Short Stories

👻🦖The Ghost Knight👻🦖

Warning: this story contains mature themes such as racism. You have been warned.

His memory was hazy. He didn't remember much about his past life. He remembered he was struck down at some point in the night near...well he didn't remember that either; it was hazy. However, he remembered its shape being either a square or a rectangle.

            He had no recollection of a face; however, he knew he was in her room when he died. And now...there was no body in her room.

It had to be her.

            Who else would be in her room at night? She would have woken up by the sound of his deafening scream as he struggled to stay awake, nearly poking himself on something sharp. In fact, he was impaled with something sharp: a sword. And who gives out swords? The reptilian princess, that's who.

Everyone else respected him but her. She...she always ignored him when he tried to protect her. It was his job, and yet she ignored him like he was nothing but dirt. So that's why she was his number one suspect. That's why he was looming ominously over her as he purposefully haunts her. It seems as if she was either ignoring him again like she did when he was alive or couldn't see him.

Can Princesses even see ghosts? Is she even smart enough to see one?

He follows her everywhere in the castle: the dining area, the training area where a friend of his and her sister were currently sparring, the stable, everywhere; except the bathroom. He refused to be that kind of knight.

Plus, who wants to look at scales? Disgusting.

In this world, humans and monsters got along pretty well. However, when the Knight was born that changed. Reptiles overthrew the humans and the world started all over again from the nice progress it had been doing as a democracy.

The Knight might be remembering this wrong, but he remembered when there was a President, a human king or queen, a representation of all things good.

Monsters? What good are monsters who make them their slaves? Sure they—

AHHH! She's already up the stairs!! The ghost floated through the floors with a smirk. Perks of being a ghost, Heck yeah.

He was just in time. She opened a book with a scaley hand, and the ghostly knight tried to read the cover before it was abruptly shut on him. Then again, he couldn't read, so he didn't even know why he tried. Not being able to read was a curtesy of the sudden dinosaur revolution.

            "Aww man," He complained. He really wanted to see what she was reading. "What a buzzkill."

"Shut up, Knight. You do realize I can see and hear you, correct?" The princess inquired as she put the book away. It read: How to Get Rid of a Ghost. The knight's heart jumped inside his chest. "Also, why are you trying to read a book? You can't read."

"I know what the title says," he rebuttals with rebellion. Though she taught him how to read that. "Are you trying to get rid of me? And here I thought you couldn't see me, witch."

            She didn't answer him, instead her gaze traveled to the window. What's so special about a window?

            So that's the game she wants to play, huh? She really doesn't want me around, huh?

            The Knight floated around the room, picking up a strange metal object, managing to not faze through it. "What is this?" He inquires. It was about the size of a sword, the Princess's sword. He put it back before trying to swipe the book out of the Princess's claws. She retracts immediately, teeth bare for him to see.