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Fate Is Death -- A Story

Fate Is Death
By @The-Book-Worm (Not complete)



“Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone,” I pleaded.

But just like all the rest, she left, drifting slowly away.

I cried, an action so familiar to me. Every time it hurt. It did not matter who it was. Whenever I was left alone in this cell, it broke my heart a little more.

Another ghost floated into the room. I turned my back, knowing there would only be more pain.

“We all have our punishments,” she reminded me.

I gritted my teeth. She was the only one who came back, though not because she cared.

She went to wipe the tear off my face, but her hand passed right through. I shivered. As much as I craved to spend time with anyone, I hated when the ghosts touched me. It was like they were taking some of me, some of my life, with them.

“Few days left,” she said as if it would comfort me.

“And then what? I spend the rest of my death in this hell alone?” I yelled.

It wasn’t fair to lash out at her. She came back. It was more than I could say for the thousands of ghosts I had seen.

“Not alone. With us,” she replied, unfazed.

I shuddered, yet I knew it was my fate. The same as the ones who had come before me.

“Did anyone want to go?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“It is in our instinct to survive. None want to die, but there are worse things.”

I frowned. “How long will you stay?”

“Till your life fades,” she said.

I blinked in shock. My death was fast approaching. The ghosts never lingered with me for more than a week.

“It becomes easier to be with those closer to our stage in life.”

I only nodded before hugging myself. Slowly, I rocked myself to sleep, knowing that every breath could be my last, and the one after, my first in death.
She stood to watch over me. I could feel her there, floating above my shivering body. It was as unsettling as it was kind.
I woke with my usual pain. Waves of sadness flooded through me as my body awoke to the sharp world. The waking world was always more severe and less fuzzy than the dream world. I wondered if that was what it was like to be a ghost: forever blurry, like swimming with your eyes open.

“Soon,” she promised me.

Throughout the days, more ghosts joined me. The song of death filled the room like an ever-present whisper. They were calling me to join them. Waiting for another sister to become part of their world. Many offered advice, condolences, and stories of their own passing. I took it all in. I had always known I was destined to this fate, as every first child knows. My parents never grew close to me for that reason, and now I didn’t regret it. It would be more painful to go through the process if I had any attachments to the living world.

“It is time.” her voice floated over the group, hushing all but the death song.

It increased in volume, calling for me. Begging for me as I had to all the ghosts I wanted to stay. The dead parted as a living walked into the room.

“Aure. Your time has come,” he said.

I drew away, not because he talked of my death, but because he was living, breathing. It was then that I realized that I was not.

“Come,” the ghost that had watched over me said, her voice more clear than it has ever been, “It is too hard for new ghosts to be among the living.”
She was not calling me; she was calling my ghost. I floated out of my now lifeless body. I saw everything as the ghosts around me saw it. It was not blurry, it was crystal clear. This was always the first child’s destiny. And finally, I could hear words in the death song. Fate is Death.

_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

I heard crying. I ran my fingers over my face. No, for once, it was not me. I hadn’t cried since I died. But then who was it?

“New prisoner,” the ghost, who watched over me, said.

“Oh,” I said.

That didn’t take long. I had barely been dead. Did cells really fill that quickly?

“None will visit her. She is very alive. Even I can’t stand to be with her and I am an Elder Ghost.”

Oh, I had wanted to see her, to comfort her. I was a new ghost. Being near her would hurt more than dying I was told.

“I’ll take you to her someday if she still lives. We can visit a more dead prisoner if you’d like. It will still be hard.” she suggested.

“Can I see her now?” I asked

“It will be worse than dying for a new ghost to be with an alive soul,” after some thought, she said, “But nothing is stopping you. You only need to follow the cries.”

I saw through her right away. Well, she was a ghost so I always could see beyond her, but I could see what she wanted. She wanted me to go to the new prisoner, to learn a lesson.

“I will, and I will stay,” I held my head up definitely.

“Very well.” she faded away.

I drifted through the walls, finding my way to the new prisoner. As the sobbing grew louder, a pain in my heart slowly grew stronger. My heart throbbed, and I was still far away. I pushed forward, driven by the thought of my first days in the cell, alone and in need of company.

Finally, I went through the wall, and into the room of a weeping prisoner. I barely noticed it was a girl through the pain in me. It had spread from my heart to my head than to my whole body. I was crippled with pain.

“Oh!” the girl shrieked with fright as I appeared.

