok, you promised to be quiet!” I yelled glaring at the small shadow. I walked on,
ugh I am so stressed. With the demon talking the deranged look in its eye, the crow, and
the bowing.
Everything was just stressing me out. I wish that I hadn’t died. That if I did I would
choose heaven, where I could be with my mother and dysfunctional emotions don’t exist,
if I could rewind time then I would’ve done it differently.
I continued walking on for hours willing myself not to fall asleep. But eventually I had to
stop because Ragu needed to sleep. I stopped under a giant oak tree and I watched him
sleep.
 I looked up into the tree’s long willowy arms. The leaves were a silver color which
sparkled in the moonlight. As I looked closer I saw that each leaf had small slanted
handwriting on it. As I stood up one of the leaves started to glow gold. I reached my hand
out and picked the small leaf. I could barely make out the handwriting.
I squinted and got closer. It started to get brighter causing my eyes to water. A single tear
fell from my eye and landed on the burning leaf. The leaf the enveloped me in golden
ribbons of light, I was amazed.
You are lost and you think you are alone but you are not. Do you wish to learn your
prophecy?
“Ragu if this is a trick stop it, you’re scaring me!” I screamed looking at the burning leaf.
It was burning my fingertips. Wait the leaf asked me a question, “Um sure why not.” I
said to the leaf but feeling like I was talking to the universe.
You are one lost upon many and overlooked
You have the power of not many
The power you have is powerful
This is the reason bow to you because of your power
The devil shall strike you and those as loved
The lord shall always win the spy is one you hate and loathe
Find the spy and you shall stop the war before the innocence is gone
Never stop believing Daughter of Jadith
Once the voice had stopped I felt tired exhausted. It was still night and I fainted narrowly
missing Ragu. In my peripheral vision I saw the city rising high into the seemingly
endless sky.

Chapter four Trust

When I woke up, which was Ragu’s fault [licking my nose]], we started walking again
entering the country. Or a simulation of the country. I strolled through the green fields. I
was starving Ragu had pigged out on the rest of our fruit leaving none for me, another
reason to boot him out of this friendship thing. I lollygagged for a day, this time not
stopping just sticking Ragu in the sack. I walked maybe for another day, this time finding
a small river that ran south, right where we were going, good plenty of water. We both
drank till our stomachs bulged. We ate some reeds which I knew were safe to eat. We
slept there that night.
The next day we ate till we were full, again. “Hey Ragu I have and idea there are a few
pieces of stray wood why don’t w make a raft and find a village down by the river. We
quickly started sailing and we made faster progress than on foot. We sailed for hours until
the sun was blood red and dripping into an orange ocean.
Ragu snored loudly once I spotted a village. A long wood ran around the edge like a
crescent moon. I didn’t move because memory was hitting me like knives.
The village was a pale yellow and I was enclosed behind the wood and protected be the
sloshing river that we now rode in. The streets were cobblestone and in the middle was a
cross with a wreath of horns on the top.
I glared at the village, and we docked in. I walked toward the empty village. Nothing
moved there was no sound, I felt like air was crushing my ears. I walked the empty
streets opening each door looking for signs of life. My town was deserted, nothing living
or nonliving was here. I walked down the road past the cross and stopped breath taken
away. Because there on the tip of the hill was my house, it didn’t lie where it originally
was.
I walked up the curving winding hill, I noticed that everything in 5 feet away from the
path was burnt and covered with frost. I was jogging now fear closing my chest, making
it hard to breathe. I stopped at the door and watched the house, looking for nothing, just
trying to see the home, there was no homey feeling.
“This can’t be happening.” I said as the door creaked open. I looked closer the door it
seemed to be inviting me in. I slowly entered into the dark house. I felt my father in here
and it took all my strength not to leave screaming. Curiosity killed the cat. I jumped and
hit me head on the ceiling. I looked down to see Ragu smiling at me. Well cats have nine
lives. I floated down and just glared at him, for some reason I couldn’t speak. Something
bad lurks in your house. He said quietly and he hissed slowly. The lights slowly turned
on with his hiss. My house was beautiful this must have been what it looked like in its
youth. I walked forward some thing smelled funny. The smell burned my nose; it was the
smell of a dead body. I walked into the parlor and the scent changed from terrible to
wonderful. A beautiful bouquet greeted my burnt nose. Spice and Sweet kind of like at
the judging place, spice and sweet, they coexisted together. I stopped in the middle of the
parlor, Hell and Heaven coexisted together, never to befriend another.
