Me: I'm bored, and want to introduce my Symphonian next generation to our world of fanfics. Like them, hate them, I don't care. I love them and don't care if they're 'Mary-Sues or Gary-Drew's' I still have time to develop who they are, and fixate them to a standard of a person I know...

Braden: Whoa that actually touched ME the flirt of the group! Brava! Brava, I say!

Me: Ummm Bradie-Kun, when did I say you were allowed out of your grave? And be out of character at the same time?

Braden: Uh yeah...about that...being a ghost is b-o-r-i-n-g! I met Pop's dad, Exander, y'know, he doesn't float my boat. He's pretty boring all into botany and stuff and he actually had no clue whatsoever that I was his oldest and dead grandchild, and hardly spoke to me; I think he was more interested in the leaves on the trees of up there than me...and Pop's mom, don't get me started! It sucked! I wanna be your muse! Pleaseeeeeeeee? I ish lonely...

Me: Fine don't give me the 'eyes'

Braden: Okey-dokey then, The Nut owns nothing XD

Me: Do you really want me to sic my Inner Bitch on you?

Braden: No, I just give up now

Me: Good

I had sat there; my eyes were swollen, but open by a hair. I saw what looked like an innocent child probably five years younger than me clad in a light teal tank-top; black Capri's and wearing some Iselin shoes. In her wavy red hair was a plaid gray and teal ribbon. Her eyes were sky-blue and widened in horror as she screamed, shaking her head back and forth. That is, before the eyes lost the pupils, and she gave a scream in fury, ripping and murdering the desians that brought the fate I have. I swear the angelic-looking girl must be my sister, Ariella, but she wouldn't harm a fly. Absolutely never attack anything, whatsoever. But it was. I try to watch her more, but Purgatory grabs me, unfortunately, and I fall into a chasm of darkness. I feel a wave of nausea come over me as I hastily and hardly escape the demonic Purgatory. I tell myself to warn Ariella and get her to be happy with our last moments. I stare at my golden locks covered in the thick scarlet liquid draping over it.

I smiled. It took a load of my energy, I did it anyways. I was bleeding from my scalp. It brought me joy just to know I was alive and had these moments left. Ariella collapses on the soft green grass. I wish to crawl over and confront her, but I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my back. It becomes silent soon. Worries hit me like a brick Is she dead? Close to it? What if Mom and Dad never find her? What if? That was something I really did not want to know. But before I call out, I feel a Satan-like man, the corrupted side of Yggdrasil, grabbing at my shoulders and dragging me away. I hear him murmur in a soft and low voice.

"No, no not quite yet, he isn't dead. He has to be tested to go on to heaven or stay with me. Soon, very soon, it will be you and I child, working for me in the fiery depths of hell, helping me enslave others. Together, together we'll revive Martel like she wanted. Yes that would be nice... right child?" His sand-like blond hair hit mine. It feels disgusting, caked with dried out blood and dirt that feels like muck. His body on the other hand, is coated in blood, bones stick out in places they shouldn't, his organs hang out some, and some skin on one half of his body is ripped out. I give a seethe of fear and disgust. I don't know what's more grotesque- being touched by an undead psychopath, or actually seeing him face-to-face. Well, enough of that. Again, I'm dragged to Purgatory, no better than last and I see others readying for their departure to heaven or hell. I see a man that looks like me, a lot, but not completely the same.

His outfit is different, a blue suit with hard designs to figure out on it, boots that have black, silver and gold material crossing on each other, a black scarf with blue diamonds on it. His hair was molded into the same style I had but, longer and more like a halo-blond in contrast to my golden-blond. His skin was much tanner than my own, and his eyes were crimson. Ratatosk. He gave a glare and yelled.

"Augh! What?!What do you mean I'm going with Yggdrasil?!!DAMMIT! You'd better pray to Martel dammit...pray to her...pray for a damn painless death! Marta...I swear, I will kill you!" He rages, sending out a short blade, which vanishes in thin air. He glares and screams more. But, suddenly, he gasps and vanishes into thin air as well.

No. I'm next. No, no...No! Who's going to watch Ariella? What's going to happen to me?!I've done bad things, but I don't deserve this! Even if I was sick of life nipping me in the neck! It was cruel dammit! Cruel! I scream at myself, my slate eyes turning blood-red, as I'm blinded by rage.

