(Note: This is kinda short, but then again, all the chapters will be. I'm really just getting used to the chaptering system. And again, the spaces I'm sure will be there, but I'm just ignoring them…grr)
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~*~Chapter 2~*~
Daniel could feel himself floating, almost as if in his own mind. What was happening to him? The last thing he remembered was touching something that looked like a gem-covered box and then seeing an orange glow emitting from it. The light started to spread and as it hit him, and he couldn't seem to move, not even to get away. For a moment, he thought he'd been floating in the air, but things seemed to go black after hearing Sam yell "Sir!"
That was when he had awoken to blackness, not even aware that somewhere else, his eyes were actually open, looking at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
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200 years...
It had been two centuries since she had first been trapped. For 200 years, no one had opened the soul box... until now, and she was finally free. The spirit was never give a name besides Soul Keeper -The guardian of souls for the long gone people who called themselves the Mo'ra.
Many years ago, a race of aliens had come to her planet she inhabited, and killing almost all of them in a great battle. The only ones left, had taken their memories and experiences, placed them into small cubes and placed them into a soul box, for later generations to use. Unfortunately, there would never be more generations, because after the war, the invaders returned, killing everyone this time, and only leaving the ruins of the once large village. Now, she was the only one left to watch over them, and protected everything sacred to them that was left. If someone opened the soul box, they would loose there own. She would take it, and what remained would be only a shell of a once living thing.
For 200 hundred years, nothing had entered the ruins, until now. Someone dared to open the box, and now, she had their soul, mind, and life in her hands.
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He was trapped in an all gray room, reminding him a one of those padded rooms for crazy people you saw in movies or TV. Daniel could only shivered at the thought.
Pacing until he was worn out, Daniel finally sank down to the hard floor. Ever since first being here, he had called out, but no one had answered his pleas for help. What was this place, and why did he feel so disconnected, as if ripped from his own body?
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The Soul Keeper prepared herself to re-enter the soul box for another hundred years, but something keep her from it. She had gotten rid of the intruders and had told herself she would take them to if they tried to access the information she kept valued.
One thing haunted her mind, and that was the feeling of wrongfulness, and it was something she had never experienced before, but the sensation was strange. She looked around the room, her almost translucent pale form floating a foot or so off the ground. Finally, she glided over to the box and began to add her newest trophy but stopped, looking at it hard. These strangers earlier hadn't looked like the ancient race of attackers, or anyone else who had come her before. Two of them seemed to only seek knowledge.
'What if they aren't like the others?'
She eyed the small object in her hand, and decided that taking a look in this one's soul would perhaps make her feeling go away.
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