Hello fellow existees!
"The keys to patience are acceptance and faith. Accept things as they are, and look realistically at the world around you. Have faith in yourself and in the direction you have chosen." Ralph Marston
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The Dark Phantom:: Book One: Growing Pains:: Chapter 11
21st Dec.
"Bluuuueee. Where goin'?"
There's a trill as the wisp dives in and out of some trees. The child giggles.
Crunch. Crunch.
The frost on the grass protests as the child runs after the wisp.
The child slips and falls, letting out a squeak. The wisp appears above him and flashes.
"'m ok."
"That is good to hear."
Blue lets out a sharp trill and flares orange: surprise, fear. The child gets to his knees and looks toward the voice. An elderly lady stands not too far from where he kneels.
"You. Healer?"
She smiles at him. "I am, and you and your friend are the ones who brought me to the injured child, are you not?"
He nods. Blue trills and flashes at him: curiosity.
"Blue wanna know your name."
"Blue is your friend?" At his nod, she responds. "I am most commonly known as the Healer, my actual name left among those that are gone, and someday, I will join them."
"No tell?"
"No for it matters not."
"Why?"
"We all die; many will be forgotten by all but time. Information is passed by those who live and remember. Some things learned will be forgotten. Some people will live past life and become legends, but I am not one of them."
"Wha?" He blinks and cocks his head. "Wha bout ghosts?"
"Not everything ectoplasmic is a ghost, child; the information among the lingering dead is as well as forgotten, for the living tend not to be able to interact with the lingering. Can you feel it?"
"Feel wha?"
"Today is the winter solstice, one of three days where entities like yourself tend to be at their strongest."
"Why?"
She briefly wonders if he realized his eyes have silver streaks in them today. "The solstices are times where the lines of the worlds start to blur. The other days are the Summer Solstice and All Hallows Eve or Halloween."
He hums. "Worlds?"
"Worlds or realms. There are three: the Living, the Ghost, and the Mirror. The Living realm or Material realm is where I reside and all other living creatures. The Ghost realm, the Infinite realms, or the Ghost Zone is where ectoplasmic entities form and reside; it connects to many other Living realms, not just ours. Lastly, the Mirror realm or Dream is where spirits like your friend Blue form and exist. You, as a phantom, are of both the Mirror and the Ghost realms."
"Ghost? Spirit?"
"Would you like me to explain my use of those terms?"
He nods.
She smiles again. "Let us start at the highest classification, then. A specter is a term that encompasses any entity that is ectoplasmic or spiritual in nature, one class of living dead if you will.
"An ectoplasmic entity is an entity that is made of ectoplasm. A ghost is a lingering soul that has become an ecto-entity. I have heard of other ecto-entities called masters, which are said to be born of myths and legends, though I have no proof. They linger because of an obsession.
"A spiritual entity is a soul that is formed of magic. Mediums are the only people who can see, hear, or interact with them without magic. It is thought to be due to a form of inherent mage sight. A spirit is a soul that lingers due to a powerful emotion that imprints on magic. A sprite is a soul made purely of magic; they tend to be tied to concepts like weather and seasons.
"A phantom is a hybrid, both ectoplasmic and spiritual in nature. They tend towards the higher end of both power spectrums. They are obsessive like their ghost counterparts, but their nature tends towards being helpful. They can interact with the Mirror and the Living realms. Your ability to see and hear your friend is why I believe you are a phantom."
She watches as the child tries to understand. He blinks at her.
"Bye?"
"Are you leaving now?"
"Blue sayz go."
"Goodbye then."
She watches as the head of white hair disappears into the forest. The child is a strange one.
A small white-haired child lounges at the top of a light pole, looking up with a leg hanging down and swinging.
A man stops, stares for a moment, and then sighs. He makes his way to a sidewalk and crosses the street. He takes his last step a short way away from the light.
"Hey kid' you shouldn't be out here, especially without a parent."
The leg stops. Glowing, inhuman eyes fixate on him.
"Uhhhh. Do you need help getting home?"
The not-child shakes its head.
"Do you have? A home?"
It nods.
"Can you get down ok?"
Nod.
"Can you go home?"
Nod."
"Please?"
It swings its other leg down, bringing it to a sitting position. It cocks its head at him, then disappears.
The man stares at the spot it was sitting.
"What. The. Hell. I must be seeing things; been listening to John too many times. I mean, come on, mermaids?" He throws his hands into the air and walks away. "Or maybe the coffee was bad. Or-"
The child watches and listens till the man turns down another street, then jumps off the light and flies away.
Chapter Stats: 4 pages 877 words
This was previously part of chapter 15.
Now reviews.
briskpillow642
Liking the story so far but will there be a time skip soon to modern day?
I know I have already answered this, but what I meant by time skips is that this will be more along the lines of younger years and have few elements of Cannon. This is both setting up the world Danny lives in and Danny himself. So no there likely will not be a modern day time skip very soon.
I am hoping that for the next few year for Danny I can speed up though allow for modern day to come sooner.
Kitty Update
Decipher the Cipher FMSKHU
I feel bad for you! Hope he stays alive for as long as possible and remember that all of us are here for you! That you for replying to me!
We put him down on December 12th 2016. I know that some people think that it's inhuman to do that, but I don't want to see him in pain. We had him on pain pills for a while hoping that he could last longer, but within a few days it just… The evening after Hamilton ate a little then seemed to look for Onyx to get him to eat too. Now Hamilton wants attention and I will find him sleeping with Isis in-between my mom's keyboard and monitor.
You're welcome by the way.
e2201
I'm so sorry about your kitten. I've lost a pet before so I know what you are going through. Please take your time and I hope everything will turn out well.
This is the third cat we have lost. Reggie had a detirating jaw, Remy's kidney failed, and Onyx had a incureable virus. We lost Reggie and Remy about two years ago and we had gotten the three kittens in August just before I posted this story actually.
Mr Bata
Peace and Pieces,
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