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THE GRAVEYARD SHOULD'VE set off alarm bells; then again, Hana was the curious type. She woke up in a cemetry sitting in a plush plum velvet chair, looking immaculate much to her surprise. Hana had a wine red lace dress on and matching heels; it kind of scared her, how at home she looked with the area she was in.
"You're stuck in the past Hana, you need to leave it." A voice said in a sad tone, like they were ashamed of her actions.
"How do you leave the past when the past consistently haunts you? Inform me; because the past cannot haunt those who are already dead, Ethan." She replied before standing up and flicking her wrist, the chair dematerialising as Ethan appeared - his two eyes staring at her with a lost smile on his face; Ethan looked much healthier than he did while he was amongst the living.
"I hurt you yes, but I'm here to warn you." Ethan answered, giving her a pointed look that practically screamed; 'Shut up for once and let me explain sis.'
"It's not a message from one of your dead buddies right that I killed by accident? You remember - the ones who mocked me and hurt me two years ago while you stayed silent." Hana remarked coldly.
"I've said I was sorry for that, don't bring that up again. Anyway, like I talk to them, I'm more than happy you killed them. Anyway, you will be tested soon sis, tested for whether you deserve to live or not, if you thought Lord Kro-" He took a sigh, not wanting to give the once Lord of Time the respect they used to give the cocky immortal, "Kronos was the end of the prequel. What's rising now...that's the actual story."
"Stop being so cryptic and tell me what's stirring! Tell me what took Hera and captured her because I can't help if I don't know! You left me in the dark last time Ethan; just tell me, you knew what happened when we kept secrets from each other, you knew how we ended up." Hana pleaded, taking his hand tightly, she was lucky her abilities allowed her to actually grab a ghost.
"You know I'm sorry after what happened but I gave my eye for a reason; that's nothing to do with this. I'm just telling you; be wary of those who you surround yourself with, those you knew back in the war are safe but newcomers are suspicious, they may not trust you at camp but don't trust your new friends so easily. I'm not telling you to stop talking to them completley but to be more vigilant for there's a lot in store for them and for you. You need to be ready to fight again; this time if you go without help, people will die." Ethan warned, gripping her shoulder tightly, he gave an apologetic smile when they remembered the war and what happened between them, how she followed him like a lap dog into hell.
"Please don't make me fight again; I lost you, I lost Dad because of what happened, I don't want to lose more of my siblings." She begged, he hugged her, even if he was a ghost Ethan wanted to wipe the tears forming in her eyes away and tell her she'd be okay but she wouldn't be, "Not again; the gods can deal with it. I don't want to see the bodies again, the screams still haunt me."
