A/N: Hello! Im back again! Man, do you people ever get sick of me? Hahaha... so anyway... Im back to write a story about my ALL TIME FAV. video game... Folklore, enjoy! :D

Chapter 1: The Young Woman... The Young Man... That I met on the Cliff of Sidhe...

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That sound filled the "office" of Keats, an occult magazine reporter. This was typical for him, during the day he typed what he could on his type-writer for an article in the "Unknown Realm." But by night, he was a messenger of the Netherworlds. He went to "gather information" but we all know that he went to help, help is what he did. But he always denied it. It was simply research. Research that had been going on for 3 years...

... ping!

The sound of Ellen's spoon hitting a cup full of tea. Ellen's days have been quite "normal" if you could say traveling back and forth between the Netherworlds and the village of Doolin, was normal, then yes, they were. During the day, she talked to the villagers who weren't all gloomy and decided to actually come out their house. She played piano, every few days or so. Also she helped with the gardening, just to pass the time. Ellen was a night person. She, like Keats, was a messenger of the Netherworlds. She had no real purpose but to bring spirits peace, if there was such a way. Her life has been like this for 3 years...

"I think I need to take a walk... I need to get out." Ellen said out loud to herself. She slowly rose from her place at her table, making her way to the door. Her mind was filled with things that she didn't want to have inside. Her mind was filled with events and information on not only Doolin but the Netherworlds as well. She needed to release it somehow. Maybe taking a walk would help? Where to though? She'd been to every place in the village of Doolin.

"Well, I will just walk around the entire village... I guess." Ellen said exiting her hut. The village needed something, it was always so gray and gloomy, of coarse you know it's called the village of the dead, but seriously... If there was some sort of color around, maybe the villagers wouldn't be so depressed. Ellen thought to herself.

She began her walk by going down to the henge. Nothing in particular about this place was "special" to Ellen, but she figured it was a good place to start. She stood there, momentarily. Trying to see if there was anything she could "release" here. Nope. Not a damn thing.

"Oh well... I guess I'll have to try somewhere else then." Ellen said.

Ellen began walking. Where to? Where ever she felt was comfortable, she went. Maybe I should try up by the light house... that's where the Netherworld portal shows up... so maybe I could get rid of some thoughts here? Ellen thought to herself.

Keats sat in his chair, fingers on the type-writer, and nothing was happening.

"Damn, writers block! I don't have time for this nonsense. Maybe, I need to get out, and do something... That might make something turn up." Keats established. Keats rose from his spot and walked to the door. He stepped outside of his "house." Not realizing that Ellen was walking past on the other side of the pub. He walked to the pub. A very short distance. Keats wasn't one one to drink, but maybe a beer would help. He entered the pub. Keats wasn't used to it being so quiet. Then again, it wasn't night and the half-lives weren't around. The pub was practically empty.

"Coors Light, please." Keats said, waving his hand at the bartender. He nodded in response. A moment later, he returned with Keats' beer. Keats thanked him a handed him a $5 bill.

"Keep the change." Keats said calmly. The bartender just nodded and went on to clean some cups that had obviously been cleaned 5 minutes ago. This shows how "active" the village of Doolin is. Keats sat there, sipping his beer. He wasn't used to the taste. He drank tea pretty much all day every day, unless he was writing an article, then he drank coffee. Finally, he was done. He said goodbye to the bartender and left.

"Where to go?" Keats thought out-loud. Where was a good place for him to start? I think I will start at the henge. Keats thought. He began the short walk down to the henge. Once he reached the spot, he remembered talking with Belgae, the faithful half-life, who helped him, and gave him information on the ways of the Netherworlds. With very little memories stirred up, Keats decided to leave.

"Where to go next? I can't go to the pub... well the other pub until later... Hm? Let's go to the Lighthouse. Shall we?" Keats said, kind of talking to himself. He began walking noticing Ellen coming from the way he was going. She noticed him, and quickly looked away. Almost as if she had something to hide.

"Hi Keats. How are you?" Ellen asked shyly, grabbing her mother's locket.

"Hello Ellen. I'm fine, just taking a break. And you?" Keats said while adjusting his glasses.

"I-I'm good... Tired, but good..." Ellen said, making her voice more into a whisper by now.

"Well that's good. I guess I'll see you around sometime. Good-bye Ellen." Keats said, waving his hand and advancing.

Ellen stood their motionless. Only for a moment, but still. She finally decided to move.

"I'm going to the Cliff of Sidhe." Ellen said out loud not realizing it.

She began her walk to the Cliff of Sidhe.

