Haunted One

Intro Home. I have to get home. To you. That was all this body could process that thought like fervent prayer, trudging a dying body along the woodland path. I only had to wait before it was mine. Home. I have to get home. As Eilwen soul was slowly reaching decay, her memories were becoming mine. Home, home, home The little cottage in the woods you two shared, the herbs you grew in the back garden, the potions you both brew to sell at the farmers market. The memories were warm, fleeting, Eilwen's soul was yearning to keep them to her heart, but they were no longer hers. They were mine. Home... Of all the humans I've snatched, copied, and parodied, I think this one had the strongest will, she has my respect. I continued to watch Eilwen she was closer to that cottage. To that warmth, I could feel the hope rising up within her, she thinks she can warn you. She thinks she can protect you. She can try, but I know she won't. H...ome...