Brittle twigs snapped under feet, but
they made no noise. Grass brushed
against feet, but they made no mark. Wind
whistled on the lake, and it cleared the path easily without
hitting anyone. Yet, there
was still a being there. Watching. Waiting. Biding
their time before the signal was
given…There!
Green poison
scorched the earth, rotting the soil to an ugly radioactive
green. It agonizingly crept up trees, wilting their leaves and
drooping branches. Buds shriveled up and animals sought out
refuge in their homes. A crown of
green blended with yellow stood out in the dying lakebed. And
slowly, that crown tilted up to reveal a figure
underneath. The figure
looked like a real Barbie, with a waist of 6 inches. It was
physically impossible to have that body,
unless… HRUNK! A
golden projectile flew out from the figure’s hand,
knocking an enemy down effortlessly. Unlike before, the object
had solidly hit the enemy…a ghost. Before the
grimacing specter could react, square bumps popped out from the
gold missile, growing larger until they dug themselves into the
ground. Like before, veins of green spread out where gold met
earth, crackling with energy. The ghost
tried to heave himself up, but the gold missile pressed
tighter. With a wail of outrage, the ghost dissolved into
ectoplasmic goo. One ghost,
with an odd looking complexion of protruding bones and rotting
flesh covered with a faint green glow, clacked its teeth. It
seemed to be in charge, and other ghosts with the same
zombie-like structure surged forward to meet their
attacker. The figure
leveled out her hands, and several more golden weapons whizzed
through the air. A dozen more
ghosts fell. The lieutant
ghost clicked its teeth and the army of ghouls backed away from
the lake. Then they turned and flew into the north, away from
the crags and the forest. The figure
was able to step out of the glistening now-green water. Her
toes left the pebbly lakebed and rested themselves on
grass. She looked
up as a flame of light frolicked in stony mountains, miles
away. The girl snapped her fingers, and a flickering spark
nestled in her palm. She brightened its glow and flashed a
message back to the mountains in Morse
code. The sun had set
and started over, and it was probably about 6:00 in the
morning. Daybreak was upon
the girl. The fiery
sun crept up into the sky. As soon as a single ray of sunshine
hit the girl, her form shimmered in
translucency. It was
confirmed. The brave girl was
a spirit. A Miatel, in fact. Pyrite.
Madame
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