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He says he's not ready for the change. He says he doesn't know where to go.
They tell him they don't care. They tell him they're done listening.
He leaves without another word. His paycheck and the clothes on his back are the only things he has. He doesn't know where to go.
The streets are crowded. It's market day. He slips through the streets easily, making a distance between him and the hotel. Thank goodness he spent his free time and breaks from work walking around the town, otherwise he would've gotten lost.
He wanders some, still unsure of where to go. His job was his only anchor in the world. Everyday, he worked from dawn to dusk to try to repay his debt to society. He never slept- he couldn't- and everything he did was with one hundred and twenty percent effort. He was always cautious with the guests- he tried not to scare them. He always turned in his papers on time- he was the most punctual person in the building. So why did he get fired?
Whether it was because he wasn't living or because they didn't want to pay him anymore, it didn't matter. He got fired that day, before the usual business hour, had five minutes to change out of the uniform, and was kicked out five minutes later. What was done was done and now Corstl can't ever go back.
But where would he go? He had no purpose. He had no place. He was a ghost without a motive, a boat without an anchor. And he was drifting farther away from the town- both physically and mentally. A misguided ghost, he walked away from the small town unsure where to go. Unsure whether to find a new purpose or not.
When you go to sleep for the night, you're usually relieved.
You could have had a stressful day or you're just looking forward to the morrow.
You close your eyes, expecting to wake up in the morning. There's usually no fear in doing so; you've gone to sleep all your life.
Good dreams will hopefully come. You hope all nightmares will stay away.
You thoughts soon turn into a muffled mess. You can't hear anything else.
It's dark for only a moment but then you begin to dream...
In the day, he walks.
At night he finds a tree to watch the sky from. He's haunted by his past; the only thing that distracts him are the burning light embedded deep into the sky. It makes him feel somewhat warmer which he used to think was impossible. Ghosts were creatures that always felt...frozen.
Dawn soon comes, and he's on his way again.
The cycle repeats itself for many days. Soon he's lost count of how long he's been walking.
But then, one day, the cycle is broken. One day he's walking along when he runs into something...strange.
Corstl was sitting underneath a great willow, tracing stars into moist soil. That night was overcast so he was unable to see the actual stars. He tried to convince himself the ones he drew were just as bright as the real ones in the sky.
Suddenly he hears a branch snap in half. His head shoots up and he tries to find the source of the noise.
After a few moments of silence, he returns back to his drawings. Another branch snaps.
'Who's there', he asks in a quiet tone. A heart beat later he gets an answer.
'Where are you?'
'Right here.' A face appears between the long leaves of the tree. The uni is bedraggled, with shaggy blonde hair, pale eyes, and a worn backpack hanging from his arm. Corstl inches back some.
'Hello,' Corstl says.
'What are you doing here?' The uni asks, which takes the Lutari aback.
'What are you doing here? I was here first.'
'I'm wandering too.' And with that the uni emerges fully from the foliage and takes a seat on the ground a little too close for Corstl's liking. The Lutari inched away some more.
'Jolly. Well sit with me without asking, will you?'
'That means it's okay...'
'No it doesn't. Why would you- never mind.'
'So, why are you wandering, new friend?'
'I'm not your friend. Yet? Anyway, I'm trying to find a purpose.'
'Yeah. I'm a ghost, haven't you the slightest idea?' He himself got an idea, and he leaned towards the stranger. 'Does that...bother you?' Corstl asked in a rather cliche "ghostly" voice.
'Why would it?'
'It bothers most people...'
'Well, not me. In fact, it's something we share in common.'
'You're a ghost?'
'Oh no! No, no, no! Not yet. Well, if I had the ability to become one...'
'You're confusing me, Cricket.'
'You never gave me a name.'
'Nice to meet you. We both are "unsound creatures", so we gotta stick together!'
'I never said I wanted to-'
'Don't be a loner. If you have a friend with you, you can find a purpose much faster. Friends help each other.'
'What do you want in return?'
'Your friendship. And...help me find the Reason.'
'Of why I'm here.'
'It sounds good to me.'
They shook hands and the journey began.
I just got lost!
Every river that I tried to cross
Every door I ever tried was locked
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
Cause along may come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost!
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gvn you ever held went off
Oh and I'm just waiting til the f!ring's stopped
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
-Lost, by Coldplay
Soon they start their first day. The walk around, passing many weeping willows and shallow ponds. The talk. And talk. And talk.
Corstl, about his past. He tells Livous, or "Cricket" as he rather refer him to, of the times when he was alive. He tells him how he used to be a rather good engineer in Moltara. But he was arrogant.
Soon he wasn't well liked down there, and he lost many friends. Over time he became so upset about his loneliness that he would yell or mess up a citizens equipment on purpose. He was the ultimate Scrooge during the holidays and the ultimate monster at Valentine's. Soon his wrath caught up with him though. One day he had an accident at work. He lost his life several minutes later.
After he became a ghost, he went up to the surface. Still sour about what happened, he haunted a few houses for a few years. But then... everything changed one day in the form of a little girl.
She came up to the attic of her house one day, and found Corstl staring angrily out the -blocked- She took a seat near him and calmly drew. He tried to scare her off after a while. She only laughed.
She came back the next day...and the next day. And the next day. Soon it was a regular thing she did. And over time...Corstl's heart eventually softened. His anger disappeared and he was able to have lovely conversations with the girl...who was now a young adult ready to move out and go someplace else.
Before she left, she told him there was good in the world. He just had to see it. He had to find a purpose and a way of making it shine brighter. Corstl is still in contact with her to this day.
Livous was rather touched by the story. He then tells Corstl of his past.
Oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone
-Dead and Gone, T.I. ft Justin Timberlake
They are friends. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and finally, they spend a year wandering together. They meet people on the way, run into small towns, and sometimes wander into a completely different direction.
But they are never lost.
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