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@sixprecioussouls

Someone had reached his part of the endless and void limbo...

“ The lord grants me forth a new guest, tragically so... I do believe this is not the realm for the living. ”

A human, with a soul alike the one he once had in his body when living. It bore a warm feeling, like healthy kind souls would usually bear, akin to the heat of the kitchen’s stove, it felt... nice. However his thoughts on this matter weren’t those of happiness. Why was this girl here?

His slightly translucid projection turned, unable to do more than a spectral body that ever so slightly tore itself apart in small and thin wisps of green magic as unperceptible winds carrier them away. The end of a sword’s hilt rested between his hands like a cane, it was useless however as he lacked his soul’s strength. Pupilless eyes looked around in the direction to see a teen, bearing a faint smile... although it had a saddened hint to it.

“ Please, do pardon my manner’s young lady, I have not met my people in a very, very long time. “

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@anotherchildfalls

It’s cold.

It is allways cold, like the water that ran to the ocean shores, the rivers that fell by the slopes of the mount, or the lake towards the inner lands of the country. Like the ice acumulating on the weather of winter or the nights that the season held. Dark, cold and silent, any animal slumbering or trying to find food.

Cold, dark and silent like death.

Sometimes, when she feels enough, she gets a glimpse of the other world, and she felt often enough. A wheeping ghost they would call her, mourning what what was, what couldn’t and what would be, wandering the place with a saddened and hollow glance, resalted by the way her eyes would be she knew. Her soul had long since faded into a magical mess, she guessed it would be a matter of time she became a spectral fiend if her LV started affecting her, or maybe she would fade away into a void rest?

No matter what, her mind drifted unto curious memories, the distant sight of shapes moving towards the entrance’s direction. They were possibly dead by now, after all everyone who fell would probably die, given a royal had died long ago, there was a moment of silence, then mourn, followed by worry. Her body faintly manifested at the barrier’s entrase, warming her with her own magic yet freezing her all the same with the cold intentions it bore. Then in one step ventured inside the hole, into the banishment of a race she once held dear to her soul. It wasn’t like it would mean anything, she betrayed them, they couldn’t see her, nor in her state would the barrier consider her entirely like a normal thing (Should she fade into restless sleep she would still reapear by the barrier if she wished so, and not inside as she should). A fate worthy of her crime, she thought, a cruel fate of unrest.

And so, wandering she went, searching for one the shapes she had seen coming to the forgotten lands of monsters, yet returned not.