• "Ugh, you absolute, complete imbecile!" Craynun screamed, pulling her hair out.
    "It still gave me answers." Jean said, scowling.
    "It's not about what YOU wanted, I tricked you into doing the ritual for me! But you just HAD to screw up!" Originally Craynun had the image of a young woman, now she just looked and acted like a whiny teenager.
    "I don't care what Blood and Bone said, I'm definately not going to hang around you." Jean headed to the exit of the graveyard.
    "Wait...Jean..." Craynun called back.
    Jean turned around and glared.
    "I'm not REALLY a spirit, I'm stuck in the spirit phase, the realm of which spirits are visible. I was cursed by-" Craynun looked like she was trying to spit out a single word, and finally said "the spirit of vanity, the witch cursed me when I was in the human phase, she hated me because I thought there was no beauty left in the world, so she trapped me in the spirit phase, and made it so my appearance shifted with every major change in my emotions, I'm sorry I had to do that to you," Craynun's wings started turning gray, then fluttered away like ash in the wind, "I don't belong here any more than you do." Craynun's black gown faded into a clear gray, her hair turned white and fell down from the mess on her head into long straight hair. Craynun now had ghostlike quality about her, she even looked slightly transparent, she knelt over and started crying.
    Jean looked at the sad sight with sympathy, something she hadn't felt for a very long time.
    "Please...help me..."
    Jean simply stared, in the past 24 hours, she was thrown around this new world with no understanding, and no way she could return to her old life. Craynun had probably been stuck in the same sort of mess for a very long time. Jean then walked over to Craynun and offered a hand. Kindness was almost alien to Jean, but there it was, it smashed her in the head like the entire spiritual world had in the beginning.
    Craynun grabbed Jean's hand, and got up.
    "Let me take you somewhere, it might still be safe. We might find a way to get our lives back." Craynun said with a slightly different voice, rather than forceful and sure footed, she sounded airy, sad, and confused. She held up her hand and made another portal, rather than being made of black crows, it was pale, white, and misty.
    Jean helped the slouching Craynun through the white portal.

    To be continued...