Ghost Fragment - The Journal of Mason Glade: Red Death 9

"Come on now. *click* You need to get up. I can't revive you here... the darkness is too strong. You need to get up." I felt the tickle of a voice in my conscious as I drifted along.

Oh... Hello, I responded. How are you, ghost?

"Dying... *beep* Thanks for asking."

Well... that's not good, I said, full of genuine sympathy.

"... You seem oddly calm for someone who just died a horribly painful death..."

Oh yeah... I did, didn't I, I remembered. I need to get back and help my friends... would you be so kind as to revive me, ghost?

"I'd love to, *click* but as I told you: the darkness is too strong here. You will need to revive yourself... but you don't have much more time. *boop* You need to hurry."

Ah yes. That Sunslinger technique Krii has been teaching me. I haven't quite gotten it yet.

"Well get it now! *click* If you don't, then this is it... you die. For good this time," my ghost cried

Oh... well that's unfortunate, I sighed.

"... *clack* If I didn't think you could do it, I wouldn't bother putting so much effort into holding you together for so long," my ghost said, agitated.

I sighed. All right, all right... here goes nothing.

"Nothing? *click* more like: here goes just everything," my ghost muttered.

I let my conscious flow through myself. I tried to picture every fragment of myself individually. Every little nook and cranny of my body and my mind, every piece, a pinpoint of light. I gathered myself.