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Before I get into any major story telling, you need to know the basics of every soul. Most souls are just balls of energy with their wisps following them with trails of varying length.

The colours of a human soul can be anything, but they all include two main things. A colour from life is the first, such as black from their hair or green from their eyes. The second is a defining colour. Whether it be a fiery red because of their feisty temper, or black, due to the darkness in their hearts and minds.

I sit in class with little care as the teacher talks about something to do with Roanoke, but it's nothing I don't already know. I glance around the room, taking in the familiar sight of free souls flying in and out, while the owned souls of my classmates lazily bounce around the hazy form of their bodies, usually disappearing behind their clothes.

Free souls, meaning the souls of the dead, can travel through anything. But "owned" souls, meaning the souls of the living, can't exit the body out of their own free will, unless another soul possesses them. But, that's very, very rare.

Some people are more open to possession. Wickens (no, not witches with magic cauldrons. Screw off with your fantasy ideas.), mediums, and, well, whatever I am, can be more open to possession, and even have souls be given an invitation to enter.

How, you may ask? Well, if they wish, free souls can still hear human voices. Most humans just can't hear back. Ghosts and stuff? Yea, those are strong as hell tortured souls that refuse to let go for whatever reason.

I hear the final bell ring, and gather my books and such. I walk out, resisting the urge to back away as a cotton candy coloured soul flies past my face, the cold of it's tail brushing my nose.

I walk out and begin heading home, stopping whenever I see a familiar figure. I lock eyes with the flashes of green, smiling to him, even though no one else sees the friendly face. I can practically feel him roll his eyes before he seemingly disappears, but I catch the hint of green disappear around the corner.

Powerful enough free souls can take a humanoid form. To others it is a haze or a black figure, which are often considered ghosts. When they do so, they can't be seen unless they want to.

Their distinct feature colour can be seen too. Whether it be long blonde hair, or emerald green eyes, the form of it shows up when they take their original form. Only pictures and video could capture more than that.

After a good 30 minute walk of following the entity, he disappears inside my door. I hesitate, a recollection of screaming and yelling still echoing in my ears, though all is quiet now.
He reappears, standing by my side this time. I sigh, digging out my key before I head inside, as an old, haunting memory flashes before my eyes.

Description
Before I get into any major story telling, you need to know the basics of every soul. Most souls are just balls of energy with their wisps following them with trails of varying length.

The colours of a human soul can be anything, but they all include two main things. A colour from life is the first, such as black from their hair or green from their eyes. The second is a defining colour. Whether it be a fiery red because of their feisty temper, or black, due to the darkness in their hearts and minds.

I sit in class with little care as the teacher talks about something to do with Roanoke, but it's nothing I don't already know. I glance around the room, taking in the familiar sight of free souls flying in and out, while the owned souls of my classmates lazily bounce around the hazy form of their bodies, usually disappearing behind their clothes.

Free souls, meaning the souls of the dead, can travel through anything. But "owned" souls, meaning the souls of the living, can't exit the body out of their own free will, unless another soul possesses them. But, that's very, very rare.

Some people are more open to possession. Wickens (no, not witches with magic cauldrons. Screw off with your fantasy ideas.), mediums, and, well, whatever I am, can be more open to possession, and even have souls be given an invitation to enter.

How, you may ask? Well, if they wish, free souls can still hear human voices. Most humans just can't hear back. Ghosts and stuff? Yea, those are strong as hell tortured souls that refuse to let go for whatever reason.

I hear the final bell ring, and gather my books and such. I walk out, resisting the urge to back away as a cotton candy coloured soul flies past my face, the cold of it's tail brushing my nose.

I walk out and begin heading home, stopping whenever I see a familiar figure. I lock eyes with the flashes of green, smiling to him, even though no one else sees the friendly face. I can practically feel him roll his eyes before he seemingly disappears, but I catch the hint of green disappear around the corner.

Powerful enough free souls can take a humanoid form. To others it is a haze or a black figure, which are often considered ghosts. When they do so, they can't be seen unless they want to.

Their distinct feature colour can be seen too. Whether it be long blonde hair, or emerald green eyes, the form of it shows up when they take their original form. Only pictures and video could capture more than that.

After a good 30 minute walk of following the entity, he disappears inside my door. I hesitate, a recollection of screaming and yelling still echoing in my ears, though all is quiet now.
He reappears, standing by my side this time. I sigh, digging out my key before I head inside, as an old, haunting memory flashes before my eyes.