☤s є c u r є ♱ чσur ♱ f u t u r є☤

[abzu]

(get it now haha kinda.)

[CrimsonMoon]

Exactly! He was a sacrifice then 'No Name' saved him. He has no memory of this so yerp xD)

" You will in time... It'll come back," the voice muses," As I said.. You are not of these people."

[abzu]

Tristan sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "even so, I have people I need to protect. Who I need to survive for."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Then survive, just tryto recall what it was like," the voice muses, it falls like arms wrap around him from behind," Hmph, if only i could take your armor off," the voice muses

(XDDDD says le lusty ghost xP)

[abzu]

Tristan fidgets uncomfortably. "Um, im not wearing armor." he looks down at his traveling clothes "and I would rather you not. I mean you seem to be a nice ghost. Unless you are the w**** who shot my horse. That was not nice at all. Have the decency to shoot me in stead of my horse."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You wear armor that no one can seem," the voice murmurs, slender pale arms were wrapped around his chest," No... I merely spoke, the men fought... You shot me actually when you fired into the mist, Oriental,"

[abzu]

"Names Tristan." he murmured almost to himself. "And sorry about that I guess, can't really blame me."

[CrimsonMoon]

The Ghost chuckles and her face, which he han't quite seen, presses into his back,"... You act like an old man in the body of a young one..."

[abzu]

"well its not everyday someone gets...hugged by a ghost. Don't exactly know how I should act. In fact most of my army would ignore me or try to persuade me to be cleansed or something if I told them. " He rubbed the back of his head trying his best to relax but it was all just so much to take in for one day.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You are tense... You need to relax.. Despite everything, if coilded to tight, you will snap fast and uncontrollably," the arms slide away, feeling like no more then a breath of wind..." There is a hot spring, come,"

[abzu]

Tristan hesitates. Well if the oracle was right bad things would be coming his way. With a sigh Tristan climbed down from the tree. Might as well enjoy a hot spring while he could.

[CrimsonMoon]

As he gets to the ground, a small figure of silver light is standing a ways away, hidden partially by a tree," Come," the spirit's voice laughs gently... Soothingly..

[abzu]

Tristan looks back at the camp. It could be a trap. The spirit could lure him away and then the camp could be attacked. Or the spirit could kill him.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Come, i won't wait forever," the spirit teases gently, already beginning to disapepar

[abzu]

Tristan sighs and hurries after the spirit. He felt like he could trust her but thats what worried him.

[abzu]

(bump)

[CrimsonMoon]

Orry xD)

The spirit dances away, singing in some ancient language, leading him to a large group of boulders

[abzu]

(its okay )

Tristan follows cautiously. His troops would never believe him. None would and if they did they would probably take it as a bad omen, but he still followed.

[CrimsonMoon]

Steam curled up from the boulders, if a person climbed on top of them, they would see a natural pool hidden among them, the spirit perched on a boulder oppisite... He could get a good look at her trough the steam... She was gorgeous

[abzu]

Tristan tired his best not to stair. But he couldn't help it. His eyes kept wandering over to her. "so is this spring safe? I don't want to be boiled alive."