A.N.

I'm sorry I left it so long without an update, but that was due to the attention my other two epics needed, I couldn't complete them without this story suffering, and I'd rather give this one all the attention it needs.

And at last, I can.

Enjoy!

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Chapter4- Wannaweep

The sun began to set; Keia should start heading home, but she has been aching to visit a place she hadn't yet. A lake, perhaps there might be hope for a pretty spot to visit while she's living in this God forsaken town.

As she trekked down the quiet and desolate road she spotted the rotting sign directing her to the lake, now she's beginning to have a bad feeling about this. Something told her to shrug it off, but she couldn't.

Then she decided to think about something else…that girl.

She shuddered at the thought of being haunted by a little girl, maybe she's just going crazy?

A gust of wind suddenly blew from behind her, almost toppling her over, and towards a distant murky set of trees. Keya blinked twice and her eyes settled on a swamp down the road that stretched to the horizon. She frowned and walked down to where the road began to curve to the right, in front of her was what once seemed like a little gate and a once paved road that were both now coiled with tree roots and ripped apart by weeds.

"Is anyone taking care of this place?" she whispered to herself and shoved the gate, but it didn't budge.

Then she slammed against it with her shoulder, but rubbed it in frustration when it didn't open.

"Oh, come on!" she fumed, then her ears alerted her of a noise coming from her right side, she glanced in that direction and stood frozen looking up the road that she hadn't walked yet. Looking in that direction she could see to the left of her were the dark and murky swamps, to her right was the clear footpath and small dry hill that seemed untouched for some time, the sound was coming from the swamp…and it was moving.

It sounded like someone was crying, and coming this way.

"What is?" she began to ask herself, but gulped deeply as her curiosity got her legs moving. She crept closer to where her senses lead her, but the more she followed those senses, the more they began to fail her.

She followed it, and she could hear the voice getting closer, then it all vanished. There was nothing but some weeds and a lot of trees…no trail, no crying.

Her confusion became fear, but she had to find out, she must go in.

She placed her right foot forward and began her journey into the swamp, he hands instinctively rushed to her shoulders and she began to rub, "Ah, so cold in here!"

She determinedly stepped deeper into the darkness. She may have not been to swamps before, but from what she knows, they're supposed to be wet, full of life, and most of all noisy.

This swamp on the other hand, is anything but these.

There was plenty of leaves and mist, but no water. There were plenty of trees but no life, as though they weren't breathing. There was no light, there was no noise. Like a graveyard.

"It's like this place is cursed!" she whispered, and regretted doing so. Her voice was, not hers!

Her hand rushed to her throat and spoke, "Is this my voice?" again, it was…weird, deeper, it sounded…stronger than her own, like an older woman had spoken.

Now all Keia wanted was to get out of here.

She turned to walk back, but was horrified to spot the weeds moving, she attempted to pace rapidly past them, but her path got blocked. She went around; only finding the mist was blinding her.

She began to panic and turned to see if she could find a different path, but the mist got thicker around her face, she could see nothing, feel nothing…she even ran in hopes of running into solid to just feel if she was in the same world anymore…nothing.

She screamed and cried, calling for help, beginning for mercy.

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Keia blinked.

She found herself lying on her back, looking around she couldn't recognize where she was.

"Is this a dream?" her voice is back, there's a good sign.

"It's a vision." An old woman spoke.

Someone answered her question, so perhaps they could answer another, "Where am I?"

Suddenly, a flash of light and Keia could finally see…

A meadow; a nice green meadow lay ahead of her, with a beautiful blue bright sky, and on the horizon were some immense tall mountains with snowcaps.

Keia couldn't help but gasp, "wow, what is this place?"

No reply came, Keia couldn't focus anymore and things began to blur.

Her head began to spin and as soon as she had come…

Keia leapt up.

Dusting her clothes off as she looked around the footpath, she then turned and back stepped away from the evil swamp.

"What was that all about?" Keia double checked that the voice she spoke with was her own. Confused and disoriented, Keia couldn't but think about that meadow she saw, "A vision?"

She shuddered and clumsily began to turn away to run, desperately sprinting back home.

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Somewhere dark; somewhere filled with anger and cruelty, a spirit was crying. Her tears fell down her cheeks, with each tear came with it a thought, a memory of the past. A memory filled with heroism, chivalry and righteousness, from a life filled with smiles and praises.

But none of that existed here. This place is desolate, cold and dead. A crueler place couldn't have existed even in the mind of the most terrible man.

All around her was destruction and a haunting existence of cursed people, their maddening rants and brutal chants of villainy and evil is endless. Their world, with all of its greedy yearnings and bloody desires had haunted her too long…too long.

She sat under the only living thing she could find, a tree. It was her only sanctuary. No evil could reach this tree, she was told, by her only friend who had been with her now for a long time; ever since she got here. Their relationship was strange, both friendly and resentful.

Whenever she got into this state, her friend had learnt to leave her alone; Kim would walk over to the other side of the tree, crying and whining, but she couldn't help it. Not after she had lost everything so brutally, so suddenly. She would stay this way, for a long time, her tears, would run down the hill upon which the tree sat, and evaporate in the heated rage of the angry, vicious and evil.

And now, as the ghostly army of evil comes close to completing their plan of escape, the two of them can only hope that their own plan works out. For the sake of all that is good still left in the living world.

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A.N.

And I'm going to leave it at that!

Short maybe, but I finally have something figured out for this story. And it is not going to be anything short of epic, and that I promise!