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STORY:
"Through here," Alesha said, opening a vine-covered door to a ghost's lair. Danny peered warily into the darkness after her. "Come on," Alesha's voice cut through the black. "I don't bite, and nothing in here does either." Biting his lip, Danny nodded, wether she could see him or not, and slowly glided into the blackness, waiting for his eyes to adjust for the second time in the last hour.
He hadn't gone far when the door behind him slammed shut. He whirled around immediately, his hands glowing with ectoplasmic energy. Alesha's laugh resounded around him.
"My, halfa, you are jumpy, aren't you?" He was about to respond when a glow behind him caught his attention. Then another, and another. For as far as they eye could see, little lights began to grow, and Danny felt his jaw go slack in awe. The room seemed to stretch on forever, and it looked more like a valley that had been converted into an underground cave. The floor, ceiling and the uneven walls he could see looked like rolling hills that had been covered with a sea-green, glass like substance. Scattered all over the place, were statues that looked like they had just grown from the floor, and been molded. Many were flowing and abstract, while others had an almost human feel to them. Every one of them had at least one little glowing ball of light over them, illuminating them in an amazing array of light that seemed to dance over the almost reflective surfaces.
"You like them, I see," Danny jumped at Alesha's voice.
"Wow," was all he could say. "This can't be natural..."
"It's not," Alesha glided in front of him, looking at the different works. "My brother was a scientist, and he created this substance," she patted the ground, and the surface seemed to shift in reaction. "He said he wanted to merge art and science." She shook her head. "He did it for me."
"You talk about him as if he...well.." Danny scratched his head.
"Dead?" Alesha turned to him. "But that doesn't quite work does it." She said it as more of a statement than anything. Danny blushed in embarrassment and nodded. "Ghosts can die, Danny," she stood, pushed off from the ground, and began floating back towards him. "This isn't the end." She shrugged. "Wether you believe in a 'Heaven' or not, the 'life cycle' doesn't end here." She ended not a few feet away from, staring at him hard. He gulped and looked away.
"I'm sorry," he couldn't bring himself to look back at her. "How did he die?" When no response came, he looked up to see that she hadn't moved.
"I'd rather not talk about it," she said. "He's as good as dead, and that's all I can bring myself to say." She shook her head and looked away for the first time.
"So, you made these?" Danny asked, changing the subject. She nodded. "How?" Again she answered with silence, but looked up at him, as if seeing him in a new light.
"You truly are different..." she muttered.
"Huh?" Danny asked. She just shook her head and gestured him over. "Here," she pointed to the ground, "put your hand here." Danny did as he was told, landing on the surprisingly warm, smooth surface. "Bring your powers to hand," she said, laying her hand on top of his, her hand already glowing. "Now, instead of using it to destroy, use it to move...will the material to follow your hand." Danny nodded, and brought his hand towards his face. To his surprise, the substance followed. Surprised, he jumped, and lost contact with the material.
"Actually," Alesha said, noticing his look, "that's really good for your first try." He looked at her, surprised. "Let's finish this before we go back," she grinned. He nodded and put his hand back on the structure. She did the same, putting her hands on top of his. He didn't notice her blush.
