*camera zooms into PLG boarding up the door of her bedroom*

Gaia: *suddenly appears beside PLG* Hey PLG-wait, what are you doing?

PLG: Summer's almost gone so it's time to stash lots of supplies, a lot of video games, board up the bedroom door and pray that my family won't be able to drag me out of here to go to school. *starts replying to the reviews*

xDarkShadowsx – Thanks! And to tell the truth, I would feel the same if I lost my little brother but shh! That's a secret that he shouldn't know!

MEC (Guest) – Yeah, I know. I would be devastated, too. But don't tell my lil' bro! XD And as for Gaia, well she's just a character I created for some humor and to be an intern (Gaia: HEY!). I don't know if I'll put you in the author's notes. Maybe someday like some special guest. And I'm sorry to tell you I don't need any more OCs at the moment. But thanks for reviewing!

Gaia: *sweatdrops* You are crazy. *faces camera* PLG doesn't own RoTG.

PLG: *still boarding up the door* ROLL THE FILM!

Warmth of Family and Fire

Chapter 2 Reborn But Like A Ghost

?'s POV

Darkness, all I could see was darkness. Are my eyes even open? Do I even still have my eyes? I felt myself floating in an endless void. I could barely feel my own body as I floated around.

Where am I? Am I…dead?

Then I suddenly felt something against my body on top of me, but it was slowly crumbling away. I felt my body was lifted up even more and my body was being maneuvered to what I assume to be the proper standing position.

By the time my feet touched the ground I finally got all feeling in my body and I opened my eyes, to find myself in a familiar graveyard, and me standing on a grave stone.

Then suddenly, memories rushed back at me. My name was Aphrodite Matapang. But why did the name feel so wrong to me now?

I looked up to see a full moon shining down on me, it felt…comforting, for some reason. But then I heard something, like man's whisper in my mind, soft, gentle yet powerful and strong at the same time.

"Your name is no longer Aphrodite Matapang. Your name is now Hestia Blaze, Spirit of Fire."

And that was it. I heard nothing after that.

Weird, at least the guy made my new first name a Greek goddess like my old name. But Spirit of Fire? What did he mean?

I looked back in front of me and saw little balls of fire slowly started appearing in front of me. Their voices were soft and beckoning, like a mix of a child murmuring and singing.

"Will-o-the-wisps," I whispered. I heard a lot about them. They're said to lead travelers off paths and leave them lost or lead them to their death. Other stories I heard they're supposed to lead you to your fate. Some of them are said to hover over the buried treasure. What are they doing here?

They slowly moved forward, soon surrounding me. They started to spin around me like a tornado, it was beautiful, wisps of all colors seemingly singing to me and they spun around me.

I start singing the wordless song along with them, a smile forming on my face as I started to twirl.

One by one, the wisps go forward and hit my body, seeming to merge with my body, I didn't feel any pain. It was a tingly warm sensation that just made smile wider and sing even louder.

It felt hours to me, but it was actually just a few minutes, before all the wisps disappeared. I was a bit sad that the fun ended, but I still had a small smile on my face.

I looked down and saw a large broken piece of glass on the floor. A small part of me wonders how did it get there as I looked at my reflection.

Now my black hair turned into flaming red hair (still in my usual high ponytail), my brown eyes are now an amber color, and my skin was a bit darker than before but it wasn't that noticeable unless you had an eye for detail. I was wearing a black tube top that showed my stomach, long and loose detached black sleeves hanging at my shoulders, black leather jeans, and black combat boots and all of them have flame designs that contrasted with the main color. The weird thing that the flame designs seemed to move, like they're alive and real.

But wait…there's an actual fucking tiara on my head!?

I groaned inwardly, I didn't like tiaras. I didn't like girly stuff. That was one of the reasons I didn't like my first name; the Greek goddess of love and beauty. I wasn't even into looking beautiful (though I did appreciate beauty, I just don't obsess about it like other girls)!

But then something weird happened.

