The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Mia the soul keeper

I know I said to some that a Grayson x Mia story would be next, but I'm having trouble with it, and this idea has been eating away at my thoughts for the past few days. I hope you enjoy! (Why can't I write anything without angst?)
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The dark clouds accompanied my tears of distress and anguish that streamed down my face. The smell of blood and decaying flash made me want to puke. The burning aching spread throughout my body as it shook and wheezed in despair. I held the soil in my hands, digging my fingernails into the dirt as I tried to hold back my sorrowful cries. The red color of blood was splattered and pooled on the muddy ground, being washed away by the rainfall. How could this have happened? How could I have just sat by and let it happen?
I peered around the bolder I hid behind, seeing the mercenary horses galloping away, with the riders cheering of their great victory. My teary eyes forced themselves to gaze upon the massacre. The bodies of mercenaries laid there, and the body of the assassin. He went against the empire and tried to help us in the end, but his blood was shed and he parishes in attempt to save Grayson's life. Despite his noble sacrifice, it was in vain...for the ex-commander had perished in the mist of the chaos.
His body laid in the mud, but his head was gone. Decapitated.  They must have taken it as a way to prove that they had finally killed the notorious dragon egg thief. His body was also filled with arrows, soaking all of his clothes in his blood. I choked on the screams in my throat. No. This can't be happening.
The assassins body was stabbed in the side. He had tried to protect Grayson to prove that he was still a friend. His mismatched eyes remained open and glazed over. Blood pouring out of the wound and his mouth. Drake's lifeless body was a few feet away from Grayson's, lying in a pool of his own blood. His backpack was ripped open, with its contents spread everywhere around him. His eyes were closed, with his nose bleeding and blood dripping from his lips. A large stab wound was on his chest, close to his heart that no longer made a single beat. I fell to my knees in anguish. They're all dead...and I could have done something to prevent it. Why did I hide? Well, I had run out of arrows and my blade had snapped in two, but why...why didn't I just grab another weapon off of one of the corpses? Why am I so nieve?
I put my arms onto the ground and put my head on the mud, no longer being able to hold back my tears. I sobbed, my eyes becoming sore and my mouth getting dry. They're dead... They're gone...and I can't get them back. They had become everything to me, and now they were gone! What other purpose did I have to serve in this world? I relied on them; becoming the only people I trusted in this h***ish life. Now Grayson and Drake were gone. I didn't want to grasp onto that fact. I kept scratching and clawing at my skin, trying to wake myself up from this nightmare, but I never awoke to a blissful morning. I only opened my eyes to find myself right back where I was;  by the dead bodies of my best friends.
Suddenly, I heard a chiming noise like a bell. I looked up, despite my sorrows, and letting my curiosity get the better of me. I looked in the noises direction, and gasped. A green light shined on Grayson's body, slowly rising up, forming into a tiny ball of green light. I knew that shape, and it's appearance. It was a light spirit. My eyes widened as I felt at a loss of breath. Realization struck me.

"G-Grayson?" My eyes teared up again, quickly letting my tears flow down with ease.

I lifted up my hand, reaching out to Grayson's spirit. I could barely see through my eyes clouded with tears, but I had no doubt in my mind that this was a light spirit; that it was Grayson. My breathing was unsteady, and my limbs shook. I don't want it to fade. I don't want them to leave me. My attention was drawn away from it, when I heard another chime. Out of the corner of my eye I saw yet another light. I looked at it, seeing an orange and lavender light forming into a light spirit that hovered over the assassin's lifeless form. They both flew over to me, flying around my head. I lifted up my hands, letting them fly around them, as their color began to dim.