The Quick
Long forgotten midnight dancer
plays her final role.
Her curtain falls,
but I'm still standing
in the Theatre of the soul
Those left behind, the still living, whether they are
family, lovers, or enemies, it all comes back to them. Many wraiths are still tied
to their mortal days by one of these. It is a hard bond to break, and one that many
wish they could once again claim.
A mortal can be the source of pleasure, pain or
even pathos. The sorrow of a wife for her dead husband can bind him to her
for the rest of her life. The love and protection of a wraithly husband
is an unrequited passion that only wraiths can understand. The hollow empty
space found in the heart of a widow. This is what it means to be a wraith.
For whatever reason be it religion, fear, or ignorance, there are
the ghost hunters. They hunt the restless dead tirelessly, looking for whatever
had motivated the hunt. Some are fanatics who search the world over to find the
dead, and destroy them. Others only wish to help them find the peaceful sleep that
they have been denied. Still others are only curious and offer no harm. Loved ones;
Emily LeClaire
The Hunters;
The Reluctant;