Chapter 2
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The two stayed in silence for a long time, just staring at each other. Dylas, wondering how she could be alive. Lenore, wondering how she could start apologizing.
"Dylas, I-"
"Why are you here?"
Lenore was shocked back into silence by the harsh tone of his words. She stared blankly at him.
"Why? How? How are you even alive in this era?"
The fear was beginning to eat away at her soul, and with it came anger. She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down, so she didn't lash out again.
"I am not alive. I am a spirit"
Dylas crossed his arms, a disbelieving glare on his face. She could only sigh in response.
"And besides... I could very well ask you the same" she whispered. He raised an eyebrow.
"...Tch. You don't need to know"
Lenore nodded slowly. Whatever reason he was able to be alive now, it really wasn't her business. Especially with their past.
"Where do you live?"
"You don't need to know that either"
"Can I..."
He raised his eyebrow again, waiting for her to finish whatever her sentence was.
"Can I see the town you live in at least?"
"No. I don't want to see you ever again"
Lenore felt a dull ache in her chest, where her heart had presumably stopped beating. She stood up, looking Dylas in the eye.
"Please, even a spirit needs to socialize. I swear I'll never speak to you, or even look at you, if you just take me to town"
He stared at her, searching for any signs of a lie. Finally, he gave in.
"Fine. But I swear, if I see you anywhere-"
"You won't"
"...Okay then"
With that, Dylas started to lead Lenore towards town.
"This town is called Selphia. It's a nice place, not really for mean people like you, but they accepted me so maybe they could accept you"
Lenore nodded. She didn't dare mention the 'mean person' comment, because it was well-deserved.
"Hey Dylas!"
A bleach blond boy, who looked very much like a girl in her opinion, came running over. His face was sporting a large grin, and in his hands was a fishing pole.
"I just got a new pole, and I thought you could use my old one... If that's okay! I mean, I know you were talking about how you needed a new one, and it's not EXACTLY new, but-"
"Thanks Lest" Dylas cut him off, taking the pole in his hands and studying it.
"It's nice" he said with a smile. The man- Lest- beamed.
"So, who's this? A traveler?" he turned to look at Lenore, a curious look on his face.
"Ah, actually, I'm..."
Lenore wasn't sure how to word this. They definitely weren't friends, but they weren't acquaintances. Enemies sounded a bit too extreme, though.
"She's just a spirit of someone from my past, actually" Dylas seemed distant, and mildly upset as he identified Lenore as someone from his past. She couldn't blame him, from how awful she had been, but it still hurt...
"A spirit? Like Pico?" Lest asked in wonder.
"No. Pico is a ghost. There's a difference" Dylas replied.
"How so?"
"If I may..." Lenore interrupted, feeling very shy. Lest looked over at her.
"Ghosts are forms of souls. These souls refused to leave when their body died, so they stay by attaching a link between themselves and a living being. Spirits are also forms of souls, but these souls have a reason for staying or coming back. They have unfinished business. Ghosts are sort of selfish, they simply don't want to leave, so they decide to mooch on someone else's life. Spirits don't really need to attach any links, they just take care of whatever business they need to and move on"
Lest stayed silent, clearly processing all this information. Dylas sighed.
"Lest, is there anywhere Lenore can stay?"
"Hmm? Well, there might be a place at the inn..."
"Oh goodness no!" Lenore cried. Lest and Dylas looked at her.
"I-I don't have any money! How can you expect me to pay for a room? It's fine, really! Spirits don't even need a bed! I can sleep on the ground!"
Lest stared at her for a moment.
"Lenore, was it? You can stay at the inn. I'll pay for it"
"N-no! I don't want to impose!"
"Just let her sleep on the ground. She deserves it" Dylas said, giving her a cold glare. Lest looked between them.
"So, I guess you guys aren't friends?"
"Definitely not" Dylas responded. Lenore only looked at the ground in shame.
Lest stayed quiet.
"Fine, you can sleep on the ground. But at least make it the ground in the lobby of the inn. Even a spirit gets cold, right?" he finally said.
"...Yes, I suppose. Very well, I'll stay there"
"Great!" Lest was grinning again, and Lenore couldn't help but give a small smile as well. Dylas rolled his eyes.
"I'm going back to the restaurant. Lest, if you want to, you can show her around town. But keep her away from me"
He gave one final glare to Lenore before walking away, and Lenore sighed in defeat.
"He'll never forgive me..."
"Huh?" Lest glanced at her. She shook her head.
"No, it's fine. Um, would you mind showing me to the inn for now?" she asked politely. Lest shrugged.
"Sure. Later I'll introduce you to everyone else. Including my sister, she'll be happy to meet a new neighbor"