Castor was taking a stroll through the woods, looking for some downtime with mediation and maybe a chat with his twin sister. He trudged along the foliage of the forest, leaves were scattered everywhere. Each step he took made a soft crunching noise. As he stopped to look around the area, he noticed a clearing that had a flattop rock – it was perfect. He began to walk towards the clearing, aiming to sit on that rock. When he reached that he sat down and heaved a sigh. He removed his bag and placed his beside himself. Castor could hear the sound of the birds calling and the breeze rushing past the trees. Castor took a breath in and said “Now this is what I call rest in peace.”
After listening to sounds of nature, Castor pulled his legs in, crossing them over one another and rested his hands on each knee, palms pointing to the sky. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, and then a deep breath out, then a deep breath in, then a deep breath out. His breath cycled over and over, becoming slower and deeper as time passed. He listened to the air rushing into his lung, filling them with the air that gives him life, and rushing out to prepare for the next breath. Castor visualized his sister’s face; this was easy however, because they were almost identical. As her face slowly filled his vision, Castor could feel he was exiting his body.
Castor opened his eyes within his own mind, every direction he look there was nothing but darkness. Within Castor’s mind, he felt weightless as if his body could just float away and sink at the same time. Castor always found it odd that when he enters this state, clothing never transferred over, but he got use to it over time. Suddenly Accalia faded into existence, her eyes were closed and her hair was spread out and was slowly drooping down. Her eyes slowly open and her soft lips began to move. “Long time, no see, Zith-bile” She said, mocking Castor. Castor gazed upon with eyes that would cut a lesser man’s soul. He took a deep breath in a said “Back at ya, Jamoura-face”. The twins laughed out loud and gave one another a hug.
“I see you’ve been studying hard” Accalia said, crossing her arms with a smile. “Mhmm, while you goof off.” Castor said, teasing Accalia. “Gee, I study too…” “Mmm? What have you been studying with in my head?” “How… um… ghost…. communicate… how… um… ghosts communicate, yes that’s it, communication.”
The twins chatted for a while, mostly about what they think, because even if a twin is inactive, they can still see what the other can see. The two shared words, jokes and discussed about life. Accalia asked if Castor wanted to take a break and if she could surface, Castor agreed. The two continued talking until something disturbed the meditation. The sound of screams echoed within Castor’s mind and Accalia’s vision began to white out.
“Ahhh!” Accalia gasped for air as her mind flooded into the body prematurely, this gave her a slight headache that slowly subsided. “What’s going on?” she said as her breath returned. In the distance, she could see two people running for their life, screaming out the words phantom and ghost. Accalia heaved a small sigh, “first few seconds in this body, and I’ve got work…” she thought. Accalia untied the blue ribbon around her neck and began pulling her hair back, tying it into a ponytail with the ribbon. She picked her bag up, pulled up her hood and began venturing towards the commotion.
Accalia saw a traveller’s shelter, and assumed that this ‘phantom’ was in there. She travelled towards the building and that’s when she heard the giggles of a small child. However, these giggles weren’t normal. The sound echoes in a haunting manner and the area was slightly chilled. “Yep, phantom.” She said to herself. She opened the door and entered the building, there she saw a greedy little girl picking up and sorting through various items.
The girl was dressed in white lacy clothing with blood stains, and wore ribbons in her hair along with a floral headband on her head. Her hair was silver, just like Accalia, except hers was far superior in length. Accalia looked at the girl with her odd coloured eyes, and cleared her throat, getting the ghost’s attention. “Who might you be, dear?” Accalia said, looking softly into the ghost’s eyes. By the way the ghost assumed it form and clothing, Accalia assumed that it would best to treat her motherly. |
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