A lone figure stood by the edge of the dark forest. A girl with raven hair, jet black eyes and a face void of any expression. She stood there with both hands clasped together, waiting diligently for something or someone to arrive. It was strange due to the fact that the very forest before her was the infamous Spooky Forest, dwelling place of various dark creature which are mischievous and malevolent in nature,but then again, the little girl in red and black uniform was no ordinary girl.
"Master how long are we going to wait here?" came a faint voice. "We have been standing here for almost an hour now." Another voice spoke, this one with a softer tone, perhaps a female's voice. "Hush now Morpheus, you know as well as I do that master dislikes to wait as well, but she isn't moaning and whining about it like you are doing now." Two small hovering balls of ectoplasm energy appeared by her side, one red and the other purple. It was the ghostly visage of her minions. The purple ghost flame belonged to Morpheus, the ever complaining demon of dreams and nightmare while the red belonged to Ashara, a spirit who guides the souls of the dead to the other side. The two continued on their bickering until the little girl couldn't take any more or their yapping and shouted. "Will you guys just shut it? Im already annoyed as it is, dont add up anymore to my misery." Ashamed of what they have done the two went silent and puffed out of existence. That was when she noticed that someone had managed to sneak up on her.
"Master how long are we going to wait here?" came a faint voice. "We have been standing here for almost an hour now." Another voice spoke, this one with a softer tone, perhaps a female's voice. "Hush now Morpheus, you know as well as I do that master dislikes to wait as well, but she isn't moaning and whining about it like you are doing now." Two small hovering balls of ectoplasm energy appeared by her side, one red and the other purple. It was the ghostly visage of her minions. The purple ghost flame belonged to Morpheus, the ever complaining demon of dreams and nightmare while the red belonged to Ashara, a spirit who guides the souls of the dead to the other side. The two continued on their bickering until the little girl couldn't take any more or their yapping and shouted. "Will you guys just shut it? Im already annoyed as it is, dont add up anymore to my misery." Ashamed of what they have done the two went silent and puffed out of existence. That was when she noticed that someone had managed to sneak up on her.