Spirit of the dead (RotG fanfic) On Hold

Chapter 1: pilot

The first thing I remember is the darkness, and it didn't scare me like it might have for some people. I feel compelled to look at the moon. It's shine down like liquid crystals. I look around there are people all around a grave yard putting flowers on them.

"Were am I? Who am I?" I say looking back at the moon like it's going to tell.

"Your name is Santa Muerte, and you are the spirit of the day of the dead." Says the moon softly likes talking to a scared animal.

I look at back at the people and realize the some of them are trance parent with like a blue mist around them. Their ghost I immediately think some of them are trying to touch their love ones. The ghosts come in different shapes and sizes, I see an old man trying to comfort an old lady by a grave the lady was alive. I see something that breaks my heart a family of four crying over a tomb stone with a little ghost boy trying to touch them. I see a door at the back of the grave yard that has swirls on forming a skull and I realize that I will have to open them soon.

I walk around looking at stuff when I see a mirror I look through it and my face was painted like a sugar scull, I have
Honey colored eyes with black wavy hair (pic☝) I'm wearing a red dress that goes to the floor with a big Mexican hat that the end reaches my mid back. I keep walking and reach a beautiful tree that has red rose on them I wave my hand near it and a small hole opens and a skeleton like dog hops out. I pick it up and it licks my face, I giggle and pull it away from my face its still waggling it's bone tail.

"Well hello there were did you come from." I coo at it " well I am going to keep you, hhhhmmm I'm going to call you Wishbone, yes wishbone it is." I say examining it. I put down the dog that now is following me. I learned pretty quickly that only the ghost's and people who believe in me can see me. I figured it would be a miserable and lonely life since my only company is a bone dog.

Little did I know my life was about to become a lot more intriguing when a white haired boy takes me to the North Pole.

Ok this is my first story tell me how I did.