The ones who chose to stay behind after death become ghosts, life energy left over that is not used up for the transformation to the dead, and do not cross over to the ‘other side’. Instead they spend the rest of eternity doing either one of two things – guarding mankind or hurting it. There are very few ghosts in the world as almost all of those who die chose to cross over. However those who do stay choose to live in places called hotspots; New York, Paris, Sydney & Tokyo are just the main ones. All ghosts appear to have a faint gray glow around them; this is the only way to identify ghosts unless they reveal themselves to you.
The kindered are the ghosts who are there to protect mankind, they are the angels of the earth if you would, although angels are real too they’re just never seen on earth, the kinderd spend all their time trying to make sure that Terinal don’t tamper with the time line of humans and don’t influence the views of the voyantes (see page 23)
The Terinal are the complete opposite to the Kindered, they are the ones who choose to stay behind in the earth for darker reasons such as revenge or anger. They enjoy ruining human life and have no remorse for the damage that the cause. It is estimated that over 80% of suicides around the world in 2008 were to do with Terinal in some way... ***
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It was late that night and I kept rereading the first chapter, there was something in there that kept nagging at me, something that needed my attention & I had no idea what it was, there was something important to do with this page and it was killing me not to know what it was. I reread the first paragraph when it suddenly clicked, lines 8-10, the glow, that was it. The stranger that had been following me these past couple of days had had a glow like that! It finally made sense he was a ghosts what type though I had no idea, at least I knew that much about him.
Happy, I put the book back behind my book shelf and went to turn off my bedside table light to go to sleep when I saw the playing card again. It seemed different so I looked at it again like there was a glow to it; I was so tired that I must be imaging things so I put the card on the table again shook my head and turned out the light.
When I woke up it felt like a good day, my room was bright with early morning sun & I thought I can smell some freshly brewed hot chocolate. I looked at the clock and saw that again it was a bit later than normal so I went about my routine a little bit faster than usual, heading down the stairs I see that in fact I had been right, John had made me some hot chocolate. I grab the mug & sit down wondering why he had made the drink. My answers we given when he walked in.
“You’ve looked a little down lately & I thought I would make you some hot chocolate, I know it’s your favourite.”
“Thanks,” I say, first he says good night then he makes me hot chocolate. Things must be really bad. I finished my drink just as Tash rung the door bell.
“Hey, how are you?” I ask as I open the door and step outside.
“Fine,” she replies in a strange voice. Shrugging I start to tell her about John and about mum when she suddenly looks at me.
“Oh, your life is so hard isn’t it Belle? John did this, mums still gone, the police aren’t doing anything. Have you ever thought that maybe your life isn’t the only one that’s bad?” She snaps at me, anger flashing in her eyes although it was quickly gone.
“Whoa, where did this come from?” I ask her. Tash never snaps or gets angry it just wasn't in her nature.
“Where did this come from?” She says loudly. “Where the hell did you think it came from? I’m sick of it belle. Sick of it!” She yells turning towards me, anger clear on her face. I just stood there, frozen with surprise, I had no idea this side of tash existed.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask again, this time reaching for her. She moves away before I can touch her, like I’m poison.
“Oh like you care.” She says. “The ground around you could collapse and you wouldn’t even notice. As long as it doesn't concern you, you won’t worry, right?” She says as she turns away from me storming off.
“Tash wait up,” I say to her as I rush to catch up. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong, I’m listening I swear.”
“Fine, my parents are getting a divorce. Happy?” She says as we get to school.
“When did this happen?” When I got no answer I tried again. “When were you going to tell me?” I ask her, my brain was trying to fit the pieces together but they didn’t seem to fit.
“What was the point of telling you Belle? Ever since your mum disappeared that’s all you’ve been thinking about and I get that, it’s your mum. But someone like me can only take so much of your issues before it gets too much and with the divorce its way past too much. I’m out belle, I’m through with you sorry but it’s true. I hope you find your mum but don't worry about telling me because I don’t care anymore.” And with that she’s gone, merging into the crowds of the school. Tears brim my eyes and run down my face. Why had I not seen it? Why had I not noticed? It was too late now and I knew that but it felt like a hole had been ripped in my chest. The pain was too much so I ran. I ran and ran, trying to hide my face so everyone didn't see it. I bumped into people left and right but I paid them no attention, Tash had gone that’s all I seemed to be able to think about. Eventually I gave up and sat down on the bench beside the field trying to hide the great sobs that shook me. I didn't notice him until he sat down beside me and put an arm around me.
“It’s alright Belle, you’ll be fine, and whatever happened you’ll get through it.” He said. I look at the boy and see that it’s Peter. The day just got worse.
“No it won’t, my life is ruined.” I say between semi-stifled sobs looking like a complete loser. Before he has a chance to say something I say. “You wouldn’t get it, Tash was all I had and she’s gone too.”
“Tash disappeared?” He asked me, concern all over his face.
“No,” I say. “We had a huge fight and she’s gone.”
“Come on, you must have had fights like this before.” I shake my head, Tash and I had been the type of friends that never had fights, fourteen years of friendship and no fights, today had been our first and most likely our last.
“Wow, I’m sorry belle. I’m not much help but at least I can offer some support.” He says to me. “Why don't you tell me what happened?”
I hesitated, wondering what he will think when I told him about everything; finally I let all my fears go and I told him. Everything that had happened during the holidays to my mum disappearing, the book with the letter from ‘Summer’ and finally my fight with Tash. It just all poured out of me before I could stop it, almost like a waterfall. At the end of it I just sat there with Peter’s arm around me waiting for the laughter that I knew would come - except it didn't. He just sat there beside me, rocking me gently from side to side. This brought new tears to me because the action reminded me so much like what mum would do when I was sad.
“I'm so sorry Belle, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He says when he sees my tears.
“Don't worry about it. Just reminds me of my mum.” I reply, hoping he doesn’t here the stutterers that came out.
“Oh, I can stop if you want?” Peter says as he started to pull away but I shook my head.
“No, it’s fine. Comforting,” I say. We sat there for awhile but the bell went so we went our separate ways without saying goodbye. I was feeling better about the fight but it still hurt. Losing my mother & now Tash, I just didn’t know what to do. Everything was falling apart.
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