The Secrets Behind Them

∆{Ghosts of the Past}♤

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It's morning, last night was...something. Aaron hasn't left me alone ever since my attempt at hurting Tahain. With all honesty, Tahain had it coming. I can't come up with why, but there is no way that he's a good person. Even if he is a good guy, he certainly is dangerous. Currently, I'm sitting with my knees to my chest. Aaron is sleeping with his head  on my arm. We're at the end of the hall, right next to Tahain's room and the creepy door across from it.

"Hmm...Arthur, stop moving your arm I'm trying to..." Aaron's voice fades into a groan as he falls back into a slumber. I roll my eyes, glaring at the shady door. I sense a large amount of emotional energy coming from it. Sonya and Aaron both claim to have been drawn to it, which disturbs me.

I scoot away from Aaron, waking him up completely. He straightens up his back, stretching his arms and legs. Little pops can be heard from his joints. He frowns at me, wondering why I'm crawling toward the gloomy room.

"What are you do..." He slows down, as if he's seen a ghost. "...ing." For a moment, I wonder if he's still shocked about my aura glowing so much. I'm practically a lantern at this point. However, he points at the door, pushing his feet against thr floor to move away from the door. I furrow my brows, noticing the panic coming from Aaron's core. "That's...that's a fucking ghost, oh my god!" He hits the wall furthest from the door, still pointing at the wooden door.

"Hey, dude, calm down, it's probably nothing!" I twist the doorknob, pushing the door open to find the torched walls and mess of a floor. Broken toys are scattered everywhere and there's a dried pool of blood. I fucking knew it. Tahain isn't a good guy.

"You just walked right through him and he looks mad, Arthur be careful." Aaron alerts me, which then I get pulled up by an unknown force. For a second, I come off the ground. I float off the ground with my eyes squeezed shut before landing on my feet gently. When I open them, I find a tall being standing beside Aaron. They're staring at each other, Aaron has his hand on my shoulder. That's right, Aaron was granted the ability to talk to ghosts.

"I haven't seen you in years, Aaron. I'm glad you survived the war, I'm sorry it even happened." The man sighs. He has pointed ears and white hair flowing below his waist. He has a cloth covering his eyes and pink markings  all along his face. An eye and some alligned dots. I don't even have to refer to the pallette of his clothes, all being silvers, pinks, and purples, to know who this guy is.

"Lucius? You're Grayson Nowell's father, right?" I blurt, getting two pairs of eyes widely staring at me. Lucius turns to me, stepping foward.

"You can actually see me? I thought only Aaron can." Lucius frowns, showing confusion. I look down to my shoulder, where Aaron's hand rests. Lucius brings his attention to it as well. "Ah, that makes sense. And yes, Grayson is my son...even if he doesn't consider himself to be related to me."

"This is random, but what power did Grace give you? It's weird that no one else knows what it is." Aaron questions me. "Lyra got time travel, I got ghost stuff, and Sonya got that body stuff. So what did you get?" I shrug, not really knowing what I got. Grace only "leveled up" my powers. She didn't give me anything new.

"All I know is that she made me stronger and that my change is permanent." I answer, pulling my hair back and clipping my bangs to my head for more visibility. "I don't know what I-"

I rest my hand on a dresser behind me, instantly collapsing. Before my vision clouds out into something else, I find my hands to be glowing brighter than before, the golden aura is mixed together with the teal glimmer of my one scyra eye. Then everything changes, I find myself in this same room, but everything is cleaner and newer.