Specters of Life

Serenity walked over to the gate of the graveyard quietly, her bare feet made the most sound as she walked on the pavement. The pitter-patter of feet was quiet around her and she knew how to walk without a sound.

Serenity pulled at her khaki halter shirt collar. She was wearing flowing cream pants that cut off at the knee and went with the khaki shirt well. It was defiantly a different look and one that no matter how odd managed to fade into the back of one's mind, although her emerald eyes could always bore a hole through whatever falsehood you wanted to say.

Serenity's eyes held the sight to the apocalypse and then some. They had seen death and destruction, mutilation and resurrection, murder and hate. That was the reason her fingers were lacing through the complex designs of the surrounding fencing.

She owed the souls a helping hand.

This wasn't a day she looked forward to in her life. She often made conscious attempts to not look forward in time to this moment. She never liked seeing the souls who couldn't leave the place they were buried because they didn't want to let go. Life was still to real for them to let go, so they held on to it until they withered away.

She had been conversing with some of the spirits here for her entire life as had other mediums before her. Some ghosts had been here longer than most people would believe and had learned how to tackle the sands of time.

Even for Serenity those ghosts were difficult to see as they had withered away to a fragment of the self they had once been. "Sorina none of them are going to let go today," she said sadly to the quiet dove hovering beside her.

Sorina cooed quietly, "Yes well I doubt some ever will, but with time some might and it's worth it to try." she said softly, her wings making no sound as they didn't need wind to stay up.

Serenity nodded, her long blonde hair flowed down her back as she turned her gaze to the pure white dove, "But what should I say to them today?" she asked miserably, she didn't know what else to say to them, nothing ever seemed to help them, not even visits from spirits who had chosen to stay rather than move on. Nothing helped and it was wearing thin on her limited patience.

Sorina sighed, "I don't know." she said helplessly it seemed that there was only so much you could say to a spirit before they tuned you out completely. It was frustrating for the both of them to no end.

Serenity sighed and glanced around her quickly, "Man I must sound crazy talking to a spirit... that no one else can hear..." she said thoughtfully.[/size]

Sheikhan had already been in the cemetary.

A trenchcoat stretched to her heels, half covering her black, old-style shoes. Boots maybe? One couldn't tell, as they were covered by marron pants that matched her short hair. She was seemed average in height and weight.

She had been standing stock still for quite a while, looking at a statue marking a tomb. A being with great wings, stretching to and fro, with what seemed like a knight's helmet on, and a long sleeve t-shirt, and long pants, all carve in stone, the face being unchiseled beneath what one could see.

And that's when Serenity came in and talked to invisible creatures. Now who is she talking to? she asked herself in her mind, and stepped away from the statue to go closer to serenity. "What's..." she began to say, more likely a mutter probably, before serenity said the word spirit, and she quickly recovered by saying "Some souls are more stubborn than others to leave this realm" she said, in her mind, thinking of herself, as well as the spirits that probably brushing up to her.

Though Sheikhan didn't have a choice but to stay in this realm, as she could not die, as time had nothing against her, it was like comparing a twig to a great-sword, for all the worth aging had done to Sheikhan, even the River Styx tried aging her to death at one point, with no success.

Serenity felt her back stiffen in shock, she hadn't seen anyone else in the cemetery that day, well other than Sorina but she didn't really count. "Who the hell are you?" she asked in absolute shock. She knew nothing about this person from future conversations or otherwise. Her emerald eyes glazed over for a moment and a maroon symbol appeared on her forehead for a moment before her eyes focused back on reality, "And why don't you have a future?" she asked again in shock.

My..." she started, and thought about it. "The name is. Sheikhan" She said shrugging within her trenchcoat. And slipped her hands out of the pockets. "And you say I have no future, Why?" she asked, moving to sit down on a tombstone nearby, she didn't really care about respecting the spirit that resided, if any, in the grave.

Her dull eyes were marroon, matching her hair and her pants. "Why is it she says I have no future?" she asked herself more than anybody else, outloud.

Serenity glared at the girl and pulled her off of the tombstone. "Ok number one the dead wish to be respected." she began her emerald eyes flashing dangerously.

Sorina had very rarely seen her friend like this, practically twitching from barely controlled anger. Although her anger made her look much taller than she really was along with the maroon symbol on her forehead which helped with the pissed off bit a lot. All together she finally remembered why she didn't like pissing Serenity off.

Serenity narrowed her eyes slightly and flicked her hair out of her face as though it were a bug that had to be squished, "Why couldn't I see what you were going to say?" she growled to herself more than to Sheikhan. "Yes and apperently you don't have a future at all and have no impact on it either." she grumbled in a very irritable voice.[/size]

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"Fine, fine" Sheikhan muttered, complying to stand up, so Serenity wouldn't mess with her balance,though unless Serenity had something, if sheikhan had chosen to stay, she could have used strength to stay down.

Sheikhan's eyes flashed, for once with the recognition of what went on in her head, before returning to the dull look, which turned to a glare, as her hand flashed up to resst on Serenity's shoulder.

"I very much beg to differ, I could end your future, just now, All I have to do is squeeze." She said, letting on pressure before releasing it.

(I forgot the pass to my sheikhan account, *plans on fixing this but not now)

Serenity gasped in pain not used to being ready for the feeling before it happened. She had always been able to prepare for anything painful that was going to happen to her. Always, it was an odd feeling to just have the pain catch her when she was least expecting it, "How come I couldn't see that..." she said confusion and fear creeping their way into her gaze, "How is that possible..." she said quietly and glanced up at Sheikhan.

Sorina's wing brushed Serenity's horror struck face, it was a question to what was going on and for once Serenity actually answered, "I can't see her... It's like she doesn't exist in time..." Serenity said in shock.

Sorina's beak dropped open, "WHAT?!"[/size]

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Sheikhan turned, twisting to look back at the statue of the angel-like being. Something pushing against the back of her cloak. Unable to hear Sorina, she hadn't gotten angry at it. "You can't see me, you know that there are those you can not predict, yet I have impacted your future in terms of this, that now you'll probably find a way to see over this" She muttered quietly
Immediately after she finished her mouth stretched in a yawn. And she stooped down next to the plaque, scratching behind her head, whatever was beneath her trenchcoat on the back rustled again, and in an abrubt change of conversation. "Hey... Can... Can I ask you... Uh... A question?" she asked, turning to look back, a slight blush of embarrassment on her cheeks, and the embarassment showing in her eyes and mouth set.

Serenity nodded although still very frightened of this new development she nodded, although scared out of her mind she was happy to assist this person, helping was second nature to her and she'd be damned before she stopped.[/size]

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"Uhm..." She stalled, trying to think of an excuse, and put her pointer finger on the plaque. "Err.... It's too faded, what... what does it say?" She asked, embarassed to the point of stuttering.

Her claim that it was faded, was obviousosly bull shit, as it was able to clearly Read the incription.
'The empty grave below, siginfies the supposed remnance of the immortal god of war, of a small society, on the edge of the Mayan empire in its prime. The statue above, shows the image of their being, an angel-like creature, with abilities equal to the Local Super-Heroes. '
_{-donated by the Jump City Historical Society}