Post by Toshiya on May 22, 2008 0:06:58 GMT -5
Imagine you only had three wishes.
What would you wish for?
Fame?
Fortune?
Love perhaps?
Now picture those wishes coming true.
He sat by that one grave for what seemed like hours after cleaning it off and setting a dozen black roses by the stone. The tombstone read Lydia Sykes and that she was a Hufflepuff. Death by Avada Kedavra. He had become quite attached to this grave since his first venture in March, and on that day he made a promise to the girl saying that he would be back. And he did.
Closing his eyes for a brief moment as he placed a Ouija board down next to him, he remembered a letter that he had received from home. The quote above was the first thing written. And since then he couldn't get the thought out of his mind. What would he wish for? How would it turn out of it came true? How would he react? But after a while he came up with at least one.
"I wish for Lydia to come back to life," he heard his voice ring in the stillness of the crypt. Regardless of how strange it sounded, he felt as if he had a spiritual connection to the girl buried before him. And from the conversations with her, compliments the oak board, he actually felt as if he made a close friend.
"Perhaps if we do meet in the next life, we would have much more to talk about," he smiled as he leaned back with his hands behind his head watching the sun drip through willow trees, crossing his black trouser covered legs. It was a nice spring day, so why not spend it outdoors. Even if it was in a graveyard.
Wish number two: Finding someone he could fall in love with and have them return the favor.
After all the time he spent there, another thought provoked his mind. What if he was to find true love here. Sure it was a long shot, but he was willing to risk it. Even if all dating attempts failed, he could bounce back in a few weeks to a month.
But yet again this went back to wish number one. Only if Lydia was alive.
God, am I falling in love with a spirit? he asked himself in disbelief. Perhaps I need therapy after all he laughed inwardly as he placed his hand on his chest through an open black oxford. Fiddling with the chains around his neck as the wind blew against his bare skin, the boy watched dandelion seeds fly past him, almost dancing with the summer breeze.
And with this came wish number three: If only he could manage to train his third eye so he could see Lydia.
Thoughts of what the girl looked like ran through his mind. It was almost like he had a pen pal yet never once seen a picture. And it a twisted way, it was. Was she a blond? A brunette? Maybe she was a red head? But then that triggered another series of questions. What did she do for fun? What color where her eyes?
Man, I'm growing obsessed with her he noticed as blue eyes widened in shock. This isn't healthy! It needs to stop! he yelled in his mind. But yet, all the same, he felt ill at ease. Forming his lips into a small frown, he considered the thought of dropping Onmyodo and picking up a more modern art form. Necromancy perhaps. But even then he would need a tutor in the subject. Someone who knew what they where doing.
And with that, his mind went blank.
What would you wish for?
Fame?
Fortune?
Love perhaps?
Now picture those wishes coming true.
He sat by that one grave for what seemed like hours after cleaning it off and setting a dozen black roses by the stone. The tombstone read Lydia Sykes and that she was a Hufflepuff. Death by Avada Kedavra. He had become quite attached to this grave since his first venture in March, and on that day he made a promise to the girl saying that he would be back. And he did.
Closing his eyes for a brief moment as he placed a Ouija board down next to him, he remembered a letter that he had received from home. The quote above was the first thing written. And since then he couldn't get the thought out of his mind. What would he wish for? How would it turn out of it came true? How would he react? But after a while he came up with at least one.
"I wish for Lydia to come back to life," he heard his voice ring in the stillness of the crypt. Regardless of how strange it sounded, he felt as if he had a spiritual connection to the girl buried before him. And from the conversations with her, compliments the oak board, he actually felt as if he made a close friend.
"Perhaps if we do meet in the next life, we would have much more to talk about," he smiled as he leaned back with his hands behind his head watching the sun drip through willow trees, crossing his black trouser covered legs. It was a nice spring day, so why not spend it outdoors. Even if it was in a graveyard.
Wish number two: Finding someone he could fall in love with and have them return the favor.
After all the time he spent there, another thought provoked his mind. What if he was to find true love here. Sure it was a long shot, but he was willing to risk it. Even if all dating attempts failed, he could bounce back in a few weeks to a month.
But yet again this went back to wish number one. Only if Lydia was alive.
God, am I falling in love with a spirit? he asked himself in disbelief. Perhaps I need therapy after all he laughed inwardly as he placed his hand on his chest through an open black oxford. Fiddling with the chains around his neck as the wind blew against his bare skin, the boy watched dandelion seeds fly past him, almost dancing with the summer breeze.
And with this came wish number three: If only he could manage to train his third eye so he could see Lydia.
Thoughts of what the girl looked like ran through his mind. It was almost like he had a pen pal yet never once seen a picture. And it a twisted way, it was. Was she a blond? A brunette? Maybe she was a red head? But then that triggered another series of questions. What did she do for fun? What color where her eyes?
Man, I'm growing obsessed with her he noticed as blue eyes widened in shock. This isn't healthy! It needs to stop! he yelled in his mind. But yet, all the same, he felt ill at ease. Forming his lips into a small frown, he considered the thought of dropping Onmyodo and picking up a more modern art form. Necromancy perhaps. But even then he would need a tutor in the subject. Someone who knew what they where doing.
And with that, his mind went blank.