“Okay. So. I died.”
“Yes.”
“and you forcibly brought my soul here?”
“You could say that.”
“to do what?
“uhh, stuff.”
“sigh… What kind of stuff?” {Please say buttstuff, please say-} Yet again, I find myself covering my mouth.
“...” She blushes but anger seeps from her furrowed brows. “Soul stuff, you’ll see later on. For now walk with me.”
She turns around and starts walking towards nothing.
“... Walk where?” Just as I said that, sparks fly in the distance. I look closer, and the sparks start becoming more intense. Color explodes from the sparks’ origin, traveling in every direction.
First came the horizon. From the color bomb, shades of red and orange slow down and eventually settle: forming a setting sun. After, came the ocean, then the sands of the moon shaped beach, reaching the trees at the base of the mountain.
The solid floor beneath the soles of my shoes slowly becomes softer.
I look down, soil creeps up from beneath the white floor. Plant-life begins to sprout around us: grass appears, flowers bloom, and a leaning weeping willow with red leaves, slowly grows away from the cliff, with its roots slightly hanging over the edge a couple meters in front of it.
She wriggles her toes and the blades of grass pop out between them. Noticing me looking at her toes, she leans forward to establish a little eye contact and innocently smiles.
{Beautiful…}
She blushes and looks away.
“I meant the sunset, the sunset is very beautiful!” I try to make an excuse knowing she read my thoughts.
“o- of- of course! I knew that! Ha ha!” She said while maintaining a fickle blush.
It truly was a beautiful sight.
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As she makes her way to sit on one of the low branches of the leaning tree she asks me, “Were you happy?” She takes a seat and looks back at me. I couldn’t see the face she made because of the blazing ball of light behind her, but I could hear the sullen tones in her voice, “When you were still alive, were you happy?”
I pause for a moment to admire the view once more, then I respond, “Yeah.”
She doesn’t respond, as if waiting for me to continue, but there wasn’t anything else I could say.
“What do you want me to say? I was happy, I had money, and the freedom to spend it. Whatever I wanted I could get. Wherever I wanted to go, I went. Whoever I wanted, I got. So yeah, I was happy.”
“That isn’t happiness. You had things, you were content. Were. You. Happy?”
The sudden frame change of the question startled me. I stayed silent, thinking about the question. Of course there were things I wish I could change, but I was never too sad about it. Then again, just because I wasn’t sad, doesn’t necessarily mean I was happy. It was the first time such a simple question jumbled my thoughts.
Silence loomed in the area as I stood deep in thought. Until, finally, I broke it, “Yes, I was happy.” I’m not sure why I lied, maybe because I knew I wasn’t sad. Pride maybe, I’m really not sure. But I could tell she knew I wasn’t being entirely honest.
“Okay, that’s fine.” She looked disappointed. The way her shoulders hung, the listlessness in her eyes, everything about her reaction really got to me. “I’ll be sending you to your first task.”
“Is it here? What? Do I have to find a diamond skull or something?”
“No, you have to save someone. I can’t tell you who, when or why. But you’ll be taking over someone’s body for a short period of time.”
“Taking over their body? Who’s body?”
“You’ll see.” After she said this she reached behind her to pull a familiar object out.
“WHOA! WHAT ARE YOU DOI-”
BAM!
This situation again. She pulled out the gun I was killed with and shot me once in the chest, then again for good measure. Two bullet holes could be seen near my heart, blood spew forward and covered the tips of her toes. The red on her pale white skin disturbingly looked attractive.
I fall to my knees with excruciating agony. Similar senses flow through me, everything around me darkens as I take one more look on her face… indifferent…
I couldn’t understand, I continue to stare at her, {Where did she hide the gun?}
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“Sir, I apologize for waking you, the Miss is here to see you again.”
To my surprise, again, I open my eyes. There’s an older man in a butler’s suit bowing with a towel in his hand. In front of him is a bowl of warm water. He has hooded blue eyes, white combed back hair, and a white anchor beard with an oddly defined handlebar mustache. His name is John, he’s 64 but looks 50, his wife died in the Westfurd Country of Magic’s Civil War 17 years ago, and has 5 children and 13 grandchildren. But… {why do I know this, in fact… where am I?}
[You’re in your new body.]
I jump to the side, startled to hear someone in my ear even though there was nobody but me and John the Butler in the room.
“Sir, are you ill? I can request the Miss to return to her estate for the time being.”
“No, it isn’t necessary, John, but thank you. You may leave the towel next to the bowl and please tell Miss Melona I’ll be with her shortly.”
“As you wish”
He places the towel down then makes for the exit. As soon as he closes the door behind him, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! NEW BODY?!”
[Sigh. You’re quite slow, you know that? This is your new body, for now.]
“ ‘oh, its your new body, for nooow~’ ” I mock her in the highest pitch my voice could muster. “The fuck do you mean ‘new body for now~’?”
[What do you mean “what do you mean?” I mean what I said. This is the body you’ll be using during your task]
“Wait… YOU FUCKING SHOT ME! How could you!?”
[Oh, man up, it’s the only way I could get you here. Also, you don’t need to talk aloud, you know that right? I can read your mind, remember?]
“You have to shoot me to get me here… I don’t eve-”
CRASH!
The double door to the room flung open revealing another familiar sight. I hesitate for a brief moment, “Miss… Melona?”
A woman stood at the doorway. Her father was the Duke of Hertford Dukedom. As a token of acknowledgment for my accomplishments during the Civil War, he decided to let me, an upstart chevalier, wed his 3rd daughter. I’ve yet to meet her, she was supposed to come in tomorrow at noon, yet here she stood. She wore a very extravagant Violet Layered Victorian Dress that fought for attention against her pale skin, silver eyes, and wavy brunette hair with blond streaks.
{What’s the meaning of this?}
[Meaning of what?] I could faintly hear her begin to whistle awkwardly, and could imagine her taking a sidelong glance.
Miss Melona looked exactly like a Deity I knew, save for the… well… melons…