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Confusion

Sap didn't know where she was, only that she wasn't alone. She knew she could think, that she suddenly KNEW where she was and KNEW that she wasn't alone and KNEW that the person walking around under her was a Reaper and a student and not supposed to be there. She even knew what a Reaper was. but a student? What was a student? Where was the student from? Where were they going? She wanted to know. She wanted to know very badly. She stretched her limbs and shook her branches, but she couldn't follow him and soon he was gone. She shivered, suddenly aware that she was cold and it was fall. But it was always fall here. She should be used to it. She wasn't alone, but she was, and she didn't understand because the other trees didn't understand. She was the only tree in the forest who didn't understand, because, she realized with a sudden surge of thought, she was the only one that was thinking. She was seized with a sudden panic, shaking and swaying without wind, her movements echoing through the forest as the other eerie trees mimiced her. Her scream, however, was silent. Painfully silent...

Death

When a Tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound? Sap knew it did. Sap could hear it. Sap could feel it. She felt it fall. She screamed as it did, knowing it could have been her, but her scream was silent. She had no mouth, no lips. She didn't want to die, not now that she understood life. She wanted to LIVE. She wanted to MOVE. She wanted to EXPERIENCE. But all she could do was sit here, rooted, waiting, screaming in frustration as life went on around her and her brothers and sisters died. She could do nothing.

Despair

It was hopeless to continue. She would only fail. She had applied again and again for Amityville Academy. She had always wanted to go there, ever since she had first seen a student, in those days long ago when she was a mere tree opening her eyes and mind to Halloween's sky for the first time.

Never once, though, had the tree gotten a response, and she was starting to lose hope in ever getting one. She longed to be a part of that place again.

She filled out the form and slipped it in the gnashing teeth of the mailbox before trudging away to her job. She knew it would never be answered.

He was hansom, she had to admit that. But he was a bit... old for her. She sat with her ribbons and flowers curled around her horns.

Her father had set this up. She tried to explain that she didn't need to, that she didn't want to. He didn't listen.

It was an important duty.

But she sat and didn't know what to say, or how to act. Really she was just a scareling. And he was so old, a little too old to not have a pairing yet. Father said he didn't have to stay her forever partner, but he could teach her their ways.

She didn't want to learn. She would rather roam the fields and play with the minis and her friends form other species. the ponies and the lockness monster that lived down the lane. She didn't choose him.

But he was only the first of so many more meetings.

It was hard to imagine that, once upon a time, Lutz was one of them--a human. A dumb, warm-bodied, rosy-cheeked bag of organs.

...He wasn't sure if he missed it or not. After all, he didn't have any memory of what his time alive had been like, remembering only what occurred after he woke up to find himself in Halloween. Truthfully, being in Halloween made him feel unnatural--self-conscious, even, which was more than a little uncomfortable for someone who was usually so confident with himself--especially when he found himself with the undead and creatures that had been born or made there, and for a while he had wondered why that damned necromancer had brought him back.

But in the end? He found that he kind of appreciated it. At least in death, he had found a new life.

2. Loss

Jabber had been wandering around. Examining the trees had been easy enough, but there didn't seem to be any more quests around, at least not around this lake.

Stop.

He could swear that he could hear voices. Some laughing, some crying and murmurs. He looked around. No, there was no one around. He looked at the lake. Of course it was the lake. He saw faces under the surface. He knew those faces. One was a younger version of himself. Another, he recognized as an old tutor. They were talking, but Jabber couldn't hear closely. There were other voices in the background. He moved closer to the lake, his hand reaching out just touching the surface.

He was in his room. The desk was on one side and twelve year old Jabber sitting. He was looking very uncomfortable. The old tutor was frowning. The present JabberWhut was feeling sick on the inside. No, not this memory. This is stupid.

"Wrong again," said the old tutor as he tapped a ruler on the desk sternly. The young boy was biting his lip, trying not to cry and he took his problem sets back and started doing them again. He was never, never, ever going to be as good as his older sister. She was a genius. He was always, always going to be below her because she was better, taller, older, stronger, smarter, the pride of the family.

"Wrong again," said the old tutor. He was frowning even more as if the child before him was stumbling over the simplest of problems and he simply couldn't understand why he kept getting them wrong. Tears were starting to roll down the boy's cheeks as he erased his old work and started from scratch. He was never going to be better. He just didn't get it. He could never beat her.

"Wrong again." The tutor was sighing now and shoved the paper back at his student. The boy was openly crying.

(1/3)

[1/3] - Empty

It took some wandering around, merely because DreamWatcher was curious of of actually forest. So when she stumbled upon the lake, she had to pause for a brief moment as she thought she heard someone voice. Ears twitching, she moves very carefully towards the lake. To her own surprise the voices were actually coming from within the water.

Kneeling down, she brush her fingers against the water, curious then ever as to what it wanted from her.

"Your worthless you know that? I have tried everything to make to raise you to take over our coven, and you still deny me." a voice screamed all around the Cheshire, causing her to fold her ears back some.

"I never wanted to become the next coven leader. You never asked me what I wanted, you just assumed I would be." her own voice snapped back causing her to blink as she glance up.

"You wretched scareling, maybe its time I show you you don't have a choice." she heard a scream next, which made the Cheshire cringe. In the water, a figure came into focus. She couldn't see who it was except they were sitting in a completely empty room. She was sobbing in the corner with her legs pulled up to her chest, face buried against her knees.

Pulling her hand back, she shook as she look down at her own hands.

[2. Loss]

Voices called to her, and she followed them. It was a curious thing, and somehow familiar in a way.

More familiar was the flood of memories that came over her as she neared the water at the edge of a lake. And of course it would be the funeral. The polished coffin on it's stand, all shining mahogany. It would have been pretty if not for it's contents.

There had been crying, there had been shaking, but not from the small blonde at the end of the the line of remaining family. She had stood there quietly with tear tracks drying on her eyes. Watching as her sister wailed, and her father broke beyond repair.

Of course this memory came to her. It always did when memories were involved.