I don't quite remember what happened to me... All I remember is running... running as fast as I could...
Then... I remember red flames engulfing my body... I was so scared... I was being burned alive I guess... and I couldn't move at the time...
But when I opened my eyes I was leaned against a burned wooden cross... and the moon was shining down on me as people walked away... I felt alive... but so hallow at the same time... because when I called out to the people and tried to touch them... they fazed through me... and they couldn't hear or see me...
My name? I guess its Willow, Willow Wisp, at least that's what the moon told me... the night I woke up...
I'm suppose to be the spirit of Halloween... No one believes in me though, no one knows I exist...
And all the other spirits avoid me... being alone hurts... I don't want to be alone any more...
A girl with long rugged orange hair hopped from tree branch to tree branch through a forest with leafless trees and twisted branches, her skin was as white as snow, she had dark rings around her eyes, which made her look depressed, the part of her eyes that were suppose to be white were black, and her eyes where purple with red around the pupils.
She was dressed in a long sleeved black dress that was ripped at the bottom, and the sleeves had purple vertical stripes. On her legs she wore black and white stripes stalking with black dress up shoes tied with red ribbons. Her nails were long and claw-like and were painted black, She was a scary looking child of the age 16, but nonetheless a spirit.
She came to a halt when she reached a huge tree with hundreds of bats hanging from its branches fast asleep. "Time to wake up!" she said kicking the tree waking up the hundreds of bats from their year longs slumber.
"Halloween is in a matter of weeks, which means its time for the dark clouds and harsh winds... change the color of the leaves... and prepare every town for Halloween..." she said to her bats as the opened their purple and red eyes. They nodded and did as told, and as the flew off into the night, the girl leaned against the black tree and sighed.
She brought the autumn colors, and the spookiness of Halloween... Yet no one knew it was her doing, she traveled the world as other spirits did, to Japan for the bon festival, and to Mexico for the day of the dead. She worked every fall and every time there was a day humans dedicated to the dead, and every other time she'd goof off or just sleep.
Didn't matter how hard she worked, or how much she dreamed, it seemed no one would believe in her...
"Why so glum Willow?"
The dark voice sent a chill down the girl's spine, the pail spirit turned around to see who had spoken to her. "P-pitch..." she said to the dark figure. Pitch smiled at the mention of his name, "Good evening Weeping Willow" he said coming closer to the girl, "What is it that you want...? Come to try and fill Halloween with fear again...?" she said crossing her arms This had been the 6th time he had come to her forest, and it was getting annoying, she was desperate for a companion... but not that desperate...
"Your so cold towards me..." he said sounding wounded by her harsh tone. "And why do you think that is...?" she responded facing away from the darker spirit. "Why do you treat me in such a way? When we're so much alike..." he grinned as he places a hand on either one of her shoulders. She didn't dare turn around, chance being she'd look him in the eye.
"We are not a like Pitch Black, I bring joy, while you bring fear..." she spat harshly try to hide her fear,"We shall never be alike, not now, not ever..." Pitch just smiled and gently tucked a lock of black hair behind the young spirits pail ear. "If you bring Joy... then why is it no one believes in you... as they do not me...?"
"I wouldn't know..." she hissed at him getting mad. "That is how we are alike though... we are both alone... no one believes in us... and no one sees us..." he said walking in front of her, but she looked away.
"All I want is a friend Willow, as you do... someone I can talk to, someone who will listen and understand the words I say..." he leaned down and gently cupped her face with both hands," Someone like you... my dear..."
"You have a slick tongue Pitch..." she said slapping away his hands, "But I will never buy into such rubbish... so I'll have to ask you to leave my forest..."
Pitch clinched his fists at his side, but chose to smile instead of threaten her,"As you wish, but I know you'll see the darkness sooner or later..." he said disappearing.