#not mortal girl

[novelroyalty]

Hey I wrote this for an rp and like...I wanted to share

Once upon a time, there was a ghost with a choice. She was unaware of her choice as she walked her path, that mixture of life and death. Instead, she focused on the flowers and what would greet her at the end of the path. Why would she ever think further than what lay in front of her? 

The ghost full of misery, walked along that path, thinking about what she would do when she returned home. She would see her friends, her father, her darling DJ. They all waited for her and the sweets she had fetched for them at the end of the path. It was wonderful to have something to live for once again. The thought of them made her smile and walk along with more of a pep in her step. 

But her joy would attract attention. Unwanted attention. 

The wolf, hungry and yearning, prowled in the shadows of the path. The ghost never paid the wolf any mind. She didn’t even notice its presence, thinking about lighter things. As she skipped along, the wolf stepped out in front of the ghost. “Hello, little ghost…what brings you to the forest?” 

She smiled brightly at the wolf, full of the hope she had before the tragedy of life had caught up to her. “I’m to bring these sweets to my friends! At the end of the path. Do you have a name, Mr. Wolf?” 

His laugh was darker than the woods. “You landed right on it. What is your name little ghost?” 

She stopped for a moment, trying to remember. What was her name? What did her friends call out when they wished for her attention? The wolf watched her face, watched her try to remember. It made him hungrier. “I’m Red. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Wolf.” 

“Nice to meet you as well, Little Red. Did you know it’s going to rain soon?” 

Confused, she looked towards the sky. The clouds were gray and covered the beautiful sky that had been there a few minutes before. “Oh no, the cakes will get soggy if it begins to rain. I must hurry along then and hope that I get home before it begins.”

The wolf nodded at the ghost as it provided a solution. “Well, I can suggest another way. You can avoid the rain and maybe collect some flowers on the way.” 

She shook her head. “I am to stay on the path. Mother said I must.” 

The wolf knew how to smile at the ghost, how to smile in a way that would soothe her. Pointy teeth didn’t scare the ghost girl anymore, but that’s the consequence when all of your life’s romance was given to you by vampires. “Well, it’ll keep the cakes from getting wet without you having to run. You never liked to run anyway.” 

Little Red’s knee began to pulse with pain in a way that hadn’t in so long. Not since she died. Not since…what was his name? Who ha-

The wolf began to speak, to rip her away from her spiraling thoughts. “So, may I show you down the better path?” 

As her knee pained her, she nodded. “Yes please, Mr. Wolf. Would you like a scone for your help?” 

It shook its head. “Not today Little Red. I am to eat a very big meal soon. Go down the path Little Red.” 

She smiled brightly. “Thank you so much, Mr. Wolf! I appreciate you.” 

It nodded and started to walk down the girl’s original path. The ghost walked down the new, better path instead. 

As she walked down the path, she found a meadow of flowers. She walked over and knelt in the grass. Her friends would love some flowers, maybe a bouquet for..what was his name? He was important to her…but what was his name? He had black hair. No, gray? She couldn’t picture him. Who was she thinking of? 

While Little Red sat in the gathering of flowers, she started to forget. The white light shined on her, calling her. Why was she there? Why didn’t she just let go? The ghost became more translucent, dying. This was her path. 

Let go. 

Let. Go. 

“Eleanor..” 

She heard her name whispered in the wind, swishing around the trees and moving the flowers. Eleanor. Her name was Eleanor. What was she doing there? What was she doing kneeling in the dirt? She was…she couldn’t recall what she had been doing. 

But she knew she needed to return to her friends. So, she went down the original path, the correct one. 

The ghost girl returned to the main path, running as fast as she could. She would see her sunshine. She would see her best friend. They deserved the cakes over the flowers anyway. 

The girl got to the house at the end of the path, her home. The house she grew up in stood in front of her. It was no longer boarded up, it was in a delightful state instead. Little Red knocked on the door she had known all her life. From the inside, she heard a voice not quite like her mother’s but it was close enough for the ghost. “Come in Little Red.” 

She walked in, holding her basket close to her. “Vy? Hello? Where is everyone?” 

“I’m in my bed Red, come on in.”

Little Red walked towards the voice of her parent. In the bed laid a shifting figure. Every time she looked at a different part of her parent, it changed. Male. Female. Non-binary. Her real mother. El. Her real dad. Toland. DJ. Maddie. Weyland. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but she knew it was wrong. The whole feeling just felt off.

“Oh um…what bright eyes you have.”

“The better to see you with my dear.” 

“What big scars you have.” 

“The easier to tell you who to hate my dear.”

“What big teeth you have…” 

“The easier to tempt you with my dear.”

Little Red took a step back, hitting the wall with her back. She was terrified. She was going to die again. She couldn’t die again. Not fucking again. “You cannot escape death Little Red. It is your time. Come back to us.” 

It moved closer to her, moving like a marionette being controlled by some evil presence, like an author who yearned to traumatize. 

She had to be saved. She had to survive. The ghost girl was not the type to save herself, especially not at that moment. She had nowhere to run, no way to bargain for her life. Little Red was going to die and be ripped away from her first chance of happiness. 

She was not going to be saved that day. 

It was too close to her. She shut her eyes tight, she didn’t want to watch whatever it would do to her. She was afraid to feel the pain. But, nothing happened. Ella heard a dark and deep growl and a static version of a scream. Then she felt something soft against her leg, fur. 

“Little Red. You have hurt but, you are young. You will learn how to be peaceful. You deserve to live. Death has declared it. Do not make me change my mind.” 

The End. 

[nooling]

LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality

EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost

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