"Sam, it might be best if we talk about this in private." I started to get up from my seat, but Father stopped me.

"You going to tell her?" He asked in ghost speak.

"Yes. I was going to tell her the full thing." I responded, switching over.

"Why don't you just wait?"

"Why? She has a right to know, Father. Something like this we can't keep from her." I sat back down. I already knew this was going to be a long conversation.

"Not forever. Just until we know exactly what role she plays." He looked down at the book. "Daniel, this prophecy mentions war. It sounds like its unavoidable."

"But what does this have to do with Sam?" I asked.

"She's a new ghost, Daniel. Easily swayed. I want to make sure that it'll be us who she fights for."

"But who are we up against, Father?" I frowned. "It never mentioned who."

"Of course, Daniel. This was made thousands of years ago."

"If it was made thousands of years ago, how do we know it's happening now?" I took the book from him, looking it over again.

When the day comes that kingdoms collide, a miscommunication shall bring forth the fall of a false god.

When the time comes that siblings rival, a white haired man shall bring forth an age of kinship and the downfall of two kingdoms.

When the sun turns dark, a sudden death shall bring forth the downfall of an empire.

When the world becomes shrouded in shadows, the prophet shall usher forth a new life and a reunion of enemies.

Only by the hand of a created can an embarrassing defeat cause an end to our suffering.

"White haired man?" I gasped. "Wait a second. Is that me?"

"I'm assuming so." His expression was unreadable.

"What's with the freaky book?" Sam started reaching toward the book, but Father pulled it from my hands before I could even move.

Sam was taken aback, but didn't react to it. She scowled. "Now I know you're hiding something from me. That was more proof." She crossed her arms.

"We're not hiding anything from you, Samantha." Father spoke in English.

"I know you are!" She banged her hands on the table, getting everyone's attention.

"Hey!" Skulker yelled. "How dare you pound on my table? You will answer me, woman!"

She leaned back into her chair, taking her hands off the table. "I'm sorry, sir, I have no idea what you said. I'm sorry for hitting the table."

Skulker looked at me expectantly. "She said she was sorry." I spoke. "Why's your English so bad, anyway?"

"Daniel, I haven't interacted in the Human World for 30 years. I have no use for that planet." Skulker shook his head.

"I guess that makes sense." I thought about it for a few minutes. When I was an adult, what was I going to do? What world would I make a name in?

"You're right, Daniel." Sam sighed. "I need to learn this language. I can't have you playing translator."

"Sam, it was inevitable for you to learn. Like I said. You're a ghost. You need to learn to be one." I got up from my chair. "Let's start you on language training. Then, once your mind is worn out, we'll start getting physical."

"I hope that means that you're training her hand to hand." Father spoke in ghost speak, hiding a laugh. "I don't need grandchildren yet."

I felt my face flush bright green. Skulker and Ember laughed, while Sam looked confused. "No, Father! You know what I meant!"

"Daniel, what did he say?" Sam pulled on my arm. When I looked at her, she saw my immense blush. "It was something about me, wasn't it?"

"Nope." I clamped my mouth shut, opening the door to the downstairs training room. I ran down the stairs without even waiting for Sam, but I still could hear Father and Skulker laughing. God, was this how it was going to be? See who could die of embarrassment first?

I walked over to a table in the corner that held different weight lifting equipment on it. I took off my cloak for the first time today, leaving myself in my long black shirt and pants. I put my cloak on the back of the chair. I picked up all the weighs and moved them to the floor. I didn't know where I'd find a pen and paper.

"Looking for something?" Sam held up paper and a pencil.

I looked over. "Yeah. I was just thinking about how I was going to find that." I took it from her, setting it on the table. "Let's start with the basics: your name."

For a while, things were going great. I had her saying her name perfectly, and then I had a evil idea. I started teaching her the curse words. I had to stop myself from laughing.

"Hey, Father!" I yelled up the stairs. "Sam wants someone to practice on!"

Father walked down the stairs, grumbling. "If she didn't need to learn, I wouldn't bother." He sighed, speaking in English. "Let's hear it."

Sam said something in ghost speak, but her pronunciation was terrible. We still understood what she said, though.

"Daniel!" He swatted my arm. "Oh my god." He put his hands in the air.

I snorted laughter, while Sam said: "What? What did I just say?"

"Well, you said my name is Sam Fenton." Father said slowly.

"So?"

"And then you said that you like to suck big di—" I continued, cutting off father. I stopped before finishing the last word when Father gave me a look. "What? I didn't say it."

"Daniel! You seriously taught me to say I suck big dicks?" She punched me in the arm. "You're supposed to be helping me!"

"I am helping you. Now you can get a date with anyone if you say that!" I laughed again.

"Daniel. We don't have time for you to mess around! Teach her ghost speak and do it right." He walked back up the steps. I could hear him telling Skulker, and hear his laughter afterward.

"Fine, fine. "I sighed. "Now I'll teach you to hold a conversation."

I had her writing down things as she went along, and I learned her favorite foods were avocadoes. So I taught her how to say it. "No, no, you just called me a lawyer." I frowned. "More emphasis."