The tiara suddenly turned into flames and slowly transformed into the shape of a headband, before the flames suddenly died out to reveal a flame colored headband.

I smirked. I could get used to that. 'I wonder if it could transform into other things,' I wondered idly.

Then I looked around to try to figure out where I was. Hmm…I could recognize a lot of gravestones around here…and isn't that my grandfather on my mother's side's grave right next to the grave I just rose out from?

This was the graveyard that my brother and I visited every Sunday after going to mass. I chuckled at the memory when he joked that we visit here so much even though we're probably gonna sleep here permanently someday. Well I guess he was right.

Wait. My brother…My little brother!

How the hell did I forget!? Oh right, I got resurrected from out of my grave like a zombie, got distracted by beautiful balls of fire that supposedly either lead you to your doom, your fate, or treasure, got told a new name, and just found out I had a totally (badass) makeover.

I ran out of the graveyard, through familiar streets until I made it to the apartment building my family lives in. Is it me or does no one notice me wearing strange clothes? And did that guy just pass through me?

I shrugged inwardly. Probably they just thought I was cosplaying or something. And I must be my imagination. I mean, people just can't pass through each other!

I took the stairs since the elevator was out of order, it was out of order a few days ago, but I don't know how much time's passed but apparently not that long.

I opened the apartment door and stepped in. "Who left the door unlocked again?" I muttered grumpily. Seriously, Zephyr almost never closes the door, let alone lock it. Why am I always the responsible one again?

I walked into the bedroom my lil' bro and I share to notice several things.

I still had my books, my closet (which was wide open for some reason) was cleaned out (I'm assuming that they were either given away or donated), my sketches and drawings were scattered all over the floor (I groaned inwardly, they were my favorites and it'll take a while to clean that up), Zephyr was crying on my bed while holding my Pikachu stuffed toy, my Pokemon cards and collectable were scattered over Zephyr's bed, t-wait, what!?

I immediately rushed over to my little brother's side. "Zephyr! C'mon! I'm back!" I waved a hand right in front of his face but he didn't pay attention to it, nor my voice. He just continued to sob while clutching my stuffed toy tightly, like it was his lifeline. "Zephyr!" I called even louder, and I reached out to hold his shoulder. "Look at me, Zephyr! I'm right h—" I gasped as my hand just went straight through him, and I quickly pulled back, looking at my hand like it was some foreign object.

"Oh no," I said softly, as my eyes widened, fear soon filling my heart. "C'mon…c'mon…" I muttered as I tried to make contact with him, but I just passed through him every time. "Zephyr!" I went in front of him, shouting as loud as I could. Normally even my normal shout could make him cover his ears immediately from how loud it was, but it had no effect.

No matter how many times I tried, I just went through him. No matter how many times I yelled, shouted and just plain screamed at him, I got no response, like he was deaf. No matter how many times I waved my hand in front of him and practically shoved my face in his personal space (rhyme not intended) he just would see right through me. I slowly felt warm tears flowing out of my eyes, feeling hopeless.

I looked up to see the face of my brother, crying his soul out while still clinging to the stuff toy tightly.

I felt my heart break at the scene. Even though I couldn't touch or speak to him, there has to be something I could do to cheer him up.

Suddenly I got an idea. I reached deep inside me and found something warm and comforting, yet powerful and strong, I instinctively pulled a part of it out and pushed it out of my body.

I opened my eyes to see a blue wisp, slowly transforming into a Pokemon that was said to bring victory to its owner, no matter what encounter and was said to create unlimited energy in its body and share it to whatever it touches. It soon looked like the legendary fire-psychic type Pokemon Victini but still retained its blue color.

