username: sapphirelion
name: Elintine (pronounced: el-en-teen)
do they believe in ghosts?:
I used to think that I was the only one who had a face like mine. Skeletal, leering, scary. No matter what I did, I could never get someone else to look at me without fear in their eyes.
One day it had just been to much for my little kit heart, and I ran into the deepest part of the forest near the small town I wandered in. I ran and ran until my legs couldn’t take it anymore and I fell, stumbling through the underbrush into a small body of water. The wet tang filled my mouth and nose when my face hit it first shocking me into backing out of the water to breathe. With tears steaming down my cheeks and my hair covering my face, I thought I was alone. That is until I felt a cool touch on my cheek, wiping away my tears. I didn’t want the loving gesture to stop so I didn’t push the hand away, in fact I leaned into it despite the coolness of its touch. It’s the warmest hand I have ever felt that wasn’t my own. As the tears ebbed in their flow, the hand moved to push back my hair and I panicked, trying to pull my head away before they could push me away in fear once they saw my face as many had done before.
The gentle hand stopped and sighed, “Child, I wish only to help you. I’ve already seen your face in the village and while they chose to shun you I couldn’t help but notice your beauty, why must you hide it so?”
I slowly looked to the pool of water to try and see what this voice was talking about. Beautiful? I didn’t understand what this person could have seen that literally nobody else would have chosen to acknowledge. I still only saw the face of a scared, and creepy, child. Feeling angry that this stranger would choose to mock me and follow me this far away from the village no less to do so, I moved my hair from my face and glared at the stranger, for once trying to look like the frightening creature people thought me to be. But I stopped for a skeletal face was looking into mine, concern edging its eyes and mouth. A ghost? I looked to the water again but only saw my own face and a slight haze next to me. It must be a ghost, but then why does it look like me?
The ghost spoke again to me, “Child, don’t worry, you aren’t dead like I am.”
Who said that I thought I was dead? Certainly not me!
But the ghost continued on, “This is just how we look when we pass on, we look more like bones in design.”
“Then why do I look like you? You’ve already said that I’m not dead, so what am I?!?”
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you?” This ghost was acting like I should already know the answer but seemed to realize that I really didn’t know it. “Your markings define your destine! Have you ever heard of anyone else besides you who could talk to ghosts? There has only been one besides yourself in the last 100 years.”
I sniffled and wiped a stray tear away, “Yeah, and who’s that?”
“You really don’t know? Well I suppose no one would have told you, but who else could it have been?” It waited as if hoping I would now know the answer, “Why it’s the Grimm Reaper dear, you are marked to take over when you have been taught by the current holder of that name. Isn’t that exciting!”
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