[b]Almus, Ghost of the First Hive – A Serious D2 Short Story[/b] [spoiler]Harbor: a port, a place to dock; a safe haven. -Unknown[/spoiler] I can’t speak. I’m the first Ghost that can’t speak. I’m the first for a lot of things. I can’t see, either. So when I felt the presence of untapped Light nearby, I only did what I could and expanded my Light. The result is a Hive Guardian. He’s been kind to me. Kinder than my last Guardian. The last one… …………………………… Memories haunt me. So I don’t dwell on them as much. I try to warm myself in the nothingness within my Guardian. He welcomes me. At nights when I dare to appear and feel the Light of the moon, I can almost see the Traveler; a single Light inside a realm of dark. Faeradûn notices, and will kindly place his hand on me. He seems to know my thoughts. We both have troubled pasts. Him, being corrupted by his supposed leader, and me: abused and hurt beyond repair. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to mention that. Forget I said anything. [i] I’m sorry about your past, Almus.[/i] Who was that? [i]Faeradûn. I am using a method of communication common among my people. Telepathy, your friends may call it. I’m sorry you were abused.[/i] I see. And thank you. A Ghost is not always the center of a Guardian’s life. [i]Which is surprising. Ghosts are the reason the Guardians don’t die, correct? Why shouldn’t we make an effort to know those who bring us back?[/i] The City will be changed by your philosophies, sir. [i]Don’t call me sir. Just…call me by my name. I want to look out for you. You’re safe with me. I will not be like those you’ve met in your past.[/i] Hovering around for a moment, until I sensed his presence, I floated over and pressed myself against his chest gratefully. I would’ve cried if it wouldn’t have killed me. [i]I am a safe harbor, Almus. I hope I can trust you to be the same. -From the mind of a healing Ghost [/i]