Disclaimer: I don't own Neopets, as much as I want to and obsess over it. I neither own 'Untitled' by Simple Plan.

I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonight...

The next morning, Jeran knelt at the feet of his sire, King Skarl. Skarl smiled and graciously extended a paw to him. "Jeran, I have a quest that I want for you and you only. I couldn't trust a squire with this, and I needed someone I knew personally." He smiled. Jeran forced a small smile back. Last night's events were still fresh in his mind.

I can't stand the pain
I can't make it go away
No, I can't stand the pain...

"So, do you think you could accept?"

"Yes, your majesty."

"Good." He placed a small bottle in Jeran's paw. "Take this to Siyana of Altador. She is expecting this to arrive, so you shouldn't face too much hassle. You would know her castle instantly by the towers that seem to flood light."

How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

"Are you all right?"

Jeran snapped back to attention. Skarl was looking into his eyes with unusual penetration.

"Fine. Just... fine."

Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

The Lupe left immediately. There was no use in packing for the trip, he would probably only be gone a few hours. However, he set off well before dark to avoid any trouble. In its entirety, it wasn't a bad trip; he had arrived in a short while. Skarl was right. The towers and turrets of a particular castle seemed to flood light to passerby. Sure enough, a luminous figure in a glowing cloak awaited his entrance.

"Come," she baded him with a smile. He followed her across the splendid moat, and into the castle. It was truly magnificent. The ceiling seemed to open up into the sky and the portraits fairly glowed with light. He followed her yet further up a flight of stairs.

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No, I can't...

"Do you mind waiting for a response?" Jeran shook his head. The Faerie departed into an adajecent room. Jeran sighed. He wasn't acting himself, he knew he must pull himself together, and just focus on the task Skarl had assigned him. It was useless worrying about a dead teenager; he has to continue through life no matter how hard it would be.

That was when he felt it. The same, creepy feeling he felt in the cemetery the previous night. He turned his head toward another door. It seemed to emit the spooky feeling that he had wondered about... surely it would not hurt just taking a glance. But he was a knight, and he must respect the fortress of an ally...

Come.

It could never have been more clearer. He creaked open the door and stared, shocked, around him.

The room was a huge hallway, filled with shelves on which rested little glass amulets. Closer inspection revealed the amulets were each fitted with a red stone, and each emitted the same spooky feeling. Jeran looked into the closest stone near him, and to his suprise saw a face of an old Eyrie looking up at him. He stared. Each one seemed to have a face inside if he looked deep enough.

Here.

He turned and followed the feeling to an amulet in the middle of the next shelf. He looked into it, and started when he saw the face of his own Rose staring back at him.

The door shut. Jeran jumped.

"The Hall of Destiny," Siyana said confidently, as if that explained everything.

"Wha- What?"

"Yes, this is the place where I see you have found Rose."

"This is... this is really Rose?"

"No," the Light Faerie said sadly. "This is only an imprint of her soul. You see, the Hall of Destiny is where souls who died with regrets lie. Most souls have just gone on to the afterlife, but these certain ones have remorse, pain, or some sort of suffering cannot be filled."

"So... Rose can be brought back?"

Siyana sighed. "I wish is were that simple. Instead of continuing to the afterlife, these souls lie and haunt the ones who caused them pain in their life. They can never find peace until they have avenged whatever they seek. What is it that Rose wished to avenge?"

Jeran looked away. "She... she didn't... hate anybody. But a shallow old fool broke her heart, and that led... to her death."

"So, does that shallow old fool with to bring her back?"

"Is it at all possible?"

Siyana paused. "Have you ever heard of the Principle of Equivelent Exchange?"

"Yes, one of my sister's friends is an alchemist and I have heard of such things."

"Well, its principles also apply here too. She cannot come back unless something of equal exchange is to be given for even an imprint of her soul."

Jeran mused on this thought. What could he possibly give for a soul?