I wonder what was going on with Ellen? She was acting quite shy, well, compared to her usual self. Hmm... Keats thought to himself. He approached to lighthouse. The portal was, of coarse, not there right now. But Keats went to the spot where it usually appeared at night. He stood there, taking deep breaths. Inhaling the ocean air. He imagined the Netherworld portal in his mind. Then suddenly... Ellen appeared in his head.

"What the hell?" Keats said opening his eyes. He looked around to only find Ellen nowhere in sight. "What...? How...? Why..?" Keats couldn't find the answers to these questions, or rather, he didn't want to. He couldn't possibly... no.. never... Could he?

"No!" Keats shouted out-loud. "I couldn't possibly.. ever... have... NO!" Keats had decided that was enough here. He left. Making his way to his final destination as of now.

"The Cliff of Sidhe..."

The wind began to pick up slightly. The sun was descending in the sky. Turning the sky various colors of orange and yellow, which rarely happened in Doolin. Ellen was leaning against the side of the arch at the top of the hill. Staring outwards, letting whatever she could flow around in her mind. Her breathing was calm and collected. She was finally, in some way, relaxed at the top of this Cliff. With everything under the sun moving around in her head, she stopped at one particular "clip."

-Flashback-

"Excuse me?" Keats asked the blonde girl standing in front of him.

"Wha?" Ellen asked, shocked to see anyone behind her.

"Are you the one who telephoned me?"

"Who are you? Why would I...?"

"Hm.. Perhaps not. What about the lady over there?"

...

"Hm?" Keats said adjusting his glasses, moving forward for a better look.

The woman had fallen sideways, on the edge.

"Mother!"

"No! Don't touch! She's dead, we have to call the police!"

"Let me go!"

*bright light & wind*

Both Ellen and Keats gasp.

"Mother!" She runs to the edge of the Cliff. "My god! Someone! Someone please!"

Ellen runs away, leaving Keats alone on the Cliff.

"A murder in the village of the Dead? Tell me this is a joke..."

-Flashback End-

Ellen was brought out of her memory by a familiar voice.

"It's beautiful, the sky... What do you think?" Keats said putting a hand on Ellen's shoulder.

She jumped slightly, being frightened.

"Oh, yes... very much so..." Ellen turned her head, hiding her blush from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry for scaring you Ellen."

"OH! No, it's okay!" Ellen said smiling weakly.

"So, what's brought you here?" Keats asked, cleaning his glasses.

"I was about to ask the same thing about you, Keats." Ellen replied, looking at him.

"Well there has been some things on my mind lately, and damn writer's block has really gotten me in a bind." Keats said returning his glasses to his face.

"Like you, a lot has been on my mind lately as well." Ellen said with a deep sigh. She placed her hand on her face for a moment.

"I know I'm not a psychiatrist, but... Ellen you look very tired, and upset.. Everything alright?" Keats asked.

Ellen slowly removed her hand from her face. He's wondering if everything is okay? Since when did Keats get involved in my life... like this?

"Ellen? Hey.. Ellen? You alright?" Keats asked interrupting her thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... Um..." Ellen's voice trailed off.

"Is everything alright?" Keats repeated.

"Well, yes... and no..."

"What's wrong Ellen? Did something happen in the Netherworlds?" Keats asked. Why am I getting so involved? He thought to himself.

"Yes and no.. again."

"Elaborate Ellen."

"Well, I have this feeling, or rather I have had this feeling..."

"That?"

"That something is going to go wrong, in the Netherworlds."

"Like what?"

"Im... not exactly sure, but Im worried."

"Is that all?"

"My 23rd birthday is tommorow, and I was hoping to do something special with family, or someone...but... I dont see it happening."

"Dont you know, like everyone in the village?"

"Yes... but... celebrating my birthday with them.. would just be weird.. Wouldnt you agree?" Ellen asked shyly.

"Ellen, my 23srd birthday happened a while ago, well, not that long ago but.. thats beside the point. What I'm trying to say is... I guess I do agree."

The sun was almost completely set by now. The sky was turning to a blue hue. Time had certainly gone by fast. It was colder now, making Ellen slightly shiver.

"You should get home Ellen. Your shivering."

"Wha? No... Im okay, really!" Ellen said blushing.

"Come on. Lets go. Im sure the half-lives are at the pub. Want to stop by?" Keats asked gesturing towards himself, as if to join him.

"Umm... sure.." Ellen said with her face turning a brighter shade of red.

"Good, now let's go. Shall we?"

"Y-yea.."

