“……aaaand…..how exactly would that be your fault?” Ender had let go of Hiro’s hand so that he could transform. He didn’t seem phased by the transformation at all, and seemed more concerned about the fact that his hand was now empty.
"Well, usually he has a slit mouth and stuff. I'm magic and out of food, so I thought it would be a good idea to…"
“Ohhhhhhhh…..” Ender connected the dots. “Oof. Also……who’re you?” He looked over at the semitransparent figure to the side of him. “…..and……if you can remember……and if you don’t mind telling me……when did you die? You look…..familiar……”
"I'm Agnes. I'm pretty sure I died in…1875, I think." she answered with a smile." Also, do you know what year it is? I can't remember."
He nodded. “Ah. Do you……do you remember the After? Before you became a ghost?…..”Ender communicated telepathically with Agnes.
’I was assigned to torture a group of souls, including you…….I couldn’t….it was unfair to you…..to all of them……so I began ferrying souls into the human world as ghosts……I have no idea if you remember…..’ He paused. ’I was kicked out of Heaven. If I’m being honest…… if I could go back, I wouldn’t do anything differently. It was unfair. You and the others didn’t deserve what they assigned me to do. Now……don’t tell the others I’m an angel…..please. I don’t know what they think I am, but I’m fairly sure that this would take them by surprise.’
Ender resumed the verbal conversation.
“It’s……20…..2021? I think? I could be wrong…..”
"No, not really. And you said…20…21?" Agnes answered trying to keep the surprise on her face and in her voice on a low ‘I won’t,’ she thought to him.
Ender nodded. “I think it is….but then again, I might be wrong….I’ve always been terrible with time….”
"I think I remember feeling pain, then nothing, then…something, but my mind must've filled in the gap."
'when were you thrown out of heaven' Agnes thought.
“Hm.” Ender acted as if he didn’t quite understand what death felt like, trying to hide that he had any association with the Divine. He could only go into his full form if he really wanted to, which was hopefully going to be good enough to prevent any slip-ups. His wacky eyeball form was only half of it. He figured that would be more acceptable to the others, though. He had no idea what their opinions on the Divine were, so he figured he’d play it safe. For now, at least.
’Around 1913, I believe. Time passes differently in the After, so I’m not sure.’
'Did you see a person named Charles? He might have been my brother'(still thoughts)
'Or anyone name Marie or John? those were my parents'
’I think…..my memory isn’t the greatest though…..what did he look like? If you can remember…..there are quite a few people named Charles, Marie and John in this world….’
'I don't know, I'm blind. My parents said we had brown hair, blue eyes, and my father had a beard. That might not help, though'
’Hm…..I don’t believe so….they must’ve been assigned to one of the others….I’m sorry, it’s been a while…..’ Ender messed with the stick that he had found, again. ’I’m guessing you see telepathically…..do you see me as a human? Or as my full form, 6 wings, eyes everywhere, halos and all? I’m curious….’
'I can only feel an outline of people, and their outline is what others see. But for you, I feel two outlines overlapping…so both, I guess.'
’ah. Thank you, Agnes.’ Ender put the stick down, hoping no one noticed how long he was staring off.
'Your welcome…'
Hiro shook his head as if a great pain had just rushed on him. Falling backward he shifted back. He whined in pain. “ morphing back hurts. “ he said to himself more than anyone else. “ and I suppose little fox, but, how would they know what I can do. You three are the only ones who have seen my dragon state” he said while looking dazed. Hiro always got an extremely bad migraine after changing for long times.
( sorry I was at Holliday world before I go back to school!)
"I don't know how they would, perhaps they just want more creepypastas. Perhaps your strength is not a part of this."
Hiro nodded. He stayed sitting until he heard a larger critter come bounding near the clearing. scales flooded his hands and cheeks, the hell houndish growl emitted from him once more. He stood in a defensive stance in front of ender to face Where the dog would be coming.
"Is that a dog? Its face feels different," Agnes whispered to Yarinaoshi.
Hiro watched the dogs carefully, he pulled his hunter's knife ( a kbar ) holding it ready to fight.
Yarinaoshi gulped, trying to hide behind the corner.