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The Quille Empire. That is where Apollyon has been living for the past four years. Quille was known for its merchants; it even gained the title of “The Merchant Capital”. Over the past few years he had fallen into the same boring routine: wake up, Go to the docks, haggle with the other merchants, trade goods for a higher price, head to the bar, spend all but that months rent, then head home and repeat it all the next day. Sometimes he wondered if there was a reason for his life. He didn’t have any goals or ambitions. He didn’t have someone to take care of or someone to take care of him. He had no family; he had nothing worth living for. At least not in his eyes.

Recently someone new had moved into the small room above his. This said person always seemed to be making some sort of noise. Tonight, was no different. As Apollyon laid on his bed staring at the ceiling the normal shuffling and angry toned voice turned into glass shattering. Apollyon sat up quickly looking up at the ceiling as he listened carefully. It sounded as if a young girl was crying. He let his head fall back down on his pillow and said to himself “it’s none of my business” before turning on his side. After a few moments, he grunted to himself and stood from his bed shoving his feet into his boots. I’m just going to make sure that everything is okay. The thought to himself.

He opened the door to his room before shutting it and heading up the staircase to the floor above his. He counted the number of doors before reaching the one that should be right above his. He knocked upon the door and waited. A bit of shuffling and a gruff “get the door girl” was heard from within the room before the door opened. There stood a short girl no older than fourteen looking up at him with eyes that reminded him of the ocean. He was speechless just from that before his eyes caught the red strands of hair falling in her face. Her hair was a deep crimson almost like the color of blood. She was wearing a simple brown dress that went down to her hands. Which was strange considering Quille was an exceedingly hot country. He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head before asking, “I live in the room below yours and…well…I thought I heard something crash…wanted to know if everything was okay.” He said quite awkwardly.

She smiled softly but it didn’t reach her eyes as she replied. “I think your ears are playing tricks on you. Thanks for caring good sir, but I must return. As for the noise…I wish I could help you, but I haven’t heard a thing…Must have been the wind.” With that, she smiled again, though it was more of a grimace before she shut the door.

Apollyon was left standing at the door more confused than he was before. He simply shook his head and said to himself yet again “It’s none of my business” before heading back down to his room. That night Apollyon didn’t get a wink of sleep. He simply spent the entire night wondering about the girl upstairs.

The next day Apollyon got up from bed to head off to work. He slipped into the dark brown shirt and trousers before putting his boots on. He drug his fingers through his hair before heading down to the docks. Today was going to be a busy day from the looks of it. He made his way through the market stopping to bargain for some clothes or jewelry here and there. He walked through the market and kept his head down as he passed the auctions. Of course, slavery wasn’t illegal here…it was very common. None the less, Apollyon hated the sight of it. But as a flicker of red passed through the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but lookup.

He came face to face with the same girl from the night before…Oh, I’m about to do something stupid, aren’t I? He thought to himself.

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Again. Again. Again. The girl with long deep red hair punched the large black bag hanging from the ceiling repeatedly. She stayed light on her toes twisting her body. With a snap rotation, her leg met the bag causing it to sway and shake. Her eyes were dilated and concentrated on each of her strikes. “Hit that thing any harder Luna and you’ll break the da*n thing” a voice called from within the boxing ring in the corner of the room. The girl spun around to meet the brown eyes of an older man who grinned at her. “Don’t look at me like that fire girl…you forget I’m not scared of those eyes of yours like the others.” He scolded. Her eyes narrowed. Many say that her eyes resemble the flickering of flames and the embers falling away. The colors shifted and swayed before she scoffed and walked over to the man.

“Sorry to break it to you Sam…but…I don’t care.” She said the tone of her voice never changing. The dark-haired man in question chuckled and tossed boxing gloves at her before slipping on a pair of his own. The pair began to throw strikes at each other. “the boys came by last night looking for you.” He said. No response came until she scoffed and threw a punch at his head. “They can live without me for one day” she told him as he dodged the attack. He swept at her feet with his own and she quickly jumped out of the way kicking him in the stomach. The man went flying into the rope around the ring and he laughed. “Go easy on an old man would ya’… Your ma’ was lookin’ for ya’ too…”. The subject of her mother caused her to punch the man a little harder. Socking him in the shoulder he laughed “she tryin’ to force you to go to Italy with her again?” he asked. She nodded before moving her right foot back and twisting ready to strike again. Sam raised his hands in defeat and she stopped just before her glove met his nose. Her eyes narrowed onto him at his action and she returned to a normal stance and took her gloves off tossing them over to the man. “I got school” she said ending the conversation as she ducked under the ropes and headed towards the showers.

