Most of us have something in mind that makes us think about ghosts as creatures that scares us, changing the place they live in, into unwanted to visit area. But is that always?
In front of you standing a good spirit, that it's only intention is to make friends! He wasn't evil before his soul was sucked from his earthly form, and he's not evil now! He just wants to play with someone...
Would like to spend some of your time, and make his time a little more pleasant? I bet his soul would feel way better!
You see as the little feet padds towards you, until until they stops right before the bed. Suddenly one of them rising up, and a moment later, the translucent paw grab the wooden bed base, and with it, a smiling face peaking under the bed, making an eye contact with you. "Don't be scared! I only want to play with you!", the kind kid's voice saying.
You see as the little feet padds towards you, until until they stops right before the bed. Suddenly
**I let out an eep, my lizard tail twitching nervously** "Y-you not gonna... hurt me?" **I ask my voice uncertain and fearful, my young scaly face showing fear and my eyes wide, showing fear, glistening with tears. To the ghost kid I must look like some terrified little kid**
**I let out an eep, my lizard tail twitching nervously** "Y-you not gonna... hurt me?" **I ask my vo
The half way visible fox giggled, covering it's snout with other paw. "Of course not! I'm not hurting anyone... It's very bad if someone is doing it to anyone.", he said, beaming like hundreds happy children on Christmas. Then he moved the paw from the base of the bed and levitated her in front of you, leaving her open for your eyes, like the heart of fragile little being. "Come on! I promise nothing bad happens, and we will have sooo much fun!", the enthusiasm floods with every word spoken, like from opened barrel of wine. You see the tail behind him firmly wagging all around its all possible space.
The half way visible fox giggled, covering it's snout with other paw. "Of course not! I'm not hurtin
**I still hesitated, but then I slowly nod** "O-okay" **I mumble, crawling from under the couch and just sit cross legged on the carpet, just staring at the ghost-boy**
**I still hesitated, but then I slowly nod** "O-okay" **I mumble, crawling from under the couch and
The boy shook his head with a chuckle. "That way we won't play at all!", he said, still holding the warm smile on face. He took a step before you, and lowered himself down. "You need to stand up first!", the boy said, as he kneeled before you. The only thing he saw was your dreadful face looking at him, additionally trembling from the tip of your head, and down your feet. His expression instantly fell in gloom, finally understanding that you are simply scared of him. He raised one of his paws and traveled towards you. It hung over your limb, then lowered down, trying to put his paw on your forearm, but it just penetrated through you. "N-no!", he let out a whimper, still trying to make any interaction with your body, but it simply didn't happen, and never will. With a hurtful face he leaned backwards, taking a seat on the carpet, with arms circled around his stomach, and with a dropping head. "We will never be friends...", his voice sagged in sorrow, starting openly sobbing, even if no tears ran out of his eyes....
The boy shook his head with a chuckle. "That way we won't play at all!", he said, still holding the
**At first I tense and shiver, still terrified, but then, as the ghost-boy tried to touch my arm, his tiny hand passing through me, then trying again, and again failing to grasp me, watching his smile fade, his joyfulness giving way to defeat, hearing the joy vanish from his voice, now sounding more sad, made me start to really look at him. I then realized, that he didn't try to touch to possess me or do me harm, but that he just simply tried to comfort me. Seeing his genuine hurtfilled expression, the sadness and loneliness in his eyes, I start to feel bad and ashamed of myself. And as I look at him I start to not see a ghost, but a kid, a kid who just wanted a friend, but because of what he was, might never get what he wished for, finally realizing that most people would react the way I did when seeing him: terrified**
**As I continue to look at this ghost-child in silence, my fear start to be replaced by childish curiosity and before I am able to stop myself, I hear myself asking** "Wh-where... where did you come from? What... what's your name? Were... were you... were you alive once?" **My voice a little calmer and curious, but mixed with a sliver of fear**
**At first I tense and shiver, still terrified, but then, as the ghost-boy tried to touch my arm, hi
The fox ears shocked by words entered them shoted up, like a kid's arm which wanted to reach the jar of cookies on the high shelf. The tsunami of questions flooded his head, slowly separating them, but getting distracted by the excitement flying all around his mind, and through his body. The fallen face made a back flip, spreading a new configuration of child-like happiness. The ghost boy withdrew his arms, sending his paws on the floor before him, to help itself in moving towards you. He planted his bum in a distance, of half of a step from you, just to give you the comfort.
