Nubivagant │✔

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Hands perched on the velvet, puffy, off white clouds, I craned forward, my neck probably in resemblance to an Ostrich's, for a better look.

Staring intently at the gold rimmed portal, I waited patiently for the swirling mist to clear out, giving a better sight of the happenings in the blue planet, far away.

"Shift aside girl!"

Of course. Can't these older spirits understand that monarchy doesn't exist anymore? Stamping authority everywhere they walk, huh?!

Sorry. We can't exactly move. Our form of locomotion was something similar to drifting.

Moving aside reluctantly, I grab a few puffs of clouds and stuff them into my ears.

At least I'll be liberated from hearing her 'difficulties and struggles' being the handmaiden of her 'arrogant' queen.

Huh. She's not arrogant at all.

Hearing a 'whoosh' from the portal, I push out the lady beside me and once more turned my attention towards the mist.

Seems like Thanatos had found his latest victim.

As the mist clears out, the silhouette of a young girl, around sixteen or seventeen years old, appeared in my eyesight.

On the terrace, curled up against the damaged wall was she, drowning in her thoughts.

She mirrored my state of about two hundred years ago.

When I was alive.

Feeling a pang in my heart, 'I' did something impulsive.

And I don't do impulsive cause that's what landed me here.

Sending a word to Thanatos that he has been called by the council, to discuss about the traffic of souls at our gateway, I momentarily distracted him.

Breaking the section thirty seven, clause ( i ) of the constitution for freelance spirits, I dived into the portal, my misty body carried away by the fog within it.

Floating through the cosmos with an unimaginable speed, I manage to be back to that place.

That place where ---

Interrupted by a sob, I drift to the crying, soon - to - be - dead soul.

Shaking myself out of the mist, I come into her range of vision.

Her mouth agape, I knew that she was having a 'once in a lifetime' moment.

I mean you don't get to see a glittering vapourised figurine everyday, eh?

Locking the terrace door, I take in a gust of air to calm myself down.

Except I can't do that anymore. As a matter of fact, spirits are not under the mercy of trees, H2O or O2.

"You are ... you are a ... a ..."

"I know what I am. And that's why my time is limited here," I told her, struggling to keep my form in this known but unfamiliar world.

"Okay. Let's start with this. What's your name?" I asked, trying to reduce the hostility I held for the human species. Especially women.

"Aayushi."

"And why do you want to jump?"

"Cause even if I did no one would be bothered!"

Does it make me 'ruthless and unsympathetic' if I say that I find her stupid? Well if it does then I don't care. She is stupid.