By the time she reached school four boys stood at the entrance. All of them breaking some sort of dress code rule. One of the boys, Jake, had blonde hair and brown eyes. Those eyes seemed to follow the girls back wherever she went. He was quiet and didn’t speak much but whenever the girl talked to him, he would smile ever so slightly. The companion to her right was Blake. He had brown hair and blue eyes. A handsome young boy and he knew it. The other two standing with her were twins with hair dyed different colors. At of the entire group those two were the most troublesome. They were every teacher’s nightmare with all their pranks and jokes. Blake placed his arm around her and said “you skipping your classes today? If so, I’m coming with.” He said. Within a second the girls hand came up and she slapped him in the back of the head. “got to class…” she told him before sending a glare to the other three “all of you…and don’t cause trouble today Aspen… Liam” she said looking to the twins. The pair gave a mocking solute while black was busy rubbing the back of his head.

The group split off to go to class each heading to their designated classrooms. Luna’s classroom happened to be on the other side of the building so her walk was a bit longer than the others. As she made her way to her class some boys in the courtyard caught her eye…A senior with almost white hair was smirking as two boys beat up another. Her eyes narrowed and she clicked her tongue before opening the window of the building and jumping out landing in the grass below before making her way over “hey! A*sholes!” she called before socking one in the face. She kicked him in the stomach and turned beating the other one up. The boy on the ground watched in shock as she turned to the third one “You and your stupid gang never fight fair Damien.” She said with a glare. The tall boy smirked and simply said “Mind your own business princess” She scoffed and turned to the boy on the ground “scram kid…” Before she turned to leave. The boy smirked “you won’t be queen here for long Red…Id watch your back.” He grinned before walking away.

Luna walked into her classroom just as her teacher got off the phone. “Miss Rosencrats” the teacher called. Her eyes made of fire looked up at the teacher causing the woman to flinch before stumbling “p-principle w-wants to s-see you.” She sighed and turned leaving the room. I wasn’t even late. She thought to herself. She simply strolled into the principles office and plopped into the chair. The man sighed as he looked at her as he passed her a forum. “just because your dad is rich and owns half this city doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want…An anonymous student sent me a video of you beating some students up after they tried to stop you from bullying a student…This is unacceptable behavior…..Explain yourself.” He said. As he talked, she simply crossed her arms and closed her eyes listening. When he finished, she slowly opened her Amber eyes and looked up at the man without saying anything. To her there was no point. He sighed and shook his head pulling out a piece of paper. “This is a very prestigious school…The top school in Greece…As smart as you are miss Rosencrats…your behavior has caught the eye of the board…And they have decided…to send you to the states…. St. Marion Academy might be just what you need.” He said passing her a paper. “you transfer in a month.” She took the paper and stood exiting his office without a word. The man watched her leave and sighed as she shut the door. “Yes…this would be a good escape for her.” He said to himself.

Luna made her way back to her class looking down at the form. Leaving Greece…far away from everything…Despite having to be all on her own…for some reason…She found herself not minding. As she brought her hand up to open the door to her classroom she stopped and let her hand drop before she looked down. She clenched her fist and turned heading down the hallway instead.

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Hunter isn’t a boy known for his ability to win in a fistfight or a battle of wits. He isn’t known for anything. This is more due to the fact that the dark-haired boy never talks to anyone. He seems to find ways to blend in with groups of people smiling and laughing with people; who in the moment remember his name…but if you ask them later it would be as if he didn’t exist. Everything about Hunter seemed average. He had perfectly average grades in all his classes and tests. Never outstanding…but never bad either. Hunter valued this more than anything. His life was easy because of it. He never had to worry about others targeting him. Never had to worry about the teachers looking or talking to him. In other words, he never had to worry about human interaction.

Hunter absolutely hates human interaction. So why was he about to do something that would cause something far worse than just talking? That was the question as he walked up to a group of bullies targeting a freshman. “h-hey…. l-leave him a-alone.” He said with his hand in his pockets. The moment the three boys turned to look at the green-eyed boy the freshmen in question scurried away…oh…great. He was already regretting getting involved.

“who the hell is this kid?” One of the guys asked…but neither of them could come up with an answer. Hunter bit the inside of his cheek…they were all a bit taller than him…and….could probably run faster than him. In other words, he can’t run. The seeming leader of the group nudged his head towards him and Hunter took a step back as the other two boys came forward and shoved him on the ground. Hunter brought his arms up ready for an impact.

It never came. Instead, a flash of red came into view and for a second he thought it was blood until he noticed that it was just the hair of a girl who had just knocked the lights out on one of the guys. The way she spoke and the way she moved amazed him. It was like she wasn’t afraid of anything. It was when her eyes turned to look at him that he felt himself sink into the grass further. Like flickering flames…reminding him of a firebird…or…. maybe a dragon…a really angry dragon. “Scram kid”. Her words snapped him out of his trance as he slowly stood. And dusted off his pants. He looked up to thank the girl but she was already walking away.

Hunter went to class only to hear the class next door gets very quiet. Hunter looked to the window of the classroom door from his seat only to see the red-headed girl walking off down the hall. Hunter knew that he wouldn’t be noticed as he packed up his stuff and walked out of the classroom to follow her. He swore to himself he wasn’t stalking her…just curious. She simply opened the principles office door and closed it as if she owned the place. She had a level of confidence that made him flabbergasted. He could hear their conversation from the door…No way…he thought to himself. She was being sent out of Greece…and to the same academy that his aunt worked at….the same academy his parents wanted him to go to so that he could stay with his aunt…but what he really didn’t get was the fact that she never refuted the claims against her. he heard shuffling from inside the room and quickly hid behind a potted plant as she walked out of the office back down the hall...

