A/N: hey guys, sorry I havent updated in yonks (hehe yonks). for some reason fanfiction wouldnt let me download it :( sorrry
I Shall certainly try to update a lot quicker.
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Willow POV
November 16th 2010
It's been four years, four incredibly long years.
When I think back to this exact day four years ago, I feel pain, loss. But then I remember that it's better to feel bad than to feel nothing at all.
For Three years I was trapped, trapped in an unchanging limbo, not being able to feel or think; my thoughts were jumbled and lost in the emptiness.
But then I was called.
They called themselves the keepers, when I asked them what exactly it was they 'kept' they replied simply with one word.
'Death'
That one word brought me back to reality as the memories came back to me.
And yet, I did not feel hate towards that man. The one I had so foolishly trusted and cared for. Instead I felt nothing, just an empty blank emotion that which I could not place.
And then I remembered him. Paul, my Paul. I never got the chance to tell him... I never will.
Loss. An all consuming emotion swept over me. Grief. Not the grief of losing my own life, but of losing him.
I would give anything to see him again, to have him hold me in his arms.
"Willow May Foster, please approach the stand".
The place I was in resembled that of a courtroom. The ceilings were high and the air felt musty and cold. There were the typical aspects of a courtroom, the judge's chair, the witnesses stand and the chairs for the audience. However there was no audience. My 'jury' consisted of the keepers.
The keepers all wore long black coats that flowed to the floor, hooded strategically to hide their faces from view.
"We have come to a decision" The 'High' Keeper spoke, his voice echoing throughout the empty courtroom. "It has been agreed upon that your life was unjustly taken away from you, it was not how you were supposed to meet your demise."
"I don't understand" I said quietly.
"A member of the guard made a mistake, you were not meant to die until a much later date. Therefore we have come to a solution; we are going to give you your life back. However there are a few drawbacks".
"Who are the guard? And what drawbacks?"
"The guard work for us, they are responsible for controlling life and death." He paused for a moment. "You will return to the human world; however you will not be able to return to your previous form, considering the state it is in. We have a new body assigned for you. Second you will have to take on a different identity. We have your name and records all sorted out for you. And third, you cannot age".
"What?" I asked. "How is that even possible?"
"Although you will be able to interact with the living and lead the life of one, you will still technically be dead. We like to call people with cases such as yours 'living ghosts'. You will still appertain the qualities of a ghost."
I took a moment to process this.
"Case dismissed" The high keeper slammed the gavel down with a resounding bang.
"Oh and one more thing Miss Foster" He leaned down so his face was level with mine, his hood slipped back slightly and I was able to glimpse his incredibly aged, pale face. "You can't tell anyone".
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