I decided I don't really need reveiws, it will help me understand my character better, but thank you LoveGarden22, you can be my Jack, or mini-me. Anyway, you learn some things that you might not have known about Ema in this chapter, and I may have taken some fansongs and incorperated them into my story. Just to be clear, I do not own the songs, or RotG, just Ema, and other spirits you haven't heard of before, like the demons. Enjoy, and rate, and if you are reveiwing, no flames please.


I was sitting at the very top of my tree. I wasn't really doing anything, just thinking; processing my memories.

I went back to when I first woke up, when I first saw the moon. I thought everything was going to be all right, I discover I have these amazing powers, and then when I get to town I realize I don't really exist. I cried so much that night. Then I went on the road, hoping someone could see me. I met all these other spirits, but no person. I made mini-me out of my loneliness.

After 25 years, I met Jack. He's been like family, he's cared. Now he's a guardian and now I see him less then usual. Not to mention I found out I never had a past. Finding that out, I cried like my birth night.

Plus, there are my fears to worry about. I'm claustrophobic like crazy, and after all these years I'm still not past it. I'm still sleeping in the tree knothole of a hollow tree, and I've put in an emergency exit.

When Jack told me about not being believed in, it scared the willies out of me. I did not come up with any more ideas that night, as in to say, I didn't sleep. It still scares me today.

Nothing has really changed, then how come I thought that today everything would. Sure I have had tiny changes over the years, but nothing that would really change my life.

I haven't really helped anyone except bring illusions to people. If the man in the moon could, I bet he would unmake me. I would just be one problem off his hands, I hadn't made any progress.

I looked up at the moon, in the quiet of the night. To think, I just got here and the leaves are starting to slowly fall to the ground. This is the town where it all began, where I stumbled out of that tree, and into town.

I'm always stuck on the side lines and watched by silent moon's bright eyes. He never talks back. I could swear he was looking at me that moment, his eyes full of worry. I bet he was thinking that I was a mistake.

I've always imagined what it would be like to be believed in, it kept my hopes up. I imagined whenever I flew by, people would turn their heads to watch me, they would comment on how I was better then cupid with my arrows. Children would chase me and we would race, I would sometimes let them win. They would marvel at what I could do, and try to make stuff themselves. Its closest thing I've got to a dream. Everyday it gets farther away from me.

I remember when I told Jack that someday we would be believed in. Easy for him, he used to be somebody. I'm probably going to be an invisible nomad forever.

It's actually pretty hard to be me, always being invisible. I can go all over the world, and I bring illusions with me. I don't really mind being by myself, making pictures and causing trouble, but seriously, 275 years really pushes it. I wasn't anyone before I was me, I guess saying that, considering who I am, is a little weird. Nothing I do really matters, everyone is going to continue to walk through me.

My thoughts are interrupted by Jack. "Ema." He startled me a little. "You just flew off, are you alright?"

I really did not want comfort right now. It took a while for the tears to stop. I'm the only spirit I know who can cry, because I can show how sad I am. It's my little illusion. Anyway, the tears just stopped and my face wasn't red anymore, I made myself stop. You remember when I first woke up, I told you I could change my appearance, but it is mostly a subconscious thing. The look of crying is one of the looks I can change. I made myself stop crying, dried myself, and made myself normal toned. I took a lot of willpower to stop myself from turning white, but left my mouth dry. "I'm… fine. Really, I'm used to not being recognized."

Jack's code for 'you're lying' was always 'you're turning white" because he knew that's what happened when I lied, it would also clarify he knew I was lying, just by looking at me, because I was white. What he said next really surprised me.

"I know you're holding it back, because you don't have to turn white for me to know you're lying."

"You know me that well, huh."

"I guess you could never really lie to me."

"That's not really true, a while back; me turning white was the only way you could tell."

I remembered the memory of when I was able to trick Jack.


Jack always tried to break into the North Pole. I even tried once, but I couldn't get past all the Yetis. I was on my way to Scotland to try to make another illusion of the loch ness monster. That was when a cold wind started to push me north.

I was fighting against it, but it was really strong. It was then I realized the wind belonged to jack and stopped fighting against it; I wanted to see what Jack wanted. It kept pushing me until I reached the North Pole.

