(AYE AYE CAPTAIN!!!!!!!)

(CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW FUCKER?!)

(OK! So, this was a story for another chat. It's called Story Game, and people give prompts and you write little blurbs off of them. So the prompt for this was Scattered Ashes… and this is what I wrote…:)

I miss her. More than anything. I can't live without her. So I must bring myself to endure. Endure the pain. The suffering. The agony of losing her. I never saw what color her hair was. I would never find out if her eyes were brilliant green, like mine, or not. I did know her name, though. It whispers to me as I stand in the clearing of the Ancient Woods. Birds tittle in the trees, filling the grove with a cheerful song. I clutch the jar close to my chest and know already that its imprint will cling to me forever. It's made of glass because I insisted. I knew that it was silly, and I shouldn't have, but I desperately wanted something more for the life of this child that she'd never get to have. She would never get a life to call her own. I was so close - so close - to being a sister. I open the lid and smell the tangy scent of metal that is stained into my palms. I walk up to the One Tree. It is among the gnarled, spiny roots of the old Tree where I find the perfect spot. She'd like it here; hearing birds chirp and squirrels play and water trick from the EverBrooke. I stand with my back digging into the tree bark, and I let the jar's contents spill. My little sister's ashes tumble and sweep away in the wind until only a small handful remains in the jar. I dump the last pile into the roots of the tree. "Glen, sing her name in peace, that she will be safe here, loved here, remembered here," I offer to the highest branches in the Forest. The name drifts down and into my ears, filling the Hollow with the sweet sound.

"Emma… Emma… Emma…"

Her spirit sings.