"What did you say?!" I took a step closer, cutting him off... He stopped speaking for just a moment to let me say my part. "You said I could return back to...?" I became confused for a moment as I didn't understand what he had meant.

"You may return to the world you come from and get a second chance at life," the man said. I stood up, feeling more confident about my situation. There was hope after all.

"So it is possible for me to go home?" I reiterated just to be perfectly clear what this man was saying is true.

"Yes." He spoke again, his tone extremely serious. I was inclined to believe him. I had no other choice. I wanted to get home and in order for that to happen, I needed to trust this man, this cloud of energy, whatever this thing was. I needed to trust him. I didn't like it. However, I don't have any other choice right now. I stood my ground, with my hands on my hips, looking up at this man.

"Tell me what I need to do to go home," I said. His masked face moved down to my eye level. He studied me. I wanted to cover up but it didn't feel like he was looking at my body.

"Blighted One, the journey ahead of you will be tough." He stared blankly at me, as if seeing into my soul. His voice lacked emotion. "Your soul resides in this cemetery. To return back to life, you must retrieve it before it loses its light."

"Where can I start looking?!" I said impatiently, crossing my arms in a hurry.

"Before you continue, I have a few things of importance for you." He spoke with no concern, as if he didn't actually care about my well-being. A hand came through the dark energy ball of the man in front of me. It was covered with a plate gauntlet. It held a jumble of clothes and trinkets. He placed it in my hands.

"You may get dressed." He said as his mask covered face disappeared from the ball of energy. I reached out to touch the ball of energy, but it was as if it wasn't even there. My hand went right through it. Quickly I got to putting on the clothes. I pulled out the first article, it was a tattered dark gray pair of linen sewed trousers. I slid them on and the linen sewn socks that came after it, as well as the grey leather boots. They all fit perfectly, somehow.

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"No color?" I said out loud.

"Color does not exist in this realm." I practically jumped out of my skin. I heard the voice of the man from before, but his mask didn't return. It was almost as if I could hear him from all around me. I found the lack of color fairly obvious, but it was still quite odd.

"Uhm. Thanks." I said, feeling slightly awkward. "What do I call you?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Names are unimportant. For if you die, and we never meet, I wish for neither of us to care. So we shall only speak on terms like this until we meet, Blighted One." Whenever the voice spoke, it seemed like he was speaking in tongues. I couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Blighted One?" I asked, casually sliding on the black long sleeve shirt that was in the pile.

"The Blighted Ones come here when they die, cursed to roam this realm until their soul is found." The voice said, still echoing through my head as I sat next to his figure. "If they don't find their soul, as many do not, they slowly lose their humanity and become a desolate undead."

My jaw dropped. I could lose my mind? My heartbeat started to increase and I could feel it in my ears. I shook my head, holding onto the hope that I could return home. I was still highly suspicious of this strange man.

"Spooky." I mocked him, angry that this would be extremely challenging.

"This is serious," he barked, his voice faded from my mind in the middle of the sentence. His mask reappeared. "You could lose your mind forever, so it's imperative that every move you make is taken seriously." The way he spoke still barely made sense to me. I picked up the steel made long sleeve shirt.

"Chainmail?" I said. "What for?" As I spoke another gauntlet came out of the energy. My eyes widened as I noticed what he was holding.

"A sabre?" I asked, staring at the well crafted fencing sword in front of me. It was sheathed so I could only see the hand guard and the handle. The handle was wrapped in leather while the grayscale hand guard was strangely designed with two twirling dragons pointing away from the blue gem that lay in the center of the blade.

"Why can I see the blue?" I questioned, taking the blade from his hand. As I gripped the handle I noticed that it was lightweight and sturdy.

"The blue gem is crafted from a very powerful ice crystal. It matches your school of magic." The man said calmly.

"Magic?" I laughed. "Are you saying that things like wizards and sorcerers exist in this cemetery? That's absurd." I rolled my eyes and placed the Sabre at my side, hooking it into my belt.

"You will soon learn that this world is very different from the one you come from." The man's mask looked down at the pile of trinkets I hadn't touched.

"Is magic an all powerful source that makes me some beautiful goddess or something?" I said mockingly at his words.

"Magic can only be combated with Magic." he stated. I ignored him but remembered this statement.