"Can you cheer him up for me?" I asked softly to the little wisp and it nodded its head and floated to my little brother.

~~~"Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero."-Mac Brown~~~

Zephyr's POV

I really missed her. Even after a few days after her death and the funeral I still felt so empty. Mom and Dad gave away all her clothes, and they were planning to also give away her books too except the manga (I would've begged them to keep all of them if I actually liked reading thick books). But the drawings will be posted up somewhere, and the only thing that connected to my sister was her bed and her Pokemon cards and collectables and this stuff toy and the necklace I was wearing around my neck.

I remember the times she would lend me it when I woke up from a nightmare and then she would sing me a lullaby. I always told her that I never needed a lullaby but she would just give me a smile and continue singing and I'd soon fall asleep.

But she wasn't here anymore. And all I have left are her stuff that'll soon disappear…just like her…

I heard something like a mix of a child murmuring and singing and I wiped my tears away immediately by instinct, and I slowly opened my eyes to see a blue wisp…shaped like the legendary Pokemon Victini?

"A will-o-wisp," I said softly, and I raised my right hand out to it, "What're you doing here little guy?"

The little wisp just chirped before floating onto the palm of my hand. It didn't burn, but it felt nice and warm actually. And the warmth was soon spreading and I smiled.

It's been a long time since I felt this warm. I usually felt cold for some odd reason even though I live in a tropical country, and I haven't felt this warm ever since Big Sis died.

Then it started chirping and doing silly motions that were so funny that it made me giggle. "Hey lil' guy," I said, "Do you have a name?"

It shook its head but then it started chirping again and started pointing at me. "You…you want me to name you?" It nodded its head.

I smiled. "How about 'Nike'?" I asked. The name suited since Nike was the Greek goddess of victory.

What? When your sister obsesses about Greek mythology (and anime, and Pokemon, and books and-actually I'll just stop there) it tends to rub off on you.

Nike happily chirped and began floating around me happily, making me laugh. Man, it's been some time since I've laughed.

I looked at the clock on the wall. Shit, it's already midnight. And my sister would kill me if she heard me curse.

I sighed again. I should stop thinking of her depressingly. She once proclaimed that she would roll around in her grave if her death just created a burden for other people.

I looked back at Nike to see it staring curiously at me. "I have to go to sleep now. I'll see you tomorrow," I said uncertainly, "right?"

Nike grinned and nodded before disappearing.

I sighed tiredly as I lay down on my sister's bed and held the stuffed Pikachu doll, tucking myself in as I breathed in. The bed smelled like my sister.

As I slowly found myself falling asleep, I thought I heard Big Sis' sweet lullaby again.

Then I fell into sweet unconsciousness. And for the first time since Big Sis died I wasn't haunted by nightmares. Not anymore.

~~~"A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost"-Marrion C. Garrety~~~

Hestia's POV

I let a sad smile spread across my features as my little brother fell asleep as I sang a lullaby to him again.

I don't know why I'm even singing to him, he can't hear me. But I guess it's because it makes me feel like he can actually hear me.

I'm happy that my brother stopped being sad because of the wisp I created, but I'm still sad that I couldn't comfort him in person.

But I know what I have to do now.

I'll stick beside him no matter what, even with all these obstacles and trials in the way. And someday, and somehow, he could finally see me again. And we'll be family again, just like before.

But now, I'm content to be by his side, watching over him while he sleeps in the light of the full moon, singing him a lullaby he probably doesn't even hear.

PLG: Phew! *wipes imaginary sweat off face* Finally done!

Gaia: Do you mean the chapter or the boarding up the door and windows thing?

PLG: Both. Now all I have to do is play Pokemon and-

PLG's parents: *barges in despite the boarded up door* [PLG]! You are going to school whether you like it or not! And you are going to try on your uniforms now! *starts to drag PLG by her legs*

PLG: *claws the floor* AHHHH! GAIA! HELP ME!

Gaia: *whistles innocently while ignoring the cries of help*

PLG: YOU LITTLE S***! TRAITOR! WHEN I GET BACK HERE I'LL F***ING KILL YOU AND-

The door slams as PLG eventually got dragged out of the door.

Gaia: *faces the readers* Hehehe…We hoped you enjoyed this chapter and please review, favorite, and follow and flames shall be given to the will-o-the-wisps! See you all in the next chapter!