Chapter 17 Second Chances

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There we were, in an underground castle. Firrelol's home.

Everything at that moment seemed so bizarre. I had died, I was a ghost for a little while. Next some man drags me out of my harbor and changes me human again. Then I am their leader, and having that happen, more problems collapse onto the situation. And in the end we end up in a special spot underground that only about five people know about.

" Well," Firrelol said. "Would you two like to stay the night? It's dark outside  at this moment. If I could guess it would be about three the in the morning right now."

"Thank you, Firrelol. We would love to." Zayn said. Firrelol walked over the door and opened it. There were thousands of people here. All working and running and working and running.

"Uh, Firrelol? What is this place?" Firrelol looked at me like I was crazy.

"This, Ethel. This is the Center of our Kind! Everything about everything that has to do with everything involving us, is stored here. You see these people, these people are the people who work night and day to make sure that we will not fall. And one thing. These aren't people, these are ghosts. Ghosts that are waiting to be changed. Everyone who comes to us, or is taken; is kept here until we feel they disserve a second chance."

"A second chance," I said as we kept on walking through the running ghosts.

"Yes everything here is based of the idea of a second chance,"

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It wasn't long before we got to a special room called hospituim. The word labeled in gold letters on the heavy oak wood door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sorry for such a short chappie, mates! I have been super busy with other things. And thanks @kristieloves1D for all the nice and supporting comments you've been supplying my story with. Means a lot!

-Pancake

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