I tried to talk but couldn’t form the words needed to comfort her.

“Oh!” she yelped again, hesitantly crawling toward me.

I screamed in agony as she came closer. Immerdently, she retreated. My wails lessened as she drew away. Sensing that her presence was the cause of my hurt, she hid behind the bed and wrapped herself in a blanket… though she might have done that from fear. I became able to breathe.

“Please- please stay there,” I whispered.

She nodded, or at least I think she did. The combination of the blankets over her and the pounding pain everywhere in my body made it hard to tell.

“Do you have any more blankets you could put on? Any other barriers you could put between us?” I forced out through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” she breathed so quietly, I thought I had imagined it.

I rolled around in anguish as she scrambled to prop her mattress up and throw even more blankets on top of herself. The pain diminished when she had finished. I was able - barely - to speak.

“I’m Aure.” I managed to say.

“Imfph Kryfphm,” came the muffled reply.

Argh, I forgot to use my heightened senses to hear her, “Can you repeat that?”

“I’m Krystal,” the girl said sticking her head out from the mountain of quilts.

“Cover yourself!” I howled in agony.

“Oh sorry!” she pulled the covers back over her.

“So you’re a ghost, an old one too. The Eldest told me only very old spirits could come to see me.”

“She’s right. It hurts to be near you.” I said.

“How long have you been dead?”

I blushed if that was possible, “Only a few days.”

“Wait, what?” she said peeking at me.

The pain grew, but it was workable, “It’s killing me.”

“But you’re dead,” she stated.

“Yeah Einstein, but some things are worse than death.”

“Oh, so being with me is worse than dying?” she sounded offended.

“I’m a new spirit, and you’re alive,” I said simply.

“Then why are you here?”

That was a good question. Why was I here?

Last edited by The-Book-Worm (May 8, 2019 00:30:00)


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Fate Is Death -- A Story

Great! When it says ‘“It will worse than dying for a new ghost to be with an alive soul,”’ you have to add a “be” in between “will” and “worse”. Sorry if I'm being annoying XD
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Fate Is Death -- A Story

LT241 wrote:

Great! When it says ‘“It will worse than dying for a new ghost to be with an alive soul,”’ you have to add a “be” in between “will” and “worse”. Sorry if I'm being annoying XD
Oh, thanks! I'm always open to grammatical errors being pointed out.

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Fate Is Death -- A Story

hello,

i like it
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Fate Is Death -- A Story

The-Book-Worm wrote:

Fate Is Death
By @The-Book-Worm (Not complete)



“Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone,” I pleaded.

But just like all the rest, she left, drifting slowly away.

I cried, an action so familiar to me. Every time it hurt. It did not matter who it was. Whenever I was left alone in this cell, it broke my heart a little more.

Another ghost floated into the room. I turned my back, knowing there would only be more pain.

“We all have our punishments,” she reminded me.

I gritted my teeth. She was the only one who came back, though not because she cared.

She went to wipe the tear off my face, but her hand passed right through. I shivered. As much as I craved to spend time with anyone, I hated when the ghosts touched me. It was like they were taking some of me, some of my life, with them.

“Few days left,” she said as if it would comfort me.

“And then what? I spend the rest of my death in this hell alone?” I yelled.

It wasn’t fair to lash out at her. She came back. It was more than I could say for the thousands of ghosts I had seen.

“Not alone. With us,” she replied, unfazed.

I shuddered, yet I knew it was my fate. The same as the ones who had come before me.

“Did anyone want to go?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“It is in our instinct to survive. None want to die, but there are worse things.”

I frowned. “How long will you stay?”

“Till your life fades,” she said.

I blinked in shock. My death was fast approaching. The ghosts never lingered with me for more than a week.

“It becomes easier to be with those closer to our stage in life.”

I only nodded before hugging myself. Slowly, I rocked myself to sleep, knowing that every breath could be my last, and the one after, my first in death.
She stood to watch over me. I could feel her there, floating above my shivering body. It was as unsettling as it was kind.
I woke with my usual pain. Waves of sadness flooded through me as my body awoke to the sharp world. The waking world was always more severe and less fuzzy than the dream world. I wondered if that was what it was like to be a ghost: forever blurry, like swimming with your eyes open.

“Soon,” she promised me.

