CHAPTER ONE.
The last thing I remembered was that I was struck by an arrow that had pierced me at the heart. The rescue attempts that my fellow warriors tried on me failed, and just as well, once it stopped, I silently slipped into the underworld, forever cut off from the world of the living.
I never knew that I would miss the sound of a heart-beat as much as I would miss the very simple task of breathing! My body had not even become cold than I found out that I had to fight for my very afterlife! The very instance I arrived, I was beset by several ghost warriors who were baying for my blood since I had not yet realised that my death had brought an imbalance and a sudden fear that had caused such a ripple in both the underworld and the world above!
I had to defend myself, and I had to do it quickly. I was on a mission to discover why my presence was the talk of the day. First of all, I had to gather weapons that I would need to fight off my invaders. The only problem was that I was not buried with any, (customarily, in my community, any warrior killed in action was to be buried with their weapons as a sign of respect and honour. In my case, I was not given that honour and the respect, so I wondered.), so I had to fight in order to obtain them. Secondly, you would think it would be easier to fight off very blood-thirsty spirits, you would be wrong! Interestingly, they can be held back for some time, or at least long enough to get their weaponry and amour in my case. The problem, however, would be when they awake again and find out that their favoured objects are gone! Just as well, if you've risked it, get a very good hiding place before you are caught!
Apparently, this was to be my life for one whole millennia, defending myself, fending for my very survival and constantly hiding from all my attackers. I made many allies who were supporting me and protecting me, and eventually, the whole underworld was split into two groups, those for me and those against me. What was to become of me? I was to eventually find out my ultimate destination and make a very powerful and greatest friend a ghost would ever want.
It all started during one of my hiding escapades. I happened to cross into the surface world and had found myself within the cemetery, where I met Skye Larke. He was visiting his friend's grave and had just finished laying the wreath of lilies that he had carried, when he looked up and caught me leaning behind a tree.
"Umm... can I help you sir? Is there anything you need? You look tired."
I looked around to see who he was addressing, but realised that we were the only ones in the area.
"Are you addressing me?"
"Yes. Who else could I be possibly talking to?"
"You can see me? You can really see me?" I doubted him, and so looked at myself to clarify that I was indeed a ghost.
"Am I not supposed to see you?"
Confused, I began walking around the place. His eyes were still trailing me, and this got me more confused and angry. I quickly rushed up to him, tackled him and dropped him onto the ground. I quickly removed my dagger and placed it on his neck.
"Who are you working for? Tell me! Zurk sent you to harm me you witch! Tell me your name, stranger or I'll kill you right now!"
