Well that was rather fun, got to call the ruler of this place a giant cunt without any repercussions. Don't think she was too happy about it though, given how much she glared at me when I said it. Like I give a shit. It had been an hour since then, and we were walking through the the less crowded alleys and streets. What to do....

"Sarah."

"HOLY JESUS WHAT THE FUCK!" I wheeled around and found myself face to face (not really, he's pretty tall compared to me) with Death.

He raised an eyebrow with a slightly amused look on his face, then said, "I needed to speak with you about something."

"Hah hah...What?" I asked, trying to catch my breath as I rested an arm on a nearby wall for support.

"Firstly, I am sending two other Wraiths to meet with you, named Micheal and James. They are both men, and were humans in life. Try not to beat them too badly."

I frowned, but motioned for him to continue.

"Next, is this." He stepped out of the way to reveal... Oh my God that is abso-fucking-lutely adorable. Standing behind him was a young girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old, with orange-ish hair, dark green eyes, and long, pointed ears. She wore a deep purple robe with black around the edges, a rather large leather belt, and a hooded cloak with the same color scheme as the robe. Clutched in her hands was a small handle with symbols carved into it, similar to the ones on my right arm.

The other one was... Not so adorable. A tall man, probably eight feet tall, stood next to the girl. His hair was long, going probably three fourths the way down his back, and was severely graying, alongside his beard and mustache that looked to be eating the bottom half of his fucking face. He had a deep blue eye with a yellowish... Whatever the whites of your eyes are called. Anyway, on his head he wore large, round glasses, and a black top hat with a black sash tied around it. He had on black dress pants and shoes, a black leather belt with a silver buckle, a black suit vest and tie over a light gray shirt, a long black cloak, which had the sleeves lying limply on his sides, and was held up by a silver chain going over his chest. In his hands, which were covered by black gloves, was a sleek black cane with a silver top. The oddest thing about him, however, was his right eye. Around the eye was a black, downwards facing pentagram, the points of the star going outside the circle and arching inward to form hearts. In between each arm of the star was a small skeletal hand which seemed to be reaching towards the center. The eye itself was the strangest bit. Instead of the being the same color as his other eye, it was completely white, save for three small dots that formed a triangle, and somewhat resembled a skull's eyes and nose.

Death had disappeared, not telling me a GOD DAMNED THING, about either of the two. Frustrating piece of total fuck!

"Uuhhhh, hi." I am a master of conversation starting.

The girl looked at me, her hood having covered her eyes, and said, "Um, hello..."

"Hiya!" The man said. Jesus he looks, like, sixty years old, minus the young voice and smooth skin. I guess it's the hair? I don't know, he just seems really really old somehow.

"So... I was heading out to a hotel Ardiente here suggested... Wanna come with me? Then we can tell each other about ourselves?" They nodded, the man smiling the entire time, and we left for this place called "The Silver Wing".

Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch. Pretty much the extent of the mare at the door's speech to me. God damn ass just glared and complained about my appearance. Shut up when I threatened to eat her head. Oh, and she didn't even try to argue getting Feral out, as he growled at her in a way that made even me shudder a bit.

We reached our room, which was the eighth door on the right on the third floor, and sat around the room in silence. Awkward silence. Very awkward silence. So awkward... SOMEBODY TALK GOD DAMMIT!

"So..." The tall man began, a smile still on his face (just noticed he has a light... Um... British, that's it. He has a light British accent), "My name is James Valentine, or Jav as most liked to call me. I'm sixty eight years old, a little over eight feet tall, I have three sons and two daughters, four grandsons and nine granddaughters, I'm what's known as, or really was know as, a Necromancer, I try to be happy and make others happy as much as I can, my favorite color is blue and I'm just spouting off random shit in the hopes of making this less awkward. What about you two?"

I held my hands up and motioned for him to slow down, "Whoa whoa whoa, two things big guy. One, what the hell is a Necromancer, and two, really? Sixty eight? You look like, barely older than me!"

"Well," he said, "Those two go hand in hand. A Necromancer is a human who uses the life force of others to extend their own. That's the short version anyway. That's why I look so young even though I'm pretty old. The hair is annoying though, genetics made me start turning gray pretty early."

"Uh-huh, cool. How about you?" I asked the girl. She seemed to have warmed up to us somewhat, as she was no longer trying to hide under her hood. I guess James had heard it already, because he got up and went to the bathroom before the girl could speak.

"Well, my name is Arlosia Nightwhisper, I'm twelve years old, I'm a blood elf from Azeroth, I was a Warlock when I was alive, I've been a Wraith for about a month, I use darkness just like you, my weapon is this," she held up her handle thing, "which is a wand, um... That's all I can think of. Nice to meet you."

"... On a scale of one to ten, how weird would it be if I hugged you right now?"

"Uh, what?" Too late, doin' it! I launched from my spot on the bed and wrapped my arms around her tightly.

"Don't ask why, I had an overwhelming urge to hug you, and I'll be damned if I don't do it."

She patted me on the back and said, "Uh, alright...?"

"Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?"

She shook her head, "Not really, it was just... Unexpected." She then hugged me back, which was sort of awkward, but not too much. I decided to sit down again, with Arlosia sitting in my lap, and awaited James' return.

"By all that is unholy, that is adorable." I looked over to the bathroom door to see James, who had decided to shave. He mostly just cut off the hair on the sides of his jaw, leaving a rather long and sizable goatee. "Anyway," he continued, "I do not believe we have been introduced to your friend here?" He nodded his head towards Ardiente.

"Oh," the aforementioned (hey I can use big words too) pony blushed slightly, "My name is Ardiente Fragua, I'm traveling with Sarah nice to meet you."

James gave her a nod, "And you as well."

"So," I asked, "why are you guys even here? Why did Death send you to be with me?"

"Oh, you know," he responded, "help you deal with things you may or may not be able to handle, keep you from killing the two he sent to meet you, help Arlosia and i get used to the whole Wraith thing-"

He was cut off by someone next door shouting, "Why do I keep losing to things that lack thumbs!"

I walked over to the wall it came from and banged on it with my fist, shaking the wall and knocking a few paintings off it, "Hey! Shut the fuck up! We're trying to have a decent fucking conversation over here, you fuck!"

"Sorry!" The voice returned.

I responded with, "You fucking better be!" I didn't hear anything else form over there, the desired effect. I walked over to the bed and sat down again, Arlosia returning to her place on my lap.

She looked up to me curiously and asked, "What does 'fuck' mean?"

"Well," I answered, "It's a slang term for sex, as I've heard, and also works as a sentence enhancer. For example; you could say 'What was that?' Or you could enhance it by saying 'What the fuck was that?' Oh, and don't listen to anyone if they tell you you shouldn't be saying that, the morons need to loosen up a bit. I'll teach you some more 'sentence enhancers' later." She nodded, smiling, and I think I saw Ardiente... I dunno facehoof and sigh, shaking her head.

"So what are we going to do?" Arlosia asked.

After a few seconds of thought, I responded, "I say we just wait for those other two, let them find us." I got nods of agreement and we just lounged around, waiting.

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