Throughout the days, more ghosts joined me. The song of death filled the room like an ever-present whisper. They were calling me to join them. Waiting for another sister to become part of their world. Many offered advice, condolences, and stories of their own passing. I took it all in. I had always known I was destined to this fate, as every first child knows. My parents never grew close to me for that reason, and now I didn’t regret it. It would be more painful to go through the process if I had any attachments to the living world.

“It is time.” her voice floated over the group, hushing all but the death song.

It increased in volume, calling for me. Begging for me as I had to all the ghosts I wanted to stay. The dead parted as a living walked into the room.

“Aure. Your time has come,” he said.

I drew away, not because he talked of my death, but because he was living, breathing. It was then that I realized that I was not.

“Come,” the ghost that had watched over me said, her voice more clear than it has ever been, “It is too hard for new ghosts to be among the living.”
She was not calling me; she was calling my ghost. I floated out of my now lifeless body. I saw everything as the ghosts around me saw it. It was not blurry, it was crystal clear. This was always the first child’s destiny. And finally, I could hear words in the death song. Fate is Death.

_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

I heard crying. I ran my fingers over my face. No, for once, it was not me. I hadn’t cried since I died. But then who was it?

“New prisoner,” the ghost, who watched over me, said.

“Oh,” I said.

That didn’t take long. I had barely been dead. Did cells really fill that quickly?

“None will visit her. She is very alive. Even I can’t stand to be with her and I am an Elder Ghost.”

Oh, I had wanted to see her, to comfort her. I was a new ghost. Being near her would hurt more than dying I was told.

“I’ll take you to her someday if she still lives. We can visit a more dead prisoner if you’d like. It will still be hard.” she suggested.

“Can I see her now?” I asked

“It will be worse than dying for a new ghost to be with an alive soul,” after some thought, she said, “But nothing is stopping you. You only need to follow the cries.”

I saw through her right away. Well, she was a ghost so I always could see beyond her, but I could see what she wanted. She wanted me to go to the new prisoner, to learn a lesson.

“I will, and I will stay,” I held my head up definitely.

“Very well.” she faded away.

I drifted through the walls, finding my way to the new prisoner. As the sobbing grew louder, a pain in my heart slowly grew stronger. My heart throbbed, and I was still far away. I pushed forward, driven by the thought of my first days in the cell, alone and in need of company.

Finally, I went through the wall, and into the room of a weeping prisoner. I barely noticed it was a girl through the pain in me. It had spread from my heart to my head than to my whole body. I was crippled with pain.

“Oh!” the girl shrieked with fright as I appeared.

I tried to talk but couldn’t form the words needed to comfort her.

“Oh!” she yelped again, hesitantly crawling toward me.

I screamed in agony as she came closer. Immerdently, she retreated. My wails lessened as she drew away. Sensing that her presence was the cause of my hurt, she hid behind the bed and wrapped herself in a blanket… though she might have done that from fear. I became able to breathe.

“Please- please stay there,” I whispered.

She nodded, or at least I think she did. The combination of the blankets over her and the pounding pain everywhere in my body made it hard to tell.

“Do you have any more blankets you could put on? Any other barriers you could put between us?” I forced out through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” she breathed so quietly, I thought I had imagined it.

I rolled around in anguish as she scrambled to prop her mattress up and throw even more blankets on top of herself. The pain diminished when she had finished. I was able - barely - to speak.

“I’m Aure.” I managed to say.

“Imfph Kryfphm,” came the muffled reply.

Argh, I forgot to use my heightened senses to hear her, “Can you repeat that?”

“I’m Krystal,” the girl said sticking her head out from the mountain of quilts.

“Cover yourself!” I howled in agony.

“Oh sorry!” she pulled the covers back over her.

“So you’re a ghost, an old one too. The Eldest told me only very old spirits could come to see me.”

“She’s right. It hurts to be near you.” I said.

“How long have you been dead?”

I blushed if that was possible, “Only a few days.”

“Wait, what?” she said peeking at me.

The pain grew, but it was workable, “It’s killing me.”

“But you’re dead,” she stated.

“Yeah Einstein, but some things are worse than death.”

“Oh, so being with me is worse than dying?” she sounded offended.

“I’m a new spirit, and you’re alive,” I said simply.

“Then why are you here?”

That was a good question. Why was I here?
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Fate Is Death -- A Story

lemonlover456132 wrote:

The-Book-Worm wrote:

Fate Is Death
By @The-Book-Worm (Not complete)



“Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone,” I pleaded.

But just like all the rest, she left, drifting slowly away.

