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After Life

#7

Though I was undeniably enticed by the idea of another apparition with which I could converse, there was not a chance I would let that belligerent slattern know I felt that way! I fled the scene of my rude dismissal, and refused to come out of the castle for over a week.

After that brief period of withdrawal, I decided to renew my dedication to my true purpose. Over the next few months, I haunted the castle grounds with the expertise gifted to me by centuries’ practice and commitment. When it wasn’t too sunny out, I frequently shrieked at entire groups of people even during the day, chilling them so that their breath shone in the air.

I was particularly hard on any of those hippies that I saw. I resented them for having misled me on my mission of peace and friendship. Truthfully, I wondered if perhaps they were all members of an evil cult, given that my carven stone had been received so poorly. As their kind was the most likely to show up at night, or to venture into the darker nooks and crannies of my castle, I didn’t hesitate to materialize and throw my screaming head at the lot of them.

But after some time, even the terror of the living couldn’t distract me from the hurt of my rejection. Though their screams were delightful, and I relished seeing every set of soiled trousers… I couldn’t prevent melancholy from overwhelming me once more. Dejected, I retreated to the depths of the dungeons.

I languished in self-pity for a long time, even by my standards. It was not at all like me to resign myself to doleful inactivity, but I felt oppressed by the weight of my failure. I simply could not bring myself to care enough to rise.

One night, I began to fidget uncontrollably. Nothing could soothe me, and at last, I dragged myself from the dungeons to go for what I reckoned would be a short stroll through the fog.

I had intended to avoid walking in the field entirely, much less approaching anywhere near the site where I had seen the strange woman when she came. Nevertheless, I found myself inexorably drawn to that very spot. I frowned when I came upon my sundered stone, upon which I had spent so much time and effort.

As I looked up from my poor, unwanted rock, I was shocked to see the white figure of the surly woman beneath the trees once again! Without thinking at all, I reached down, plucked the halves of my stone from the ground, and threw them at her. Whether I intended to insult, make another overture of goodwill, or perhaps just garner myself some attention, I could not have said.

The two halves both flew right through the woman’s left knee, and she turned her scornful gaze upon me once more. I flinched, feeling ashamed in the aftermath of my reckless deed. Despite everything, I realized abruptly that I hoped desperately to avoid rejection. Nervous, I gripped my hands together and grinned like an idiot.

The lady rolled her eyes at me, then turned and fetched up the bits of rock I had thrown. She took a moment to examine them, then turned and shook her head at me, “This again? Are you some kind of warlock?”

At last, I was being given an opportunity to speak! “No, not in the slightest! I thought those were symbols of camaraderie and welcome!” If I had been living, I would have held my breath as I waited for her to respond.

Her frown appeared to slightly lessen in intensity. “It’s quite ill-mannered to throw rocks at people, fancy-man!”

Fancy man? I supposed it did make some sense that I would appear extravagantly outfitted to a woman who only ever wore a tattered nightdress. “I reassure you, my only intent was to make a friendly overture.” I paused, mildly embarrassed. “You see, I cannot come any closer, there is an unseen barrier to my movement. I am tied to my castle.”

She snorted at me, apparently disgusted, “So you do live in that castle yonder! Why am I not surprised, a spoiled prat like you!”

I forced myself to ignore her insult, as well as refrain from correcting her about my ‘living’ anywhere. “Can you approach me, miss…?”

She shook her head, as though I had asked the most obvious thing in the world. “(Y/N), and of course not! I was murdered over there,” she pointed further into the trees, “and so I’ve been stuck in the same spot for ages! Don’t you think I’d leave this forest if I could?”

Unsure what to say, I forced a smile and looked at the ground. When I glanced upward, I saw she was looking at me, for the first time with a more neutral expression. I opened my mouth to say something hopefully charming, but she cut me off, “Save it, aristocrat! I’ve had more than my fill of your kind.”

I sighed as she frowned again before turning away. Quickly, I shouted after her, “Perhaps we could speak again at a later date, Lady (Y/N)?”

Though she didn’t overtly respond, I couldn’t help but notice that she set the pieces of my stone down with care before retreating in full. Hope blossomed anew in my breast. Her name was (Y/N)!

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Comments

@Underworld's Heiress


Hi! I'm busy trying to improve my health. Hopefully I will get better soon. :3

How're you doing?

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
6/9/19

Poor (Y/n)... Hi how are you? Missed talking to you.

@Maddijuana

Yay! I'm so glad! <3

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
5/12/19

Ooh yes another chapter! made my day man

Maddijuana Maddijuana
5/11/19

@Underworld's Heiress

I’m so glad you liked it!

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
1/29/19