Ok so the last thing I should be doing is start another series so I think this is just a weird one-shot thing
So, um. Enjoy? If you read I beg of you to leave some sort of feedback
"Carter!"
A pale, teenage, brown-haired girl slammed hard into a wall with an audible crack! after screaming the single word, and the breath is knocked out of her chest.
The scene shifts, now showing the same girl, minus a few years, looking up at an ominous but unknown figure, olive green eyes shimmering with terror.
"I-I'm sorry-!"
The scene changes again, and the girl is looking up at a man with silver hair and steel blue eyes, their coldness shattered by a warmth for the smaller girl.
"I'm- I'm not cut out for this. Y-you of all people know how unstable I am."
A hint of a smile lingers on the man's face.
"Yes, you may be unstable, but you are also rather brilliant-"
The girl's face twists in disagreement,
"-and you are kind, agile when you need to be, know very well how to defend yourself-"
"-crack easily under pressure, clumsy, can't make split-second decisions."
She had interrupted him, then his face morphed followed by the whole area.
Now she was running, nearly tripping, feet barely touching the greyish-green ground, covered by faded, dark purple plants, curling around her feet.
Blood dripped down her side, and a single drop made the purple fern shudder and shrivel up.
"You can run, but you can't hide, and you can never escape~"
She tripped, fell on her hands and knees, the rough ground scraping her ivory skin as the plants curled around her and slammed her into the ground with surprising strength.
Crying out, the last thing she saw before she blacked out were familiar black tendrils that weren't just her fading vision creep around her.
Suddenly, she was in the arms of a violet-eyed and cerulean blue-haired boy, holding her awkwardly.
"Sorry, sorry, you're okay now, Scar."
All of the images and clips swirled in the elder half-ghost's mind, including more flashes of the girl and other unfamiliar faces. His fingers were laced together tightly, and his steel eyes were shut.
Vlad Masters was sitting tautly in a certain time ghost's lair, and the much known Clockwork was hovering near him, projecting the images into his mind.
After the last view, he stood quickly.
"What does any of this have to do with me?" he snarled, glaring sharply at the other being.
Clockwork almost smiled.
"You shall see soon, Vladimir. The girl will make an appearance approximately two years from now."
The ghost paused.
"When you do see her, things will be different between Daniel and yourself. I ask you to go easy on her; even by now she has been through much turmoil."
And that is how Vlad Masters found himself pacing in his study, wishing to know more. His thoughts lingered on one thing the ghost had said.
"I'm afraid only time will tell. Now go home."