I cried, an action so familiar to me. Every time it hurt. It did not matter who it was. Whenever I was left alone in this cell, it broke my heart a little more.

Another ghost floated into the room. I turned my back, knowing there would only be more pain.

“We all have our punishments,” she reminded me.

I gritted my teeth. She was the only one who came back, though not because she cared.

She went to wipe the tear off my face, but her hand passed right through. I shivered. As much as I craved to spend time with anyone, I hated when the ghosts touched me. It was like they were taking some of me, some of my life, with them.

“Few days left,” she said as if it would comfort me.

“And then what? I spend the rest of my death in this hell alone?” I yelled.

It wasn’t fair to lash out at her. She came back. It was more than I could say for the thousands of ghosts I had seen.

“Not alone. With us,” she replied, unfazed.

I shuddered, yet I knew it was my fate. The same as the ones who had come before me.

“Did anyone want to go?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“It is in our instinct to survive. None want to die, but there are worse things.”

I frowned. “How long will you stay?”

“Till your life fades,” she said.

I blinked in shock. My death was fast approaching. The ghosts never lingered with me for more than a week.

“It becomes easier to be with those closer to our stage in life.”

I only nodded before hugging myself. Slowly, I rocked myself to sleep, knowing that every breath could be my last, and the one after, my first in death.
She stood to watch over me. I could feel her there, floating above my shivering body. It was as unsettling as it was kind.
I woke with my usual pain. Waves of sadness flooded through me as my body awoke to the sharp world. The waking world was always more severe and less fuzzy than the dream world. I wondered if that was what it was like to be a ghost: forever blurry, like swimming with your eyes open.

“Soon,” she promised me.

Throughout the days, more ghosts joined me. The song of death filled the room like an ever-present whisper. They were calling me to join them. Waiting for another sister to become part of their world. Many offered advice, condolences, and stories of their own passing. I took it all in. I had always known I was destined to this fate, as every first child knows. My parents never grew close to me for that reason, and now I didn’t regret it. It would be more painful to go through the process if I had any attachments to the living world.

“It is time.” her voice floated over the group, hushing all but the death song.

It increased in volume, calling for me. Begging for me as I had to all the ghosts I wanted to stay. The dead parted as a living walked into the room.

“Aure. Your time has come,” he said.

I drew away, not because he talked of my death, but because he was living, breathing. It was then that I realized that I was not.

“Come,” the ghost that had watched over me said, her voice more clear than it has ever been, “It is too hard for new ghosts to be among the living.”
She was not calling me; she was calling my ghost. I floated out of my now lifeless body. I saw everything as the ghosts around me saw it. It was not blurry, it was crystal clear. This was always the first child’s destiny. And finally, I could hear words in the death song. Fate is Death.

_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

I heard crying. I ran my fingers over my face. No, for once, it was not me. I hadn’t cried since I died. But then who was it?

“New prisoner,” the ghost, who watched over me, said.

“Oh,” I said.

That didn’t take long. I had barely been dead. Did cells really fill that quickly?

“None will visit her. She is very alive. Even I can’t stand to be with her and I am an Elder Ghost.”

Oh, I had wanted to see her, to comfort her. I was a new ghost. Being near her would hurt more than dying I was told.

“I’ll take you to her someday if she still lives. We can visit a more dead prisoner if you’d like. It will still be hard.” she suggested.

“Can I see her now?” I asked

“It will be worse than dying for a new ghost to be with an alive soul,” after some thought, she said, “But nothing is stopping you. You only need to follow the cries.”

I saw through her right away. Well, she was a ghost so I always could see beyond her, but I could see what she wanted. She wanted me to go to the new prisoner, to learn a lesson.

“I will, and I will stay,” I held my head up definitely.

“Very well.” she faded away.

I drifted through the walls, finding my way to the new prisoner. As the sobbing grew louder, a pain in my heart slowly grew stronger. My heart throbbed, and I was still far away. I pushed forward, driven by the thought of my first days in the cell, alone and in need of company.

Finally, I went through the wall, and into the room of a weeping prisoner. I barely noticed it was a girl through the pain in me. It had spread from my heart to my head than to my whole body. I was crippled with pain.

“Oh!” the girl shrieked with fright as I appeared.

I tried to talk but couldn’t form the words needed to comfort her.

“Oh!” she yelped again, hesitantly crawling toward me.

