Prologue

My brother watched me as I made my way through the woods. This was natural for me. I would often search for something I could never find. It was like the thing I was looking for had thought it would be fun to give me a wild goose chase. My brother had an amused look on his face as he sat down on the fallen tree that I had tripped over just moments before. “Did you find something, Ama?” He asked, giving me the most mischievous grin I had ever seen. I glared at him and continued looking. My foot stepped on something and it broke under my weight.

It was an amulet. I felt a wave of unease roll over me. “ Ama. Are you all right?” I looked at my brother. “ Daniel, I think it’s time to go.” He nodded in understanding and took my hand. “Having one of your spells are we?” I nodded in answer and we took off, heading deeper into the woods where no one would find us. That would be an advantage. You see, I have a certain ability. I can sense and occasionally attract the souls of the dead. That’s why I was so nauseated. That amulet had belonged to someone who had died recently, but what was it doing in the middle of the woods? I had to find out.

Chapter one.
Have you ever wondered what happens to people after they die? They spend an eternity living in the human world, being constantly reminded of their human lives until eventually they just fade away into dust. I only know this because I watched it happen to my own mother. She was kind, and she had a gentle smile. It reminded you of sunshine after rain. She meant the world to my brother and I, but the happiness didn’t last.

On my thirteenth birthday, she grew terribly ill. She wanted to stay for my party, but I told her to go rest. She fell asleep and never woke up. My mothers spirit still looked after me, but she soon grew violent. My brother would wake me up to loud crashes in the night and our neighbors animals went missing. It was all my mothers doing. I thought nothing of it, trying to help her get past her violence but it was no use. She grew to hate her ghostly life, and soon became nothing but dust.
Now my brother looks after me. He dosen't mind that he can’t see “them”. He always said it was a curse and tried to help me burden the weight as much as possible. He was (and still is) my overprotective big brother. And I love him for staying with me all this time, but I can’t help but feel like something terrible is going to happen. It’s like a bad itch that won’t go away. It leaves me feeling like I know nothing of myself or the reason I have this “talent”.