Long ago, a child lost her soul. Her soul was found by a evil wizard, who sealed it into a magic sphere. The yellow flame of the childs soul lit up the sphere and make it look like a ball of light. When the child came for her soul, the wizard casted it away and sealed it into the land.

"Your soul will never return to you now. You shall forever be cured with eternal life. Your loved ones shall die before you as you continue to live."

"Then I shall wait."

The Wizard laughed.

"You would wait many ages to find your soul. Even then it would never return."

"Then I would stay with my soul."

"You would need the luck of all to find your soul.

The girl stared at the wizard.

"While I live, you will grow older and pass on. You could not keep me from my soul."

"True as that may be, I can still seal you for as long as my magic allows."

The wizard sealed the child into a small temple as she wore a mask over her face.

"Yes you can, but magic fades with time."

With that many years past since the child was sealed. The Wizard did pass away after twenty years of looking after the temple. Soon the child was able to contact the one with her soul, through his dreams.

"Hello!" A tall man with blonde hair and emerald eyes with bushy eyebrow yelled through the thick fog. "So, you have my -." A voice answered. "Who are you." The man stood in front of the child. "I am -, what's yours?" The child sounded like a woman instead of a little girl. "My name is Arthur, Arthur Kirkland." "You can not hear some words I speak?" She asked, but it sounded like she already knew the anwer. "Yes."

"I am sealed. That is why you can not hear a few of my words." Arthur looked at her in surprise, "Sealed." "Yes, the only way I am able to speak to you is because you have something of mine." Arthur looked confused and before he could ask anything, everything flashed white. "It is time for you to awaken." The child smiled, "Do not worry, we shall meet again."

Arthur opened his eyes to the the top of his bed post. "That was strange." He didn't know why, but something was lightly pulling him to go somewhere. "I wonder who she was."

Me: How was that?

England: Strange child, strange.

Me: *Pouts* Your no fun

England: Says the one who spoke strange as an OC child.

Me: -Ignores by listening to Lollipop Luxury by Jeffery Star-

England: Why you.

Me: R&R Peeps and tell me if its good.