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I waited for the other one to round the corner to her room before slipping silently out of mine. I strolled down the hall, my feet making no sound as I passed through the corridor. I stopped at where the library was.
I couldn't let them destroy me.
I went to the desk, where the spiritbook lay. I quickly flipped to the page I wanted.
And tore the page from the binding.
I crumbled it into a ball, and crushed it. It being technically spirit, it floated up in a now smooth, translucent orb and disappeared as it sank into my hand.
I chuckled softly.
They think they're so smart, trying to find more information about my kind.
But killing me won't be as easy as they'd imagine.
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GRADIENT
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I had a pounding headache the next night.
I almost didn't want to get out of bed, until Xyan told me to get up. Apparently he had something to show me, related to what had happened last night.
Which I didn't know was abnormal. I'm still new to this ghost thing.
We entered some kind of library, where Akhet was sitting at a desk, reading a book that looked surprisingly - how do I put this? - ghost-y. My assumption was that it was some kind of book that crossed into Limbo somehow.
But what do I know?
"Akhet decided to look through one of the spiritbooks to figure out what was going on last night," Xyan explained to me.
"I know I've been asking a lot of questions lately, but what's a spritbook?" I asked.
"It's exactly what it sounds like," Xyan chuckled, "A book containing a bunch of ghost-related information, only able to be read by anyone in Limbo. We don't know who wrote them, but they exist, and they're helpful, so who cares?"
"Ah. Got it."
"Anyway," Xyan continued, "We found something that may be related to you."
"Really?" I said, "What is it?"
Akhet slipped the book she was reading to me. It was open to a page (page 739, to be exact), and had... a lot of writing. As any book would have.
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I looked up from the book. "So... what does this mean? You guys are the older ghosts, you understand this better."
"To put it simply, you can go kill-mode anytime you like," Xyan said, "Which isn't necessarily a good thing, given the fact you consume the soul of any nearby dead person, as well as possibly already-dead people."
"Huh," I said. I see where this is going. "I wouldn't do that to you guys, though."
"You can promise that all you want," Xyan sighed, "You get addicted to it, like the book says you could... who knows what kind of mental state you'd be in."
"But I won't," I said, confidently, "I just won't switch to my killing state anymore. Easy."
Akhet solemnly shook her head.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, "Remember, you can't reach me with your mind or something like that."
"Let's just say..." Xyan said, "That she's been through more than the rest of us. Her best friend died with her, and became ritualistic at some point during her death trance. It all went downhill after the first full moon."
"Oh," I replied simply.
Akhet looked away, and the memory of a tear could be seen in her eye.
I looked back down at the book when I thought I noticed something - the edge of a torn-out page next to the one I was looking at. I pointed to it.
"What's this?"
Akhet looked over, and Xyan walked around the desk to see what I was talking about. His brow furrowed when he saw the page.
"Huh..." he said, "Don't remember that being there."
I looked at Akhet, who shrugged and shook her head. It hadn't been her, either.
Xyan patted my shoulder. "I'm sure Aiko just got a hold of it at some point. She may be a ghost, but her mind still acts like a five year old.