My memory comes back. It's fuzzy, but it was definitely there, that's for sure. I feel awkward, this cool, yet soft substance touching my skin like a feather. Huh? Is that grass?!My eyes widen in surprise. I'm back from Purgatory? Am I allowed to live?!I give out a hoarse croak. I look down. I'm covered in blood still, my jacket's still on the grass from the impact of that desian's blow, I try crawling. Take a whack at what happens. It ain't workin'. I feel the world growing heavier on me as I struggle more, trying to survive as much as I can. I feel pain. It's much fainter. My heart feels like it's burning a little, but the pain isn't necessarily terrible or murderous as you people would think. The pain slips away. Slower and slower...no way in hell is that good. So, in my dying moments, I yell out to Ariella, who fortunately, has her consciousness back.

"Ariella, Sis, c'mere." Ariella stirred for seconds. But in a minute or so, she comes toward me on her knees and stares at me, her precious blue-eyes giving a gleam of curiosity. I hate destroying her innocence this way, but these things had to happen, like it or not. To keep her innocence as alive as long as I can, I give her a trademark one-of-a-kind Braden Drake Wilder grins, telling her,

"Oh my Sis, you look absolutely gorgeous! I'll miss you so much, but I promise, I'll visit from Heaven. I'm sorry, I failed you; I promised I wouldn't leave you. Never. But I am now. I guess my promise was too big of a burden to keep. I failed you as a brother, I'm sorry." Ariella gave me a dumbfounded blink as my smile grew weaker, my eyes grew droopy, and as I stroked her red hair while she sat upright. I waited for her to leave me, she didn't. It was her habitat here. I heard her sniffling faintly into my shirt when I stopped stroking her beautiful hair and ivory skin like a child. She knew it. No. I didn't want her to know I was dying, but she was too smart for me. I feel a claw at my shoulder and my eyes nearly fall closed while my heart's pulse falls dramatically. I manage to croak out my last words as sweetly as I can, but it won't do her any good, I think.

"I love you Ariella." My soul is slipping away. My eyes close by a mystical force. I fight and cling to my body. It's no use. Within seconds, my soul's is out now, and I can't stop it. I stare. Ariella is choking out words between her sobs, her arms flung around my stiff neck. She's crying about how it's her fault, being born, and how she didn't deserve me if she'd known this'd be fate. Crystalline tears are splattering over my shirt; if I was still alive I would be angry, now I don't care. I feel shameful for doing this to my sister. It storms soon, the claw grabs at my shoulders, I protest.

"When I'm buried, take me. I'm watching this now." The claw lets its grip go numb and I watch silently, my ghostly muscles not moving any. I hear Ariella crying more and I look down. I see two figures made out, Mom and Dad. Dad's red hair, currently in a ponytail, is soaked, his pink vest is unbuttoned and he sighs. His blue eyes roll slightly and close. Mom gives out a small cry of pain as she trips over a caterpillar, her blond hair flying. Dad picks her up and they make a faster pace, looking for Ariella probably. In a minute, Dad almost makes it to where Ariella is and calls out

"Ariella Angel? Are you out there? Please, somebody give me a sign that my two beautiful children are out here somewhere." Suddenly, Dad heard the faint reply of,

"Daddy, Mama! I'm over here!" My family united happily, for now. Dad smirks as he asks my younger sister,

"Ariella, where were you? Mama and I were worrying sick about you; now its nightfall...we better get home. So, what took you so long, Angel-Face?" Ariella's face grew paler as she choked out some whispers in Mom's ear. She grows faint and tells Dad. He twitches and grabs my corpse and my jacket. Both are slung over his shoulder. For the rest of the night, I don't see them, its early morning. I stare. Mom and Dad are burying me, lovely. Wait- my burial! The claw's going to expect me there. Oh joy. What hell am I gonna be dragged to next? I'll think about it later. I adjust my ghostly jacket and go over to the looming enormous Sakura tree in that field I'm going to be buried at. The claw's almost there. It's moving along slowly and faintly. But it's there. I hear Dad's voice again

"Ariella, why do you think Braden would want to be buried here?" He asks her silently, patting some dirt down, and putting flowers by my freshly fixed grave.

"I just have a feeling is all" Ariella puts a rose down. The claw grabs a hold of my arm, and then a honey-sweet voice talks to me.

"Braden Wilder, you aren't going to Heaven or Hell. You are going to Welgaia and are going to go colonize and become an angel while you work with them." I see a woman in place of the claw. She looks like the 'goddess' people call Martel. Her blue-green eyes blink at me and I give a sigh. I'm not going to forgive myself. Maybe, just maybe...Hell wouldn't have been so bad after all I give a silent chuckle and follow Martel while she flies off like a deflated balloon.

Me: Belch I've got eye-crust in here from lack of sleep. And I attempted at writing a point of view...

Braden: And she tortured me! Woo...

Me: Zzz...Braden if I drool grab me a cloth

Braden Will do boss!