I screamed in agony as she came closer. Immerdently, she retreated. My wails lessened as she drew away. Sensing that her presence was the cause of my hurt, she hid behind the bed and wrapped herself in a blanket… though she might have done that from fear. I became able to breathe.

“Please- please stay there,” I whispered.

She nodded, or at least I think she did. The combination of the blankets over her and the pounding pain everywhere in my body made it hard to tell.

“Do you have any more blankets you could put on? Any other barriers you could put between us?” I forced out through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” she breathed so quietly, I thought I had imagined it.

I rolled around in anguish as she scrambled to prop her mattress up and throw even more blankets on top of herself. The pain diminished when she had finished. I was able - barely - to speak.

“I’m Aure.” I managed to say.

“Imfph Kryfphm,” came the muffled reply.

Argh, I forgot to use my heightened senses to hear her, “Can you repeat that?”

“I’m Krystal,” the girl said sticking her head out from the mountain of quilts.

“Cover yourself!” I howled in agony.

“Oh sorry!” she pulled the covers back over her.

“So you’re a ghost, an old one too. The Eldest told me only very old spirits could come to see me.”

“She’s right. It hurts to be near you.” I said.

“How long have you been dead?”

I blushed if that was possible, “Only a few days.”

“Wait, what?” she said peeking at me.

The pain grew, but it was workable, “It’s killing me.”

“But you’re dead,” she stated.

“Yeah Einstein, but some things are worse than death.”

“Oh, so being with me is worse than dying?” she sounded offended.

“I’m a new spirit, and you’re alive,” I said simply.

“Then why are you here?”

That was a good question. Why was I here?
don't listen to others, don't listen to your brain just listen to the wind, the trees, the ground and your heart
Oooh I might use that in the story, Thanks!

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Fate Is Death -- A Story

“Whenever I was left alone in this cell” could be said as “Whenever I was left to the loneliness of the cell”… I guess it adds more feeling, just a thought. It's really interesting to see the plot progress, but I wish there was more description of the physical setting, to keep the reader grounded and feeling like they're there. Gives the “here” in “why am I here?” more meaning. Regardless I enjoyed the addition!
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Fate Is Death -- A Story

hydrena_voice wrote:

“Whenever I was left alone in this cell” could be said as “Whenever I was left to the loneliness of the cell”… I guess it adds more feeling, just a thought. It's really interesting to see the plot progress, but I wish there was more description of the physical setting, to keep the reader grounded and feeling like they're there. Gives the “here” in “why am I here?” more meaning. Regardless I enjoyed the addition!
I wrote more I just haven't added iit. Thanks! I think that's a good change to the sentence. Well, the girl is dead so her surroundings aren't all that important but you make a good point. I find myself rubbish at describing where the character is.

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Fate Is Death -- A Story

The-Book-Worm wrote:

Fate Is Death
By @The-Book-Worm (Not complete)



“Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone,” I pleaded.

But just like all the rest, she left, drifting slowly away.

I cried, an action so familiar to me. Every time it hurt. It did not matter who it was. Whenever I was left alone in this cell, it broke my heart a little more.

Another ghost floated into the room. I turned my back, knowing there would only be more pain.

“We all have our punishments,” she reminded me.

I gritted my teeth. She was the only one who came back, though not because she cared.

She went to wipe the tear off my face, but her hand passed right through. I shivered. As much as I craved to spend time with anyone, I hated when the ghosts touched me. It was like they were taking some of me, some of my life, with them.

“Few days left,” she said as if it would comfort me.

“And then what? I spend the rest of my death in this hell alone?” I yelled.

It wasn’t fair to lash out at her. She came back. It was more than I could say for the thousands of ghosts I had seen.

“Not alone. With us,” she replied, unfazed.

I shuddered, yet I knew it was my fate. The same as the ones who had come before me.

“Did anyone want to go?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“It is in our instinct to survive. None want to die, but there are worse things.”

I frowned. “How long will you stay?”

“Till your life fades,” she said.

I blinked in shock. My death was fast approaching. The ghosts never lingered with me for more than a week.

“It becomes easier to be with those closer to our stage in life.”

I only nodded before hugging myself. Slowly, I rocked myself to sleep, knowing that every breath could be my last, and the one after, my first in death.
She stood to watch over me. I could feel her there, floating above my shivering body. It was as unsettling as it was kind.
I woke with my usual pain. Waves of sadness flooded through me as my body awoke to the sharp world. The waking world was always more severe and less fuzzy than the dream world. I wondered if that was what it was like to be a ghost: forever blurry, like swimming with your eyes open.

