The Ghost of You

The Beginning - Death.

Atlantic Ocean
October 1855

Stars. a lot of them. the sky is dark as the depths of ones untapped soul. diamond-like orbs glittering the cold night sky. it was beautiful. always beautiful. the waves of the ocean are calm and blissful. this is evening is perfect. the sound of laughter and music reign the ship as we sail to new york. beautiful men and women gather in around, flaunting, laughing, flirting, living. they care for no tomorrow. they were living the moment as it is. champagne flows like river and the banquet is divine. as if like gods themselves were dining in such festivities. this all good and great but why do i feel empty? i have wealth and power. every woman looks at me like a god. but emptiness is within me. its consuming me like a void. i know for sure that i lack of something. love? maybe? i dont know. love is childsplay. but everyone desires for it. whether they like it or not. admit it or not. they want love....need love...

maybe im no different..well i am still man. i am a man. therefore im a weak yet i am strong.
the complexity of a human being. its confusing...

As the time pass, i grew bored. this party was getting duller by the second. well, for me it is. i have already encountered 4 drunk women and 2 very drunk men. all of them are beautiful. but theyre just empty shells. beautiful..empty shells. i put down my wine glass and walk to towards the deck. i need air from the ocean itself. the breeze was cold yet comforting. my dark hair slowly dances gracefuly by the kiss of the breeze. i look up and i saw orion. the suddenly a woman. a very sober woman came to me.

Goodevening my lady. beautiful sky isnt?

she did not spoke. only to stare at me. her eyes were..glimming. odd but enchanting..
i cannot read her emotions. she just stood there and watch me.

 mon-chéri..is something troubled you?

again she did not spoke. no words left her lips. her red scarlett lips.
then she slowly raise her hand..she walk closer to me. touching my chest..i felt a different warmth.
it was...uneasy...

i look at her hand then slowly at her face. she was beautiful...no wait..she is the most beautiful lady i saw on this ship. an enchantress. her mouth began to move. she opened it and mutter the most grim words that i ever heard of.

you will not live nor die. you will be eternal. an audience of death. for your soul will never kiss the gates of heaven nor scrape the pits of hell. you will not be bound by time nor the limits of your empty body. farewell my good knight. enjoy eternity.

everthing began to move fast after she said those words. and the next thing i knew. i was lying on the ships floor..bleeding..dying..

my body starts to fail me.. my hands..my legs.. my body turn cold. the i felt a sharp pain on my chest and i saw a slim dagger thursted deep inside me. i did not felt it a moment ago but it was already too late.

i look at her one more time. the witch. she smiled so innocently. the kneel down to me, so close that i can feel her warm breathe. and she began to whisper something.

My love, this is only a game to me. ofcourse i need a hero you know.. and you. you're perfect. you're uncautious. dapper. strong. stupid. hmp..like every other hero.. dont worry my love you're also a player in this game. all you need to do is appreciate everything you have now and let go of it...
and oh yea...if you want to win this little game of ours.

find someone worth living for.. even if its kills you all over again.

Then everything went black.

i was dead.
but i am not.

My God. what happened to me....

please help..

my name...i dont know my name.

who....am i.

help....