So I don't own 7Ghost. If I did I probably would've given the ghosts more screen time...
Anyways. I don't own 7Ghost!
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Kapitel 1: prologue
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It's always the same. Every night he dreams of his father and of his uncle. He doesn't remember what his dreams are entirely about, but what he does recall are their faces and pure, pure, white snow and silver roses. He sees seven others watching him, speaking to him, but he doesn't hear them. He up opens his eyes jumping only to realize that he was dreaming.
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They wake up to each morning holding each other's hands terrified that if they were to let go of the other everything would vanish and they would find themselves back in that cold bone chilling darkness. They share the same dream always with each other besides the other five others standing besides them. They see a boy watching them, but he disappears before they can speak. There's snow in the dream but it's not pure snow-There are some silver roses growing randomly around the dream.
Somehow they both know that buried underneath this calm and beautiful landscape there is something, Someone, dark and evil waiting. Waiting to make their move.
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They know when the brats have that dream. They've both come to understand, and break down, the mask they wear. And while they too wear masks they don't need to with the brats. Each morning since the first day they received qui Rêve the both of them wake up early to make breakfast and make everything seem as comforting as possible. The annoying pest comes by too now more often than not. Sadly it is so, but seeing the smiles and relaxation of knowing that they are safe was worth dealing with a pest.
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She comes by often seeing the kids' haunted looks and their tightly gripped hands. It didn't take long for her to connect the dots on the first day. She comes by bringing the unhealthy sugary sweets that she knows the other two hate. She purposely pokes fun at them trying to relieve the younger ones of their dreams it seems to work and by the time she realizes it she's already moved in and is now officially part of this makeshift family.
Even though she has said she didn't want a family not after her last one she doesn't mind becoming an older sister for the kids. It's a nice feeling in fact.
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He wakes up in cold sweat the sun barely rising and the nightmare still waltzing around in his mind. He sighs and dresses getting ready for morning mass. He recalls the nightmare with perfect clarity sending chills down his back. He shakes his head and walks down the multiple staircases and hallways until he reaches a set of large broad wood doors.
He pushes the doors open making a soft screeching sound as they part. The beginning of morning light streams through the colored glass painting the church in warm colors of green, pink, and yellows. He pauses looking back the staring at a statue of the Death God Zehel. He scoffs before turning around and walking away.
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A soft voice whispers in the wind. A pristine feather dances within its grasp.
Fly to where the moon shines
Let my wings glide
Across this broken paradise
Show me where the sun will rise
Where there was warmth and love
Show me where the Eagles fly true
and free tonight
Fly to where the moon shines
Let my wings glide
Across the open sky
To where the seagulls fly to
Across the open ocean
Show me a shooting star to make a
wish come true
Tell me what it is you wait for in this
Lonely paradise
Where the moon shines cold and
bitter nights
What is that you wait for
A long time ago I used to know
the answer
but I've been alone
for the longest time
I've watched life go on
Day by day
I watched the Eagles
soar through the sky
I've seen the seagulls come and go
across the open ocean
I've seen a shooting star and wished
with all my might
I've stood here waiting, waiting for
that which was forgotten
My wings were silently searching for
the Hope of that Freedom
throughout this
endless eternity
I tried to fly
but my heart had been ensnared
by chains I made for myself
I watched the Seagulls come and go
across an open ocean
I watched the Eagles soar through
the sky
And I thought to myself
One day I will fly free of these boundaries
And Feel the warmth of the sun
sifting through my feathers
I will glide through an open sky
free of my worries
Until then I will remain here waiting..
...in this everlasting paradise with no end...