I was right, Jack was there. When I landed, he greeted me with happiness. "Ema, glad you could make it."

"Make it? Your wind pushed me all the way here. What do you want?"

"You see that?" he said, pointing to the North Pole.

"The North pole? What about it," I asked, even though I knew he wanted to break in.

"I want to get in, and I realized you could make illusions."

"You want me to make you an illusion so you can get in?"

"Yes, thank you for understanding."

"Jack, do you know how much trouble I will get in, for this?"

"I don't know, how much?"

"Beats me, I was asking you. Anyway, what type of an illusion do you want?"

"Anything, I just need a distraction."

"Hmm, fire? Too unrealistic, hmmm, I've got it! How about another you?"

"What?"

"I'm saying, while the other you is breaking in one way and has all the Yeti's attention, the real you will break in another way."

"That's a great idea Ema!"

"First, I need a really good idea of what you look like," I said, looking him all over.

"You already know what I look like."

"You don't understand Jack, when I make illusions; every detail has to be exact. Otherwise the illusion will look sloppy, poorly done, inadequate, and completely noticeable as a fake."

"Isn't there another way you could do this," asked Jack, clearly uncomfortable.

"Well, I could always just fire this at you," I said, pulling out my sword.

"No, this way is okay," he said, instanly changing his mind. I continued to look him over, until I had every detail of what I wanted the illusion to look like. Then I pulled out my sword.

"This deserves the big guns." I loaded it into my bow. I was aiming it at Jack. "This will only take a second."

"I thought you weren't going to shoot me with that." He was starting to panic.

"Who said that, this is much easier."

"Is this going to hurt?"

"It's going to hurt tons."

"You're not turning white."

"Really, I thought I was; it's not going to hurt at all."

"Now you're turning white." I chuckled. He closed his eyes and then I shot the sword.

"Has it speared me yet?"

"Nope, but there is an illusion that makes it look like there is 2 of you." He opened his eyes, and it was like he was staring at his reflection with no mirror.

"You tricked me."

"Yup, I was lying when it looked like I wasn't, I didn't even hit you. Even if I did, I wouldn't let it hurt you. I only cause pain with my weapons to those who deserve it. Technically, spirits I want to hurt. The only ones I would do it too are cupid and someone trying to hurt me."

"That was nice to know," he said sarcastically.
"Okay, illusion me, break in that way," he said, pointing to a window. Illusion Jack just blinked.

"Sorry Jack, they only listen to me. I'm like the illusion master. Okay, illusion Jack, break in that way," I said, pointing to the same window, and off illusion Jack went.

"Thanks Ema, you're the best," said Jack, about to make his move, but I stopped him.

"Remember Jack, if this works, I want to know every single detail of what you saw in there."

"All right, all right, see you later Ema."

"Take care Jack." Off Jack went. As I was leaving, I tried tuning into the illusion's vision, but I somehow couldn't. That could only mean one thing. "If illusion Jack has already disappeared, what's happening to the real Jack?" At a distance, I could see a blue speck being thrown out of the North Pole. "I better get out of here before he realizes I haven't left yet and asks me for another illusion." With that, I continued on my way to Scotland.


I was snapped back to the present. "I didn't get a believer until I was 300 years old, you are only 275, and you'll get one someday, just not today."

"But everyone has believers but me; everyone has a past but me. I'm alone, completely alone. No one knows how I feel, and I mean no one. I might not get a believer in 25 years; I might get one in 250 years. It's nice of you to try to comfort me Jack, but it's just no use. I'm too down in the dumps. I just need some time to cool down, you know." At the moment, I was a light shade of blue.

"I understand, Ema. Well, talk to you soon, okay." Jack and I never really said goodbye, because we live forever and we knew we would see each other again.

"Okay, see you soon, Jack." Then Jack left, and I was alone again.

There was the moon. Still staring at me with it's silent eyes full of worry.

"You know, I would really like to know why I'm the special case," I asked the moon.

"Why did you pull me out of no where? why am I the only one with no believers? What can I do that can get me one, and not get me in trouble?" No answer.


So how was that? Ema talked to the moon. Stay tuned.