Ellen and Keats walked down from their place on the Cliff of Sidhe to the pub. And indeed, the half-lives were "awake." The lights shone through the glass. Keats opened the door, and waved his hand, letting her enter the pub first. They sat at an open table, soon being greeted by Scarecrow and Belgae.

"Uwee wee. How are you Ellen?" Scarecrow asked.

"I'm good Scarecrow. And you?"

''Uwee wee. I'm good..." Scarecrow said, kinda tripping on air.

" He's a little drunk, if that's possible. How are you Keats? Haven't been in the Netherworlds in a few days."

" I'm good Belgae, thanks. Ellen nor I have been in the Netherworlds lately."

"Let's just say my mind is pretty busy right now..." Ellen said after Keats finished.

"So what brings the both of you here tonight then?" Belgae asked waving his invisible hand back and forth between Ellen and Keats.

"It's not like that!" Both Ellen and Keats said simultaneously.

For the next 5 minutes Belgae and Scarecrow kept implying that Ellen and Keats either were together or should be. Finally Ellen had enough embarrassment, she got up and left the pub with out saying a word. Keats rose from his chair after her, "Ellen!" Keats turned back towards Scarecrow and Belgae, and gave them a glare.

She walked down to the beach. She plopped down in the sand. Her face was turning to it's original color. Can I really have feelings for Keats? I met him 3 years ago, and yet, when we talked earlier, it felt as if I knew him forever. He talked to me as if... ughhh.. I don't know what to think anymore... I guess, I could.. possibly have feelings for Keats... But... What if he doesn't feel the same way? I'm going to go "home" and sleep.. maybe that will help.

"There you are Ellen! Are you okay? What happened back there?"

"Nothing... I'm going home. Goodnight Keats." Ellen said as she left, brushing her arm against Keats as she passed him. She hid her face.

"O-ok..? Goodnight Ellen?" Keats said.

What's her probl... Oh.. I see... She must have been embarrassed. Does she have... feelings.. for me? No.. not possible. Do I have feelings for her? NO! I.. don't have... but... I'm not going to think of this now... Sleep! That's what I'm going to do, sleep. Keats thought to himself, while leaving the beach.

Keats lay down on his couch, with his glasses off, he places his arm on his forehead. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. His eyes remained shut until the image Ellen popped up in his head. He opened his eyes and shook his head. He tried once again to fall asleep, but it wasn't working. Finally Keats began to think of his old home. Back in the city. And soon enough, he fell asleep. Not realizing he soon dreamt of Ellen.

Ellen went and laid down on her bed. She needed some rest. She covered up with her blankets and shut her eyes. Keats kept appearing in her mind. Damn! Will it ever stop? Ellen thought. She shook away the images of Keats and attempted sleep again. She drifted off, peacefully, thinking of the stories her mother used to tell her. Not realizing she soon dreamt of Keats.

Both Ellen and Keats slept for most of the night. Not stirring once. The night was quiet, the air was getting cooler, meaning winter was coming. Ellen would be 23 tomorrow. And Christmas wasn't too far either.. Stars covered the clear night sky, a once and a blue moon event in Doolin. The sun rose around 6:30 a.m. in Doolin. Waking up most of the villagers. Around 10 a.m., Keats awakened from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes. Slowly getting up, he grabbed his glasses off the side table. He cleaned them and put them on, along with the rest of his clothing. Groggily, Keats walked over to to a little "fridge" and grabbed something to eat. After cleaning his teeth, and doing nothing with his hair, he decided to... sit down at his typewriter. Nothing came to mind, except, Ellen. He couldn't stop thinking about the conversation they had on the Cliff of Sidhe last night. He sighed loudly and began typing his exact thoughts.

Ellen had awoken to the sound of a crow on her window sill. She was now awake for the remainder of the day, no point in trying to go back to sleep. She got out of bed and slipped on her clothes.

That's right! It's my 23rd birthday today! Oh, yea.. but nobody to celebrate with... Ellen was brought out of her thoughts when someone knocked on her door. She opened the door, only to find a letter addressed to her.

Dear Ellen,

Good morning. Follow these instructions, please:

Meet me at the top of the Cliff of Sidhe tonight at 8.p.m. I have a birthday present for you. Hope to see you later then. And P.S. wear warm clothing, its supposed to get cold tonight...

Signed,

Keats

With that, Ellen blushed a bright red.

"Why would Keats want to do something for my birthday? And atop the Cliff of Sidhe of all places too!" Ellen said out loud. She wasn't angry or sad that she could have company on her birthday anymore. She had Keats...

A/N: Sooo? How was it? Chapter 2 will be up soon! R&R! But no flames please! Thanks~!