"Ugh. Languages are hard! Can we do something else?" She got up. "Let's train. My mind is pretty fried."

"Sure, if you want to." I shrugged. "What do you want to learn?"

She thought for a minute or two. "Duplication? That's not too hard, right?"

I shook my head. "Absolutely not. You have to have a clear mind and you don't have that right now. Very nasty if you get it wrong."

"Fine. What about that diamond thing you did with your hand?" She asked. She looked down at her hands, letting them glow with a weak energy.

"It takes a lot of focus. It's not dangerous to experiment with, though. It's just frustrating when it goes wrong." I extended my hand, my palm flat for her to see. I lit my hand with pink energy. I condensed it into a ball, and then slowly into a diamond so she could watch.

"Why is your energy pink? Mines green." She put her hand next to mine for me to see. Her hand lit up green. She tried to mimic condensing her energy into a ball, but she couldn't get it to move.

"Focus. You need to feel it. Think about your energy like your moving it with your mind."

"I can't focus." She sighed, letting the energy die in her hand. "I have too much rolling around my mind."

"It takes a lot of focus. It took me a few months to master it." The energy faded from my hands. "Let's just go watch TV, then." I shrugged.

"When do we sleep?" She asked.

"Ghosts don't sleep." I frowned.

"Why not?" She yawned. "I need a nap."

"I guess it's different for created ghosts, who knows? Just don't switch to your human form. You'll die a slow and painful death."

"How?" She looked alarmed.

"The Ghost World doesn't have oxygen. Ghosts don't breathe, so it's not necessary. You'd suffocate slowly." I stretched, heading up the stairs.

"How can you be so calm, Daniel?" She raced after me. "You're human too."

"Yes, but I'm not stupid enough to try to go human in the Ghost World." I crossed my arms.

She opened and closed her mouth. I guessed she had no response for that.

I continued to head up the stairs. "Hey, Skulker, do you have a bedroom? Sleepy pants here wants to sleep."

"Uh." He paused. "Second door on the right."

Sam appeared from behind me. In ghost speak, she said "Hi, I'm Sam Fenton."

"Your pronunciation is terrible, child." Skulker laughed. "But it is a start."

"I still like the other thing she said." I smiled goofily.

"Teenage hormones." Father laughed. "You're so thick, Daniel. I should've completely expected you to do something so low."

"Like you said, I'm a teenager." I shrugged. "I'll show her to the room. Thank you, Uncle." I gestured for her to follow me. We went down a hallway, and I counted several doors. I opened the second door to the right. The room was small, and it had a huge bed in the center. There was a plasma screen TV on the wall, and a small dresser.

Sam walked around me and collapsed face first on the bed. "It's so soft!" Her white hair was splayed around her face, and her voice was muffled.

"Get yourself comfy, Sam. Goodnight." I walked back to the door, but she stopped me.

"Wait."

I turned. "What?"

She sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Can you stay? Just until I fall asleep. I have trouble sleeping in new places."

"Sam, that would be wildly inappropriate." I frowned.

"What, like teaching a girl how to say that she sucks dicks in a language she doesn't know?" She smirked and patted the seat beside her.

"Touché." I sat beside her, and she laid down. I awkwardly patted her foot.

"You're weird." She mumbled.

"Says the sleeping ghost." I rolled my eyes.

"What? I'm tired I did a lot today."

"Crashed my celebration, got put in jail, overruled by the King, and then brought to my Uncle's house, taught a language you don't know." I ticked off my fingers. "I guess I'll give you a pass this time."

"Mhm." She was quiet, and then I heard her snoring.

I left the room, closing the door behind me. "Goodnight, Sam." I spoke quietly.

"You know, that's so sweet." Ember spoke as she walked down the hall.

"What is?"

"Staying in there until she was asleep. Skulker just tells me to get over it." She sighed.

"What do you think about being Queen?" I asked.

"All it is is a title. Skulker does all the work." She shook her head. "Besides, I just need to prepare for our little ghost." She patted her belly.

"Did you prepare a nursery?"

"Oh, yes. Let me show you!" She opened the door right in front of us. The room was blue, with a crib sitting on the far wall under a window. The crib itself was white, with just a mattress in it. There was a white dresser to the left, where I could see a closet on the wall in front of it.

"It's cute. Are you guys having a boy?" I smiled.

"Skulker is convinced we are. I would be surprised if it wasn't twins! In your family it seems inevitable." She ran her fingers through her blue hair as she spoke, untangling it.

"Yeah. Father and Skulker are twins; I have a twin. I wonder if Grandfather is a twin also? It would be funny."

"Mm, I don't think the King has a twin. Course, I don't know anything about him, really. The only thing I know is that Desiree is not Father and Skulker's mother, no matter how hard she tries to be."

"What?" I had thought that Desiree looked just like Father. "Who was their mother, then?"

"I'm not sure on who she was. I think she was human!" She laughed nervously, looking around.

It looked like this was supposed to be a secret. I wonder how she knew, then?