Garred, Ghost
It all flashed before his eyes, his parents being killed, his younger self running out of his house and off the cliff, it brought him to his knees in desperate tears. Suddenly, a light appeared before him.
"Garred, you've returned." The voice said. He nodded, where was this coming from?
"You have to make the choice now Garred." The voice said.
"W-what choice?" He asked quietly.
"If you want to pass on and be with your parents, or stay on this Earth."
Garred's mouth fell open. His parents? How many years had it been since he's seen them? But then again, how could he leave Storm and their parents?
Almost like pressing a button, he instantly knew which to choose.
Storm, Wolf
Storm kept her head against Elliot, worring so much she was shaking. It must have been so awful having to relive that.
And then there was what her parents told her when she was younger. That one day Garred would have to choose wether or not to pass on or stay, and that scared her so much. She loved Garred, she couldn't loose him.
"Elliot," she said quietly, "I think Garred's going to leave us."
Elliot's hand stopped caressing her cheek. "What?"
"My parents told me that one day he would have to dicide between this world or his... I think hes going to choose his."
"Now why would he do that?" A voice off in the distance said.
Storm looked up and beamed. "Garred," she screamed happily, bolting toward him, "you came back!"
Garred caught her and laughed. "'Course! I couldn't leave my little sister, espcially with this punk." He said smiling at Elliot.