"You seriously want to know about me?", he asked, his voice gout hunted by hope and his natural squeaky toy. With deep gaze he was glazing, waiting in deadly impatience for your next move. Finally his eyes detected, as your lizard head got tugged by hesitation firstly lightly up, then down, and yet again up. "Tee-hiehiehie!", his inside squeaky toy gave the sign of its existence once again, making his giggle, drowned into uncontactable excitement made of his whole kid's being. He repositioned himself, just mirroring your sitting position. Feeling ready, he opened itself... "My name's Adrien, and I'm not from here. In fact I traveled here by my feet, already, just like that...", he spread his arms, to give you a better look at his body. He quickly headed them back on his legs. "I was like you before. I had so many friends like Miko, Damien, Rihna or Joah! I miss them so much", his head dropped, "We lived all together, in one house quite far away from here. None of us had parents, so we all got sent into an orphanage. I never saw my real parents, they just disappeared..", he sniffed. "But it wasn't that bad!", his head perked up, "We were playing aaalll days long, always having so much fun. Unfortunately it didn't last long...", the boy again fixed eyes on the floor. His paws connected with each other, nervously squishing them mutually. "One day two adult foxes came to our house, and our mother took them to her gabinet. They were talking for a really long time, until they finally came out. I immediately got called by my mom, so I headed to her. She told me that these foxes want to adopt me. I said no, because I lived seriously well with my friends around! Unfortunately, I couldn't say anything, they just separated me from them...", he let out a shaky breath. "It wasn't bad there, I had everything I could dream before! But not one, friends. One night when both of them were sleeping, I sneaked to the front door, and ran away, wanting to find my real house, with real friends. I remembered only that we had a huge forest around, so I ran to the closest one, and started walking. The forest I entered was so big, that I finally lost track. I walked day and night, but around I saw only the woods. I didn't have anything to eat or drink, and I was losing strength to even moving forward. I remember as the sun was setting and I fell on the ground. It wasn't my first time falling, but this time I couldn't raised up.. I managed to crawl towards the closest tree, on which I leaned. My whole body was shaking constantly, but I already lost any movement ability... I felt that my end was really close, but I was trying to hold myself as long as possible, hoping my friends would find me... It didn't happen....", the boy was bravely protecting himself from exploding his true feelings, but he couldn't anymore. At once all the defences trailed down, and he burst out loud crying, just like a mother who lost her child....
The fox ears shocked by words entered them shoted up, like a kid's arm which wanted to reach the jar
**My tail swishes** "I... I'm sorry" **I say, looking at the ghost that once had been a kid like myself who had died because he just wanted to be with his friends and real family** "Do... do you remember... how... how long ago it was when you... p-passed" **I ask as carefully as possible, depending on how he replies, I might have a solution... or to be more precise: one of my dad's potions will be able to help**
**My tail swishes** "I... I'm sorry" **I say, looking at the ghost that once had been a kid like mys
The ghost boy kept crying for a moment longer, slowing calming himself in his life tragedy. The resonate scream of sorrow finally transformed into just shaky things, as he finally drove his gaze up. He glazed at you with his sad eyes for a bit, before the curtains hid his green pupils, cutting the bridge of mutual sight. The fox in this position was sitting, trying to focus on the question you sent him. Suddenly his eyelids parted, shining with his beautiful eyes. "I'm not sure but... I think it was five years ago", the boy said, with sadness still holding itself on the corners of his lips.
The ghost boy kept crying for a moment longer, slowing calming himself in his life tragedy. The reso
**Five years... maybe longer... that could mean... his friends had moved on... probably even... forgot him. Knowing this, even only being a kid myself, told me to tread careful, that this is a fragile and dangerous topic, the last thing I wanted was this ghost... this kid, who had once been alive like me, to break completely. He probably knew himself that his old friends had unintentionally abandoned him, that could be the reason why this ghost-kid is searching for a friend. However a ghost and a living person can't be friends... how could they... if one of them lacked the ability to grasp solid things, sure we could play hide and seek, however, that might be a game where this ghost-kid might play dirty, the friendship would be over as quickly as it started... NO! That is not what should happen**
**By now my fear had totally vanished, replaced by only one goal: help this ghost**
"I know what to do" **I say, getting to my feet** "but... we need my dad's help and most importantly... his permission" **I say, the ghost-kid undoubtly might sense the secretive tone in my voice**
**Five years... maybe longer... that could mean... his friends had moved on... probably even... forg
The ghost kid watched you standing upright, tossing in mind every words spoken by you. It all sounded unclear for his young train of thought. The kid slid the paws on the floor before him, and with straightened elbows he bent his knees, then shot up. Now his tiny body was standing in front of you, the size difference was really noticeable, as you had to look down at him, and he up at you. "What do you want to do? And why your father is needed?", the ghost fox asked, the curiosity took a step forward before and covered the other feelings he felt.
