Disclaimer: I do not own Neopets but I do own Kate and Skip in actuality.

Author's Note:  Entirely reviewed, checked and corrected.  The chapters are still the same though.

Chapter 1

The Meeting

"Bye!" I called after my sister as she left the mansion that night. I shook my head in wonder. I knew she was looking for something but what? More important why did the light hurt her so? I sighed, wishing my sister wasn't cursed so, wish I wasn't cursed so. Looking around the entry hallway of our home I wondered, as I looked back at my memories, how such a beautiful place had become so wrecked.

I asked too many questions. I knew that they would never be answered but at least I could answer a few of them myself. I cursed the light because I was a ghost. No, I was not painted ghost, I was a ghost killed by a fire. That same fire riddled the top two floors of my once glorious home. My sister didn't die but the flames burned not only her body but also her heart.

I ask many a question to myself now a days and I've answered almost all of them too. But I have asked myself one question that I cannot answer. Why, when I walked the tunnel between life and death, had I turned back? Why did I even want to return to this pain filled world? As a ghost I was transparent and the one time I did leave the mansion even the mutants were spooked. Now I was confined to this building because I refused to be like my sister: I refused to steal into people's homes in search of something I knew was destroyed in the fire.

I mopped in the doorway wondering whether or not to wait for my sister right there. She never came home until near dawn, always angry and empty handed. And then she would retreat to the basement make a simple breakfast and sleep 'til noon. Then she would write, not for any purpose but she would just…write.  Or at least that's what I assumed from listening to her grumble from the basement steps.

"Pining over loneliness shall not get you far in the after life." a voice said. In surprise, I looked across the forest floor for the speaker. No one was there.

"You do not believe I am here so do not see me. Mother's teachings have taught me to see. Let me teach you what I have learned." The voice said. Cautiously, I stepped out on to the doorstep.

"Who's there?" I inquired surveying the area again.

"Only a voice in the quiet of your mind. I sense you wish your bonds to that house were broken. Clear your mind, you will see me then…" I blinked. If the voice meant I had to stop asking questions I already knew the answers to I could do that, but I didn't know what it meant really, so my mind drew a blank. Sighing, I looked up at the moon. As my eyes traveled to the sky I saw her, an orange Usul sitting on an outstretched tree limb. She leaped down, landing on all fours. Standing up she walked towards me and I gasped. I hadn't noticed before, but now that she was close I did. I wasn't shocked at her orange collar tipped with white, nor was it that her orange body's arms and legs that had brown run up them like a fox's legs. It was her tails. Yes tails. Her tail was entirely unlike my own large yellow squirrel-like tail, oh no. Her tails were like that of a fox and like her collar tipped with white.

"Is it I, or you who is the stranger one?" The Usul asked, tilting her head to the side when she noticed my gaze. I blinked at her question.

"By the looks of it…neither." I replied. She smiled.

"Then I shall teach you what my mother taught me. If you wish to learn more simply call the name of Rin and I shall come." She told me.

"And who is your mother?"

"Moro." Rin said, "If you wish to be taught by her, call Moro, but first let me show you how to break your binds." And that's how my lessons began. Every night I learned how to manipulated nature and my surroundings. Always at night though, when my sister was out, when she wasn't there to stop Rin from teaching me. With every lesson I learned a bit more about changing the things around me but no matter how much I learned none of it made me alive or even solid. It was later I would leave the house. Much, much later…