A Cold Morning Walk!

"I am 1032 years old, dead when I was 21, in hunger, while in the fight of all trios"
Zarora groaned
"Your not around 1032 are you?"

"Im only 306, i was hoping you'd be from my time" emelia said as she reverted back to lester and he woke up with a sad look on his face

"Kinda makes me glad I'm alive" mumbles Eli

"At least you don't feel dead inside, figuratively and literally" lester said pulling out a heavy 2 handed sword

"*Nervous chuckle* Yah" says Eli eyeing the sword and backing away a few steps

"Dont worry, emelia makes me practice so this body becomes more able to use sword skills" he said sighing quietly, as he sweeped at a tree, the blade entering a few centimetres

"Same here, if you hear"
He told the ghost

"And boy, please do not harm that tree"
Zarora told Lester in his whispery, silent, hissing like voice

"Fine" lester said swiping at the air

Eli takes a few more steps back...........just to be on the safe side, she ddn't want to end up as a ghost to

Lester put the sword away seeing this. "Is there a cemetary or tomb nearby" lester asked

"Why would you want that?"
Zarora asked, suddenly

"The energy of many spirits might draw emelia out of my body"

"I'm not even going to try and figure out what you mean by that" says Eli

"Go ahead"
Zarora told him, he had the hopeful, determined eyes now

"When emelia was around ghosts of a high number, her energy grew, allowing her to enter my body, however since my body had drained her energy she wasn't able to go back, and we're looking for a quite large cemetary allowing her energy to rise"

"How about the one at the north? The many warriors of that time were buried there.."

"Their not mean are they?" asks Eli