Day 2

Time: 8:13

Location: Graveyard

Jordan made his way through the gravestones, heading towards the only hill in the graveyard. A transparent figure sat on a headstone. Jordan lifted his eyes up to the ghost, walking silently over to him. "Hey, Seto. How are you doing?"

Seto looked at him, eyes showing a slight melancholy. "As good as a dead person can feel."

Jordan sighed and sat down against the headstone, glancing up at the grey sky.

Seto sighed again and glanced around. Winter was well on its way. The browning trees showed that clearly, as well as the dropping temperature. Normally Seto loved this time of year, where the animals scurry around for food and the birds fly south to warmer regions. But now all it reminded him of was death. Silence covered the graveyard in a heavy blanket, chilled and stifling. Jordan spoke. "I can tell them, and you can get out of this graveyard."

It took Seto a moment to realize what he was talking about. "Oh, no. Don't tell them. I don't think they'd even want to know..."

Jordan pursed his lips together, sighing through his nose. "It isn't like they could kill you, Seto."

When the sorcerer winced and rubbed his side, the Demi-god knew that was the wrong thing to say. "... Alright, listen. I won't tell them, okay?"

Seto didn't meet his gaze. He didn't want to anymore. Now that he was what he was, he could see everything for what it really was. He didn't want to look at those eyes of Jordan's; those glowing blank eyes that reminded him too much of what happened to his parents when he was little. "Alright," Seto said after a moment, glancing up at the sky as a raindrop fell on his forehead.

Or rather, through his forehead. Another drop fell straight through the ghost, sending chilled shudders through his transparent body. He couldn't feel anything anymore, not since the squids had killed him. Only Jordan could see and hear him. Not even mindless animals could tell he was there. He closed his eyes and raised his face to the sky, longing for the cooling sensation of the rain

Jordan stood and sighed. "But on one condition." Seto opened his eyes and looked at him, meeting those eyes that he couldn't stand. The sorcerer took a moment to think, but then nodded. "Fine, but you don't tell anybody else. Okay?"

Jordan nodded and they started towards where the edge of a jungle was, far away from this dreary graveyard. With a few lightning cracks, they had appeared next to the tree. Jordan didn't want to flash directly onto Jerry's Tree in fear of setting it on fire. Seto floated over to the base of the tree, patting a pig on the head (even though his hand fell trough) as he passed. Jordan followed the ghost up the stairs. "Make yourself at home, Seto," he said once they reached the main floor. Seto smiled slightly at the Demi-god. "Thanks, Jordan. I really appreciate this."

"Don't mention it," the living one said, "You would've done the same for me."

Seto paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, wondering if he would have. Sure, Jordan was a friend, but he never really saw the demi-god very much. The ghost sighed and looked out over the railing, out at the grey skies. The view up here, even on the main floor, was amazing. Lush green trees spanned around for miles. And when the jungle stopped, plains and swamps met it. To the east, the lights of a city blinked in the rain. There, his other friends resided. Most of them, anyway. He knew Jerome lived in a forest on the other side of the city, and Kermit stayed next to a pond near Jerome's home. Seto's own house was hidden in the same forest, sitting in a small clearing. He wondered if it was still in tact.

But Seto guessed it didn't matter now. He was a ghost, and ghosts didn't need to have a house, or eat, or sleep, or anything. He looked over at Jordan, who was cooking something in one of the furnaces. "Hey, Jordan? Do you have an enchanting room anywhere?"

Jordan glanced up from the fire and nodded, gesturing to his left. "Yeah. The staircase over there leads to the next floor. The enchanting table is there."

Seto nodded and started towards the staircase Jordan mentioned. Automatically, his legs moved as if he was walking, but he didn't. The sorcerer sighed and willed himself to float forwards. He went up the stairs and looked around. He located the enchanting table easily, only glancing at the Nether portal once. The sorcerer sighed and hovered over to the table. The book, sensing a form of energy, opened to a random page and turned towards him. The pages slowly flipped over, as if taunting him. Seto scowled at the book. He knew he couldn't touch it anymore, but why must it torture him like this?

The ghost scowled and shoved his hand down on the book, utter shock flashing across his face as his hand slammed it closed. His eyebrows raised up, and he lifted his hand. The book opened again tentatively, flipping the pages that had been crushed gently. Seto frowned and smoothed the crumples out, gasping slightly at the feel of the old paper. This shouldn't be possible. He was dead, a ghost. he shouldn't be able to touch anything. Frown deepening, he flipped to one page. To any other person, the enchanting language was a mystery. But to Seto, it very well might have been written in plain Craftian*.

The book didn't only hold the every day enchantments. It held other mysteries and secrets. The page he opened to showed a potion recipe, for instance. His eyes skimmed over the page, then h flipped to another page. The book responded to him as if he were alive. This was good. More than good, it was great. If he could interact with an enchanting book, he could possibly interact with other magical things. A ghost of a smile creased his lips.

Maybe he wasn't as dead as he thought he was.


Hello, peopleses. I just wanted to say a few things before this chapter is over. For those of you who didn't notice Seto's lack of videos lately, he explained it in one vid a few days ago. He said he had (quote) "gone through a state of deep depression..." So, I kind of incorporated that into this chapter. So it seems that Seto's world has faded to black and white now, hasn't it? I guess I would feel the same if I couldn't do anything but float around all day. I kind of feel bad for writing this chapter. And yes, it's sort of a filler. But, eh, I needed it up.

* - Craftian. I've used the term before, In The End's Secret. It's supposed to be the Minecraft language, since English, Swedish, Spanish, ect isn't technically in the game. You guys tell me if this should be a thing that appears in other chapters, or if I should just use real-world languages and stuff.

So I hoped you enjoyed this short-ish chapter! Oh, and I want to say that the chapters that I consider 'short' are under fifteen hundred words. Anything above that is medium, and above two-thousand is long. An example, for instance, is the ninth chapter of Animal. It's around three-thousand words long. So, yeah. :D Anyway, I'll have the next chapter out in about a week or so.