“Soon,” she promised me.

Throughout the days, more ghosts joined me. The song of death filled the room like an ever-present whisper. They were calling me to join them. Waiting for another sister to become part of their world. Many offered advice, condolences, and stories of their own passing. I took it all in. I had always known I was destined to this fate, as every first child knows. My parents never grew close to me for that reason, and now I didn’t regret it. It would be more painful to go through the process if I had any attachments to the living world.

“It is time.” her voice floated over the group, hushing all but the death song.

It increased in volume, calling for me. Begging for me as I had to all the ghosts I wanted to stay. The dead parted as a living walked into the room.

“Aure. Your time has come,” he said.

I drew away, not because he talked of my death, but because he was living, breathing. It was then that I realized that I was not.

“Come,” the ghost that had watched over me said, her voice more clear than it has ever been, “It is too hard for new ghosts to be among the living.”
She was not calling me; she was calling my ghost. I floated out of my now lifeless body. I saw everything as the ghosts around me saw it. It was not blurry, it was crystal clear. This was always the first child’s destiny. And finally, I could hear words in the death song. Fate is Death.

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I heard crying. I ran my fingers over my face. No, for once, it was not me. I hadn’t cried since I died. But then who was it?

“New prisoner,” the ghost, who watched over me, said.

“Oh,” I said.

That didn’t take long. I had barely been dead. Did cells really fill that quickly?

“None will visit her. She is very alive. Even I can’t stand to be with her and I am an Elder Ghost.”

Oh, I had wanted to see her, to comfort her. I was a new ghost. Being near her would hurt more than dying I was told.

“I’ll take you to her someday if she still lives. We can visit a more dead prisoner if you’d like. It will still be hard.” she suggested.

“Can I see her now?” I asked

“It will be worse than dying for a new ghost to be with an alive soul,” after some thought, she said, “But nothing is stopping you. You only need to follow the cries.”

I saw through her right away. Well, she was a ghost so I always could see beyond her, but I could see what she wanted. She wanted me to go to the new prisoner, to learn a lesson.

“I will, and I will stay,” I held my head up definitely.

“Very well.” she faded away.

I drifted through the walls, finding my way to the new prisoner. As the sobbing grew louder, a pain in my heart slowly grew stronger. My heart throbbed, and I was still far away. I pushed forward, driven by the thought of my first days in the cell, alone and in need of company.

Finally, I went through the wall, and into the room of a weeping prisoner. I barely noticed it was a girl through the pain in me. It had spread from my heart to my head than to my whole body. I was crippled with pain.

“Oh!” the girl shrieked with fright as I appeared.

I tried to talk but couldn’t form the words needed to comfort her.

“Oh!” she yelped again, hesitantly crawling toward me.

I screamed in agony as she came closer. Immerdently, she retreated. My wails lessened as she drew away. Sensing that her presence was the cause of my hurt, she hid behind the bed and wrapped herself in a blanket… though she might have done that from fear. I became able to breathe.

“Please- please stay there,” I whispered.

She nodded, or at least I think she did. The combination of the blankets over her and the pounding pain everywhere in my body made it hard to tell.

“Do you have any more blankets you could put on? Any other barriers you could put between us?” I forced out through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” she breathed so quietly, I thought I had imagined it.

I rolled around in anguish as she scrambled to prop her mattress up and throw even more blankets on top of herself. The pain diminished when she had finished. I was able - barely - to speak.

“I’m Aure.” I managed to say.

“Imfph Kryfphm,” came the muffled reply.

Argh, I forgot to use my heightened senses to hear her, “Can you repeat that?”

“I’m Krystal,” the girl said sticking her head out from the mountain of quilts.

“Cover yourself!” I howled in agony.

“Oh sorry!” she pulled the covers back over her.

“So you’re a ghost, an old one too. The Eldest told me only very old spirits could come to see me.”

“She’s right. It hurts to be near you.” I said.

“How long have you been dead?”

I blushed if that was possible, “Only a few days.”

“Wait, what?” she said peeking at me.

The pain grew, but it was workable, “It’s killing me.”

“But you’re dead,” she stated.

“Yeah Einstein, but some things are worse than death.”

“Oh, so being with me is worse than dying?” she sounded offended.

“I’m a new spirit, and you’re alive,” I said simply.

“Then why are you here?”

That was a good question. Why was I here?

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