“So the small girl finely found out the truth?” said a raspy voice from behind me. I
whirled around; there in the shadow of the kitchen was a man of such ugly: I backed
away. “My name is Satan I have come to help you. He said smiling. His face was terrible.
His face was pale and crinkled like old paper. His eyes were slits like snakes, his hair was
darkness falling off and causing smoke to appear at is wrinkled feet. He was slightly
hunched over and he wasn’t breathing.
“You are one to deceive.” I said stepping forward unwillingly. He smiled and this time
he had teeth. Bright, white even teeth, He had long silky orange hair. He smiled again,
and again unwillingly I took another step forward, mesmerized, by lie that he had just
begin to spin. He took a step to the right blocking the door. Some part of me noticed and
tensed to fight. That part of me was dazed and trying to awaken.
Ok, the truth, I needed to remember the truth. He couldn’t keep lying, though I believe
pure evil has no soul. I walked closer remembering the lies I had told. “So you’ll help
me?’ I asked coming closer to the door. His eyes widened slightly barely noticeable
though. I guess most of his victims gave in easier. I had a strong will so however
tempting I could slightly stand m ground.
“Yes I can help you.” He said smiling. But I could see slight curiosity. I stretched my
hand out and touched his smooth forehead. I closed my eyes and searched for memories.
There were so many thoughts all so gruesome that I had to literally bite my tongue of not
to scream.
There were too much screaming to much blood. Fire eternal burning, souls screaming for
help, crying to Lord they see as a legend and not real. But I found that even the soulless
creature, the apprentice of the devil, had one fear. The light was so bright that if I were
alive I would have died. I heard Satan whimpering a pathetic little baby in the face of the
Lord.
I heard his screams, and soon he disappeared in a wisp of smoke, he disappeared. I fell to
the ground, all the energy in my body drained. The horrors in that mind which I had
entered would haunt me forever. I stood up and collapsed to the floor. Be fore I flickered
out was black boots standing in front of me.
When I woke I was laying on thin cotton. I lifted my head slightly to see Masculin. His
head rest on an old white tree. He snored loudly, one of my many dislikes about people,
and he probably woke me up. I sat up and felt my head. I had a turban of bandages
wrapped around my head. Dried blood covered half of my face. I looked around; we were
still in the country. I wonder how long it has been since I had talked with Satan.
My stomach than growled, I was starving and I was thirsty. I found a canteen and drank
the cool water. I ate scarps of bread from tied up cheese cloth. I ate little because I still
felt slightly nauseous.
I sighed and looked around for my crazy fox. But everywhere I looked and he was
nowhere to be found. I sighed again, life at the moment sucked. I looked over to the
sleeping bear. He really needed to just stitch his mouth up. I climbed over to him to see
the city. We were right over the city. I looked at the busy streets, people were
everywhere.
I felt waves of nausea and I sat back down and was sick all over the tree. I went back to
my original spot, and sat down. Masculin (still asleep) suddenly stuck his hand in my
sick.
That woke him up. He jumped up and looked at the sick on his hand. I chuckled; he
glared at me with cold black eyes. “Did you throw up on me?” he asked washing his hand
off with some water. “No, I threw up on the tree; you stuck your hand in it.” I said
looking at the city lights. “Sick.” He said. “Yes I threw up, it’s sick whatever.” I said
snuggling the blanket.
“No not like sick as in throw up, I mean like disgusting. It’s a future term.” He said
standing up. I didn’t the more I got know this guy the more I hated him. “Well you going
to stand up?” he asked looking down at me. “I can’t or I’ll be sick again.” I said looking
toward a sudden sleigh, which had just appeared. “Cool isn’t it. I can make whatever I
want appear.” He said looking proudly at the sleigh a though it was his first son.
“That’s not creepy at all.” I said liking the annoyance on his face. He whirled around; he
was just itching to slap me. I knew because my father made that same face and his hands
always twitched before a good beat down.”
He picked me up and placed me in the sleigh. “How are we getting there?” I asked.
“We’re sliding, the main concept of a sleigh.” He pushed the sleigh closer to the edge.
“So we as in the both of us are going to plummet a billion feet and hope we don’t kill
anybody or ourselves, or arrested?” I asked looking at him. “Yep and we won’t get
arrested