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Fred and Dawn walked side by side through the mist, chattering away. They had the very inklings of a plan, and now Dawn explained a little better about the afterlife.
"You see, there are hundreds, if not thousands of realms. The one we're in is called Cassus Animas, or empty soul in Latin. The spirits weave in and out of each other, sharing their stories and memories here," Dawn explained.
"How do you even know this stuff?" Fred asked.
"The spirits. They here talk from the other realms. I can speak to the spirits. They cannot simply pass through me, but I can converse with them in my dreams if I so choose. Yes, you still have to sleep here," Dawn laughed, seeing Fred's exasperated expression.
"But as I was saying, there are many realms. The Cassus Animas is one of the largest. The realm we're headed to is called Urbs Crepusculum, which roughly translates to twilight city in English. But the thing is, we have to go through a whole lot of other realms to get there," Dawn said.
Fred groaned. "Are you serious? Isn't being dead enough? Besides, it's getting late, I think. We should stop," Fred said coaxingly; Dawn seemed very determined to get to the city.
Surprisingly, Dawn agreed. "We are going to need our rest if we are going to travel out of the C.A. It gets very rowdy out there, I've heard," she said, moving away from the ash-black path they were following.
The C.A. was decorated with mountains and cliffs, sealing the spirits in. Only half-life's, like Fred and Dawn, could pass. And there were very few of them.
Dawn sat down at the base of the mountain. "Would you like me to show you how to conjure things?" Fred asked, sitting beside her in the dusty grey sand.
Dawn's eyes grew slightly brighter, but she shook her head. "No, I would like to show you my way of survival. You know I'm such a dainty little southern belle, how could I ever survive in this harsh place without a soft pillow on which to rest my curls?" Dawn said, mockingly fluttering her eyelashes and twirling her hair. It was true that she was southern, though.
Fred laughed heartily. "Oh yes, but please let the strong British warrior take care of such a dainty little lady."
Dawn laughed, too. "Shush, I need to concentrate," she said, bumping Fred with her shoulder.
Dawn glared at the sand, and then closed her eyes, concentrating hard. Suddenly, and army-issue tent appeared, along with a pile of twigs and sticks, two canteens, and two wicker baskets.
Fred stared at Dawn in amazement. "That's so cool!" he said, before grabbing a canteen and taking a long swig.
Dawn moved over to the pile of twigs and grasped two of them tightly, striking them against each other. She cursed loudly when sparks emerged, but failed to grow into a fire.
Laughing, Fred took the sticks from Dawn and laid them down. He took out his wand once more and pointed it at the larger pile of sticks and logs, shooting out blue flames.
"Stupid British wizard," she muttered angrily.
"Foul-mouthed American spy," Fred shot back, coaxing the trembling blue fingers into tall columns of electric cobalt flames. Dawn stuck her tongue out at him, but then she sobered up.
"Fred? Where do you get a wand?" She asked tentatively, leaning down as she pulled items out of one of the wicker baskets, her long, coal black hair shrouding her face.
"My wand was made at Ollivander's wand shop. Ollivander is the best wand-maker, but there are others," He told her, laying down his poker stick.
Dawn nodded. "You know, I really would love to learn magic. It would be so very wonderful. I could make Father's words meaningless, even now, when he's gone,"
Fred put a hand on her shoulder, and Dawn looked up at him, surprised. "No matter what it takes, we will get out of here. I've lived a fairly large portion of my life waging war, whether it be on end-of-term exams, poverty, or Death Eaters. I won't let anybody take anything else, from either of us. We're in this together, agreed?"
Dawn nodded somberly. "Agreed. From now on, we fight for life. Together."