Illumination
I was walking along a dark path, in a deep, strange area. Something was just not right here. My supernatural powers alerted me to the danger here, but I could not place the sensation. Was it fear? I am still not sure to this day.
I continued on, not sure where I was going. Time passed, as it always did for me, very slowly. For what does time mean to a ghost? My relatively brief journey along the path came to an abrupt halt as I suddenly came upon a dark mansion.
Odd, I thought, how I hadn't seen it from a distance, for the structure was well over three stories tall and as imposing as a dwelling can be. No matter, there it stood. I felt danger, that was for certain, thus I spoke a word of power and shimmered from view.
Things were dark and shadowy inside, and extremely hazy. I could barely keep track of my own body in the misty air. I searched room after room and found nothing - until I found the attic. I entered the attic as I had entered all the other rooms. Since this was the last room, I came to rest upon an old trunk and let my form become visible. As I sat there contemplating my next move, a sudden force slammed my body, like nothing ever had before! Things happened so fast from there, I barely remember even fighting my unseen attacker.
I knew my Battleball had struck, but the only vision I truly remember was being overcome with a shadowy veil, which forced me to reach into the ethereal plane and heal my battered form. In the final moment of battle, I was near death. One more strike and I would forever die, I knew this, and it struck me cold to my very soul. I had never before encountered such fear, such emotion and instinct for survival before. My normal meditations had been prepared enough for me to invoke magical visions of horror at the creature, but my higher meditations saved my soul. I fell into a small trance-like state and called forth the devestation that is my energy drain. Time stood still for a moment, I could feel the whitish mist emanating from my fingertips, toward the creature.
In a howl of rage and utter agony, like nothing I have ever heard before, the mist drained the final remnants of existence from the creature and then returned to me. The mists encircled my mind and soothed my soul. I had been saved.
I sat thinking though, that I was powerful. I had survived an attack by something I had no knowledge of, something that could have easily killed me in one blow. My mind was the key, and I knew that, in time, nothing would ever stand in my way again, for I am Power and my name is Fear, I am a Ghost!
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