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A Sworn Secret
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Aoiro walked slowly around wherevers he was. She was for the very first time trailing a "Tortured Soul" as she called it. What it was exactly was a man or woman who died and was left behind on the stairway to heaven or highway to hell. Today Aoiro was following the soul of a boy who as far as she could tell was eighteen. Bent down low she continued to move after the boy until "Oh damn..." She muttered "This isn't the castle, is it?" Yeah... It was. The castle is no place for an eight year old! "Ah.. Baka..." she whispered to herself. The boy who was invisible to all but her stopped in his tracks and turned. With a hiss he kicked the little girl I in The face and she fell back and squealed. Now lying sprawled on the floor with a nosebleed was a girl who could see as talk to the dead was Aoiro. Such an amazing was to present yourself to a king. A real king! The ghost looked down at Aoiro and again kicked her in the face, but harder. She felt her head hit something hard and blood fill her eyes. "Sorry ---" She groaned and passes out on the floor, I front of possibly the king and anyone else in the room. Oh... Crap! 

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