A writing experiment, to take my mind off Moments of Levity, and to gauge interest for a different sort of story. This is a feeler intro chapter. There is a ghost movie called Always, with Richard Dreyfuss that I am drawing some inspiration from.
As always, all things belong to Kristen Britain. May her muse bless her and increase her writing speed.
He noted that it was pleasantly warm in the black haze that he seemed to float in. He could not remember why he had come to be here or really any other pertinent detail in his recent memory.
He supposed it was an idle dream, brought on by his usual nightly proclivities that followed a duty shift. The captain had warned him that his tendency to frequent the city taverns was not looked upon as a desirable habit for a King's messenger. Inwardly he scoffed; for young men had all sorts of unfavorable vices that Captain Mapstone found fault with. Having a drink with a friend, flirting with a pretty woman, and provoking Light Horse cavalrymen were all fairly normal pursuits for a male Green Rider. Really, there was no need to single him out at every occasion that he was caught.
A hushed whimpering caught his attention, his hearing catching the sound as it floated past. Part of his subconscious urged him to ignore it, but he persisted in listening for the soft cries. It seemed useless to try and use his sight to pinpoint its location but with his concentrated efforts, he began to make sense of his surroundings.
And it was, for lack of a better word, rather ghastly.
He was in a box. A stone, rectangular box that seemed to resemble a coffin. And he was not alone.
Although seemingly lacking a corporeal form, his consciousness shared the space with a battered and rather distraught Karigan G'ladheon.
