Come closer, young spirit walker [CA Unlearn; NC Narrative]
Why must I constantly be drawn into the world of the living?
Enzan sighed, leaning back against a rock in his forest clearing and ruffling his hair. It had been weeks since he'd picked up the ghost of the former Mizukage and he didn't seem to be done with council and living affairs yet. Indeed, whenever he went near the town he was only pulled in further and further.
Is this a sign?
The wind blew gently through the trees. It was a cool, crisp morning, the fog obscuring the sun and allowing him to stare straight into the sky. As he did so he absently jabbed a needle containing an antidote into his arm to keep the poisons from causing any lasting damage. His veins drank up the drug quickly and he tucked the needle back into his medical kit to be sterilized later.
Whatever happens is meant to happen. So...am I meant to interact more with the living?
He lifted his right hand to the sky, spread wide, and studied it. There was a faint hint of transparency about it, marking him as not truly of the living. He generally enjoyed that, but today it bothered him. If he was somehow defying his destiny...
I shouldn't be doing that. It's wrong of me. If I need to sacrifice comfort to fulfil my fate, so be it.
While he stepped so close to the other side, it made his connection here all the more tenuous. He discarded the idea that his remote home was furthering this as well; it was the place he was most attached to on this world. If he moved somewhere else it simply wouldn't be the same.
If I were truly unfettered by human emotions I wouldn't have been so upset at being betrayed. Clearly I am more attached to life than I thought...or perhaps I'm not entirely adverse to being drawn further into it. Either way, this half-self I seem to be is serving no purpose. I'll still be able to follow the goddess Morgaine either way.
He stretched his arms over his head, then dropped them back to his sides. The rock he was leaning against was growing warm from his body heat, proof he was still real. Spirits flitted about the glade, often nothing more than coloured shimmers in the mist.
I thought this truly was a gift when I gained it... Then he corrected himself. Not a gift, a price. My price for staying in this world was being anchored to the other as well. So then why does it seem like I am supposed to be giving it up?
He threw his arms back around his head, not quite resting on them but letting them drape over the cool part of the rock.
Maybe my price is served? It's been a long time, after all. Or perhaps I was meant to get it taken away once I became fond of it...
He dozed off on the rock and didn't awaken until far into the night. When he did it was dead silent, the ghosts resting and not even the sound of an animal or a breeze. The fog had cleared from the area and he lifted his hand up to the bright crescent moon. While the light still tinged and latched onto his skin, it no longer passed through even faintly.
"So it is my destiny," he murmured quietly. "I accept it. I am bound to this world and I will serve it as I can."
Enzan sighed, leaning back against a rock in his forest clearing and ruffling his hair. It had been weeks since he'd picked up the ghost of the former Mizukage and he didn't seem to be done with council and living affairs yet. Indeed, whenever he went near the town he was only pulled in further and further.
Is this a sign?
The wind blew gently through the trees. It was a cool, crisp morning, the fog obscuring the sun and allowing him to stare straight into the sky. As he did so he absently jabbed a needle containing an antidote into his arm to keep the poisons from causing any lasting damage. His veins drank up the drug quickly and he tucked the needle back into his medical kit to be sterilized later.
Whatever happens is meant to happen. So...am I meant to interact more with the living?
He lifted his right hand to the sky, spread wide, and studied it. There was a faint hint of transparency about it, marking him as not truly of the living. He generally enjoyed that, but today it bothered him. If he was somehow defying his destiny...
I shouldn't be doing that. It's wrong of me. If I need to sacrifice comfort to fulfil my fate, so be it.
While he stepped so close to the other side, it made his connection here all the more tenuous. He discarded the idea that his remote home was furthering this as well; it was the place he was most attached to on this world. If he moved somewhere else it simply wouldn't be the same.
If I were truly unfettered by human emotions I wouldn't have been so upset at being betrayed. Clearly I am more attached to life than I thought...or perhaps I'm not entirely adverse to being drawn further into it. Either way, this half-self I seem to be is serving no purpose. I'll still be able to follow the goddess Morgaine either way.
He stretched his arms over his head, then dropped them back to his sides. The rock he was leaning against was growing warm from his body heat, proof he was still real. Spirits flitted about the glade, often nothing more than coloured shimmers in the mist.
I thought this truly was a gift when I gained it... Then he corrected himself. Not a gift, a price. My price for staying in this world was being anchored to the other as well. So then why does it seem like I am supposed to be giving it up?
He threw his arms back around his head, not quite resting on them but letting them drape over the cool part of the rock.
Maybe my price is served? It's been a long time, after all. Or perhaps I was meant to get it taken away once I became fond of it...
He dozed off on the rock and didn't awaken until far into the night. When he did it was dead silent, the ghosts resting and not even the sound of an animal or a breeze. The fog had cleared from the area and he lifted his hand up to the bright crescent moon. While the light still tinged and latched onto his skin, it no longer passed through even faintly.
"So it is my destiny," he murmured quietly. "I accept it. I am bound to this world and I will serve it as I can."