She sits on her bed, knees hugged close to her chest. Her black hair shields the sides of her face from the rest of the room. Her textbook was open in front of her, which she stares at absent mindedly. The words swim around in front of her green eyes, her mind unfocused.
It was dark. The curtains were drawn over her window, letting in small slivers of dwindling light. Her candle was blown out, now having been lit in a long while. She liked the dark. She didn't like the whispers.
She closes her eyes. They were there now, a thousand voices surrounding her. She couldn't make out what was being said, and she didn't care to hear. Sometimes she could make out a few words, but didn't understand. She knew they weren't there for comfort. They were just there, ever-present in the dark.
She was the only one that heard them.
Sometimes she'd try and start a conversation with the dark, conversations of a crazy person that lead nowhere. If she waited, they'd leave on their own. Now they were just background noise. At least they were better than the alternative: oppressive silence.
Finally, she uncurls herself and turns the page of her textbook. The whispers stir uncertainly, then slowly fade away in disappointment. She didn't need to hear their voices to tell that they were leaving, however. She could sense them, their presences in the room, like ghosts. She couldn't tell how many there were, as the number kept changing from day to day. Sometimes there would be one or two, other times it was in the fifties or sixties. But they were all the same, surrounding her and laughing, trying to converse at the same time.
Or maybe they weren't laughing at all. But why wouldn't they laugh at her, like everyone else did?
It sits and stares at the other distant Fragments with a scowl. They were talking again, about that girl.
She's no fun, Says one.
She doesn't speak anyways, Another sighs.
It knew who they were talking about. The dark girl, as they called her. It never really saw her, only heard about her, as was most of it's life. Just stories. Only stories. And a lot of exclusion.
It stands with a sigh and begins wandering the dark, staring down at its hands. They were outlined in a light grey, otherwise they blend in perfectly with the darkness around it. All of it did, just a shifting black figure.
It thought of the land below, land it couldn't see. It wanted to see it. It already saw the sky, the stars. But 'land' was only a story. And 'people'. What was a wizard like? A pirate? Can they see the sky, too?
Child, Comes a soft voice, and it turns around. Its red eyes meet white ones.
Koro, It replies simply.
You skirt the edges of the Realm again.
It shakes its head. There's nothing to do.
Korodon smiles. I have spoiled you with stories, haven't I? It shrugs. Their relationship was more informal than that of the other Fragments.
You know, there is a wizard you could meet. Korodon points out simply.
But I don't know how to find her. The dark girl. The others don't care to tell me how I can see her. And it really wanted to see her.
You have wandered enough to know, Korodon replies, turning away. All you need to do is look. With that, the Spirit disappears.
It scowls. Leave it to Korodon to hand out vague information such as this. But, in a way, the Spirit was right. This was it's home; It should know how to find its way.
It starts walking again. It just had to look.
She senses another presence in the room and stares at her textbook harder than before. She flips the page, wishing it'd just leave her alone. The figure stands at her desk, across her dorm room.
Hello, She hears the whisper. She remains silent.
The presence approaches her bed slowly. Her eyes flick upwards in its direction but sees nothing. As always. She looks down at her textbook again, trying to ignore it.
The presence stands at the foot of her bed and stares at her. You really don't talk much.
There's a long silence.
This is the first time I've seen a wizard before.
She blinks, looking up. The darkness where the presence was shifts, darkening, as if it were disturbed water, rippling.
"Really?" She asks it.
May I sit? The presence asks. Slowly, she nods.
As the presence sits, the figure appears. Dark, formless, with bright red eyes and a scar.
"What are you?" She asks it.
A Fragment Shadow, It replies, mouth unmoving. And you?
"A... Death wizard," She mutters. "I'm Morganthe." The Fragment tilts its head as if confused. "That's my name. Do you have one?"
No, It replies simply.
It finally found her.
"So you don't visit me?" Morganthe asks slowly.
I didn't know how to get here until now. And now I know. It glances around her dorm room. This is all different for me.
"You don't act like the others."
"The other voices," Morganthe slowly closes her textbook. "They laugh at me."
The Fragment nods. My siblings are unpleasant. Do you see them?
"No, but I can sense them. It's my ability. Proximity Sensing."
The Fragment looks down at her textbook. What were you doing?
"Studying. But... not anymore," Her mouth twitches into a small smile. "It's been a while since I've talked like this to anyone. I like it."
But you're surrounded by people, aren't you?
Morganthe shakes her head. "I've been a little bit of a loner. People laugh at me."
Why do they laugh?
"I don't know..." Her mouth twists into a frown, and she glances at her bed. "Maybe because of my parents. They didn't want me to study Death, but I did anyways. Now everyone hates me."
Is this normal?
"Not really," Morganthe replies quietly. "But to those that study something different than their parents had... It's hard."
But I'm not laughing, am I?
She looks back up at the Fragment. "No." She didn't know how to feel about that, either. "Do you always sound like that?"
"That. A whisper of many voices."
The Fragment scowls. Do you not like it?
It falls silent for a moment, head tilted down as if thinking. Morganthe's fingers stray back to her textbook cover.
How about this? It asks at last. It no longer sounded like voices, but rather a voice. Clear, defined. A boy, about her age, or that's what she thought of. It was shaky, too, the Fragment not used to having just one voice. But she could look past it. It was better.
"Much better." She smiles. She watches a small white line appear, curving upwards into a smile like hers. Its mouth. The smile, too, felt uncomfortable. But that was alright.
Is that what this is called?
"You don't smile?"
Its smile quickly disappears. There's no reason to, no. It tilts its head again. Why do you smile?
Morganthe blinks. An... odd question. "Whenever I'm happy, or when I'm proud."
What do you mean by that?
She stares down at her bed, hands gripping her cold ankles. Her whole room was cold. "I don't know how to explain it. It's just something you experience."
All I am is empty.
Morganthe opens her mouth to say something, but the Fragment stands from the bed, it's form shifting.
I need to go now. It tells her. Once again, it smiles strangely. Thank you for entertaining me.
Morganthe nods. "And thank you for cheering me up. Will you come back?"
The Fragment narrows its eyes. Possibly.
Then it turns, and its form evaporates. Morganthe stares on as she senses it walk back over to her desk and, eventually, disappears.ns188.8.131.52da2