He watched her go before deciding he should get back to class as well. He made his way down the hall and watched as she seemed to contemplate entering her classroom…only to decide otherwise. She stormed down the hallway, and Hunter couldn’t help but lean against the wall with his eyes on her. She was so…strange…he slid down the wall and simply sat there wondering how could a girl possibly have that much energy to exert? He was already feeling tired just thinking about having to do what she did in the span of thirty minutes.

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Carter has been able to see ghosts for about as long as he can remember. Most people think of ghosts as those scary things in movies, and at first, Carter did as well, but they are just people and pets that have something that keeps them around. When he was younger, he often kept his eyes on the ground to avoid seeing them. In all honesty, he was scared because no one else could see them…but even worse than that when he looked at them, they always looked so concerned…or lost. Even to this day, he continues to keep his head down enough to block them from his sight, and when he has to look up he has become quite good at pretending that he doesn’t see anything.

Even now as he walked towards the small café for his first day of work, he never looked at the figures that no one else could see. He opened the door and listened as the little bell rang. What he didn’t expect to see was another part-time worker standing behind the counter placing crescents in a bag with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes…but that wasn’t what surprised him. No, it was the girl floating in the air with her arms around him from behind. Carter looked slightly dumbfounded. An elderly woman came from the back “ah! Carter, you’ll be working with Michael with the counter.” She said beckoning him to slide behind the counter.

Carter simply nodded and smiled running his hands through his dirty blonde hair. He walked behind the counter throwing an apron on and stood at the register next to the other boy. “Hi…your new right? it's nice to meet you.” He said extending his hand to shake. Carter took his hand and smiled nodding “Yeah…” he said. She isn’t there…just pretend she isn’t there.

The morning went by without any issues. Carter’s eyes would glance over at the ghost now and then. She looked so sad…. yet…caring…He shook his head and said he was taking his break before heading into the back to sit by himself. He closed his eyes and placed his head on the table he was sitting at. Only to hear a soft voice say “you…you can see me….I know you can.” She said. Carter sat up straight like a pinboard as he looked into her silvery eyes. She was hovering over the table smiling sadly at him. “Please…help me.” She said desperately. Just pretend you don’t see her. Carter pulled out his phone and sighed as if it was his phone vibrating that caused him to sit up. The girl’s cheeks puffed up as she leaned in closer to him. So close he could see the swirling of the shades of silver in her eyes. “you…are horrible at pretending…please…You saw his face…please help me.” She told him.

It went on like this for the rest of the day. He would ignore her, and she would continue to talk to him. Her long dark hair floating in the air. The bright side of it all was that the girl was attached to Michael and didn’t stray too far from him. So, when Carter left to go home, she didn’t follow. He thought after one day she would give up…but a week passed…then a month…and she persisted.

As Carter went on break that morning the ghost followed this time just sitting right in front of him in the chair. Her head was in her hand as she sighed. “Please,” she said. Carter sighed and said in a low quiet voice. “what do you want?” Her eyes lit up as she bounced out of her chair “FINALLY!” He looked up at her with tired hazel eyes and she slowly floated back down into the chair. “I want your help with Michael…” she said. “I’m his girlfriend…well…I was…. but I got sick and didn’t get better… Now all he does is go to work…visit my grave and go home. And…there is this girl he has been seeing…but…He won't act on it…I can tell he feels guilty for caring for someone other than me….I just…Want him to know that I’m okay….that he doesn’t have to continue waiting for me….I like this girl…and….I know she loves him…” She explained.

Carter's eyes stared at his bagged lunch as she spoke. Ghosts never spoke to him before…they never seemed so…personable…till now. He was compelled to help her…but- “Look…I’d help if I could but what am I supposed to say? Oh…your dead girlfriend told me to tell you to go out with that other girl” he said sarcastically looking up at her. Her eyes widened before she sunk further…through the chair and onto the ground.

“Ah…yes…that…wouldn’t work…” She said, “but…there has to be some way…” She said. She then pointed to his phone on the table “there has to be someone who knows how to deal with this kind of stuff…come on…just…search it up.” She said. Once again a sarcastic expression crossed his face as he said, “ah yes let's search up ‘someone who can talk to ghosts.’ And see how that goes.” She nodded ignoring his tone “Gotta start somewhere.” She said.

“look…I never agreed to help you…I just want to be left alone.” he responded a little bit louder than his normal quiet tone. The girl sighed and looked at the door that Michael was no doubt behind working with a customer. “If he continues like this…he will never get to live his life…I could never forgive myself…if this continues to go on.” She said.

Carter sighed and packed up his lunch “Look…I have to clock out…I’ll think about it…but…I make no promises.” She gave him a slight smile and a nod as he took his apron off and walked out the back door. That night when he got home…he spent the entire night searching up things related to speaking with or helping ghosts…