Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-5583506-20141010193807

Myling became pale and slowly crawled backwards. "I... I don't understand..."

"The remains at the bottom of the lake, Myling, they belong to you..."

"No!" exclaimed Myling. "I am... I am ALIVE! I am not... I am not dead!"

Riamide stood up and walked up to Rowan's side. "What you see before you, Rowan, is an apparition. A ghost... if you prefer it that way." She then looked at Myling. "There is a reason no one has been able to kill you, my child. That's because you are already dead. I wouldn't recommend being in the vicinity of silver and magic though."

Myling buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "S-stop... it..."

"Your father, Myling. He... he couldn't control his anger that time. He accidentally ended your life that day over five hundred years ago."

"S-stop..."

Riamide looked with pity upon the crying girl. "It's cruel indeed... to be bereaved of your life at such a young age should be considered the worst of crimes. But..." Riamide sighed. "Something went wrong during your... passing... as it does with most restless spirits. At the moment of your death... your conscience was sort of split in two..."

"Please, just... stop..."

"All your happy memories, the love for your fiancé and all earthly pleasures is what kept you lingering here..." Riamide remained quiet for a while. Myling was still crying with her face buried deep within her hands. "Do you see now what I wanted to keep her from, Rowan? Do you still care for her knowing what she is? A lost spirit who simply has refused to face the truth that there is nothing for her here."