At the end of the hall, sat a girl on one of the benches, tiny droplets slipping off her face.
The walls were like huge canvases that was painted with only white sad memories. It gave off a cold and harsh feeling inside. At the very end of the hall, was two huge transparent doors that blurred out the other side.
At the other side of the doors was Inn's father getting healed and Inn wasn't sure if that was the case.
She sat at the same position for a few minutes that she felt was hours. Every second, she had the thought that healers were struggling to heal her father.
If that happened, she wouldn't cry, she would instead find the person that did this.
The person in the cave. She wouldn't know that there was a person there if she didn't followed his father after his absence that Inn was concered about.
Inn followed the usual route that his father always used when he was going for a jog.
She stopped at a cave when she found her father lying on the ground, saying the same thing.
"She is the Moon," She covered her face.
His father was sent to the hospital, with help from Nie. Nie was a ghost, he was passing by and noticed the scene, he helped carry Inn's dad to the hospital.
"Hey, Inn,"
Inn turned to her eye to a floating rock. She blinked her eyes from the shock.
"A talking and floating rock?"
"More like,"-the rock exploded into a red baloon-"a talking and floating baloon!"
Inn's brows raised. The baloon bowed its head.
"Okay, i'll stop bragging now," The baloon popped and inside was a black-and-white bird.
Inn raised his brows more. The bird sighed.
"I'm Nie," He sat across from me. Nie? But Nie was a child ghost not an emotionless bird.
"I don't understand," Inn said. The bird flapped its wings.
"I'm Nie. The ghost you saw, earlier was a kid and that's not really what i look like. No one knows what i look like,"
"Because you morph to whatever you want?"
"My usual form is a kid but i'm a two thousand eight hundred and ninety three years old man who can morph,"
"We're the same age!"
"What? Oh, that's great!"
"By the way,"-Inn scratched her head-"If you're a ghost, how did you die?"
The bird was stunned before he blew up to a sliced watermelon. There were falling feathers left of the bird.
"It's a secret," The watermelon jumped. Inn had a feeling it's going to explode.
"I'd rather not want watermelon exploding," The watermelon dropped back down.
The glass doors opened. "Miss Inn?"
Inn shot up. "HEALER!"
"Miss Inn,"