The ghost kid watched you standing upright, tossing in mind every words spoken by you. It all sounde
"You'll see" **I say** "I just hope I'll be doing the right thing" **I say** "follow me"
**I lead the ghost-kid towards my dad's study** "By the way, my name is River" **I then say** "what is yours" **I ask** 'Hopefully he still remembers' **I think to myself, knowing that some people forget their names and other stuff about themselves once the move on**
"You'll see" **I say** "I just hope I'll be doing the right thing" **I say** "follow me" **I lead t
The kid's face expression turned puzzled. "I'm Adrien! I told you before... Didn't I?", the fox said, with confusion dancing in voice, already starting to doubt itself.
The kid's face expression turned puzzled. "I'm Adrien! I told you before... Didn't I?", the fox said
**I blush a little, rubbing the back of my head before looking away in shame** "S-sorry... g-guess it slipped... past me" **I mumble, my tail moving between my legs, mirroring my shame**
**I blush a little, rubbing the back of my head before looking away in shame** "S-sorry... g-guess i
"Oh, it's completely okay! I constantly forgetting things, so don't worry! We are the same...", he said, ending the sentence a bit subdued. He little shook his head to bring itself on track. "Soooo wanna to show me what you have in mind?", the ghost fox said, with paws intertwined before him shyly
"Oh, it's completely okay! I constantly forgetting things, so don't worry! We are the same...", he s
"You'll see" **I simply say before stopping in front of a large door, I give a knock and a gruffy voice calls out**
"Enter!"
**I open the door and once we stepped in, the ghost-kid could see a large drago covered in black scales, with a white mane and an athletic body sitting behind a large wooden desk, his back towards us**
"Dad, sorry for bothering you" **I say, my voice sounding a little nervous** "But... well... we have a visitor, who I'd like to help with one of your potions"
**My dad turns and looks at us, his eyes resting on the ghost-kid, the large dragon's face neutral**
"Tell me" **He simply states**
**I then tell him the story which the ghost-kid had told me**
"So... you see dad," **I say** "I... I want to help him"
**My dad looks at both me and the ghost-kid** "Well, that is one sad story" **he says, his voice taking on a softer tone** "I do have a potion, but it's the ghost's decision if he wants it"
**I turn to the ghost kid** "The potion my dad is talking about" **I say, looking a little nervous** "Is a potion that would resurrect you... then... then we could really be friends... and play together... but as my dad says: you need to willingly agree to it, we can't and won't force you" **I then wait for the ghost-kid's resonse**
"You'll see" **I simply say before stopping in front of a large door, I give a knock and a gruffy vo
The kid looked firstly at you, locking with his shiny green eyes on yours, holding the gaze for doze of time, trying to find falsehood in them, but he didn't. Something began to emerge out his eyes corners, it was a tear creating in slow pace, but gaining the value with every second you stare at it, until the translucent curtains fall down like a guillotine, tearing into pieces this drop of watery incarnation of unknown still for you feeling.
As the eyelids scattered in their own directions, his neck made the whole head move to the side, at the speed of two lovers dancing the slow dance of the night. His eyes found your father, you saw as his paws blindly found each other, starting sliding over each other, brushing the barely visible fur of untruth. When you raised the sight back on his face, she seemed to be tensed, lips hugged mutually in hard press, slightly curling into the middle, as if they were holding the words behind them. All of the sudden his jaw turned into running in small, but quick moves, and a moment later, you heard quiet sounds eliciting from his muzzle. He began whimpering, like a little puppy left on a freezing night outside the warm place, looking at male lizard, as if he was his home.
Like a beaten kit, he returned the gaze at you. His whole face gave the sign of brokenness, as the first tear ran away his eye. You see as his little snout parting at a hesitant pace, before the ghost voice finally spoke...
"I...I want....", the little fox mind couldn't believe what kind of happiness fell on him, putting the little ghost kid into a state, of sudden flooding out of the feelings, in now visible for your eyes the thick rivers, of incomprehensible happiness....
The kid looked firstly at you, locking with his shiny green eyes on yours, holding the gaze for doze
