Widow blinked to adjust to the light that suddenly filled the room. When he managed to adjust to not being in the dark anymore he couldnâ€™t help but stare. The young woman that was around his age was REEEEEEEEALLY beautiful. His cheeks got a faint pink tint to them as a weird feeling filled him in his lower stomach and a twinge in his heart. Then he pushed them away. Trying not to focus on strange things. Suddenly he realized he was staring and adverted his gaze to focus it on the little girl. â€œYes...you are beautiful.â€ He said in a shy voice. He looked at her. â€œThat wasnâ€™t magic sharing. That was your magic sparking off my body as I have found I am very vunerable to the supernatural. Therefore my body was absorbing your magic and thus we formed a link. So you saw the vision I was seeing.â€ He sighed. â€œThe visions are something I have to keep from my father as I do not wish to suffer more of his abuse than I have to.â€<br/><br/>He blinked a bit. â€œThough if it formed a link so easily it means you are extremely powerful with magic. Normally I can keep a link from forming is the only reason I say that.â€ He said thoughtfully. â€œThe man who is in that vision is what you would call an assassian of waht I call my fatherâ€™s cult. They all wear black robes and meet together fridays and saturdays. Whenever that man is somewhere and he has that expression on his face...things blow up. Mysteriously they just blow up.â€ He said. Shaking his head. â€œHe is also the man my father has spying on me off and on. I guess its to make sure I donâ€™t try to run away again. My father is a control freak.â€ He studied her. â€œDo not want the bloods crossed?â€ He echoed. He laughed a bit. â€œThat is amusing. Me I try to stay away from others business. I tend to try to be invisible especially around my father and those he calls his friends.â€<br/><br/>He looked down and then spoke into her mind.<span style="font-weight: bold">How is gifts like this wonderful? Aside from the fact if I had someone who actually cared and I was in danger I could communicate with them.</span>He then broke the link. â€œI am sorry that your magic linked to my vision. Whenever I am freed of the vision it is like a jolting shock. I believe since you connected with me and saw the vision you too experienced it. Yet you have never felt it before so it hurt you.â€<br/><br/>The ghost girl drifted closer and studied the woman. Not looking at her face but up into her eyes. Tilting her head side to side then floated back. Watching the ladyâ€™s mask appear. Her eyes lit up.<span style="font-style: italic">You were the lady who stopped the bad man who was killing everybody. You made the bad man stop and so my mommy and baby brother were able to get away. You were a wonderful dancer. You still have the same eyes...I wonâ€™t say your name lady. I donâ€™t even remember my own name.</span>She floated back and tilted her head.<span style="font-style: italic">That was the last thing I saw before my world went dim and then black completely. I saw you with fire coming from you and destroying the bad man. I saw that give mommy with my baby brother a chance to escape. Not many people made it out of that ball alive. Thank you lady. I woke and you were gone. I never got to say thank you.</span>She looked up and smiled.<span style="font-style: italic">I see my family now. I can go home. I want you to have this lady. It was my treasure. Mommy said it was passed down from mother to daughter for many times before it got to me.</span>A whiteish light with light green tints formed in the little girls hands. It floated over to the woman and when she took it in her hand was an amulet. (see image) It held a small amount of dragons fire magic within it.<span style="font-style: italic">Thank you lady...</span>She faded out and was gone.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Jewelry/dragonpendant.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Widow watched in awe as the girl crossed over. â€œWow...I donâ€™t know what that was all about but...I gathered that she was stuck here because she wanted to thank you. That is amazing...â€ He said in a hushed voice. Looking back at her. â€œI did not know this. I know my father does magic. I have seen spell books in the library in our house.â€<br/><br/>He blinked as suddenly she was laughing. He just kind of stared at her in confusion. A faint pink tint stained his cheeks when she started speaking after laughing. His features turned bright red when she touched his cheek and was centimeters away. If his brain had functioned to think to move it probably would have gone the wrong direction. The right direction being backing up some. This was so not fair. He was so not used to women being this close. He liked it. She was beautiful so he liked it even more. â€œI...I...uh...I....um...I...â€ He said. Getting all tongue tied with how close she was. For some reason he was having major difficulties getting a sentence out. His heart was racing and a strange warm feeling was in the pit of his stomach and threatening to go downwards. He had never felt that sort of thing before. He quickly shrugged it away and pushed it from his mind.<br/><br/>Suddenly she was not so close and the English language apparently found its way back to him. â€œYes...then I am happy I was able to help. I will help you heal anytime you need me to Victoria.â€ He offered warmly. Standing up and stretching. He blinked a bit. â€œOh...yes. There are people who practice magic so it only stands there is people who want to stop that. People fear what they donâ€™t understand. While others are fascinated by what they can not use.â€ He blinked a bit and frowned. â€œIâ€™m guessing it is that Holy Order thing my father is always ranting about to himself or whenever he is talking to someone on the phone.â€<br/><br/>He held his hand out and took hers. â€œGreat! Friends we are!â€ He said. Looking very happy and excited. â€œIâ€™ll let you have the room that is connected to mine. Iâ€™ll knock before I go in the bathroom. They are connected by a bathroom.â€ He said. He looked at her and then realized he hadnâ€™t let go of her hand. He quickly proceeded to do so. â€œYes...it is. My father wasnâ€™t so twisted when mother was alive. He just got worse when she wasnâ€™t there. She could heal like me.â€ He smiled at the memory. Shaking his head. â€œCâ€™mon. Iâ€™ll lead you there.â€ He said. Starting to walk then stopped and looked at her. â€œI doubt that...my father is a very sadistic, evil and twisted man.â€ he moved his hand to where his heart was. â€œHe likes to abuse me and cause me stress so that my heart murmurs will get really bad. So that the blood tears will flow forth. He collects the tears. He always has me tied up when he does that. I kind of black out when he is done and when I wake Iâ€™m in my own room. The bruises are the only way I know it really happened.â€ He shook his head.<br/><br/>â€œAnyways I am glad now I will have a friend. Now I will have something positive in my life.â€ He resumed leading her out of the warehouse and into the street. Waiting for her to come out so they could walk side by side. Perhaps this was going to be the start of a better way of life.