He groaned and let his head sink back down to the floor, provoking a little cloud of dust to rise and vanish in the few rays of light still flooding down from over the table.

„The only thing I can do about it is to sleep for a while.“

The forest Ghost then proceeded to spit out another set of word in his foreign language, which started to irritate Jamie. She felt like his voice was deeper when she didn´t understand him, and had an ironic undertone.

Jamie rolled her eyes. Maybe that was only the different rhythm of the Ghost – language. Or even, she was just imagining things after this long and weird afternoon. She quietly sat there for a few seconds, contemplating over nothing, before her sight started to flicker and she suddenly stemmed herself up from the ground.

Jamie eyed the couch for a split second, but the forest Ghost had already fallen asleep, and she was not going to wake him up. He seemed content enough.

After throwing a last Glance at him, she finally tippytoed out of the room and then, after hesitating for a second, locked the door behind her.

She ripped her eyes open and thought back to the dream she just had. In it, she had met her father, and the ghostly figure persisted on her leaving the Settlement as soon as possible, as well as for her to not stray from the side of a person called „Laelole Kehil“.

The dream jumped back and forth from being incredibly realistic and totally absurd at the same time, and she couldn´t remember half of it. But – something in her told her that she should consider it.

She trusted her Father. And he had implemented in her to always listen to her dreams. Always.

It wouldn´t be hard to leave the Village, but she had never heard of someone with such a strange name.

Out of nowhere the memory of yesterday´s evening returned to her.

She had brought a stranger into the house. And locked him into her Living room! A stranger!

Jamie pushed her blanket back, jumped out of bed and hastily ran down the short hallway connecting the houses three rooms. She halted at the door, fumbling the lock until it finally broke loose.

A stone lifted off her heart when she ripped the door open and discovered that not only was the Ghost still there, but was he still asleep and hadn´t, like could have been completely possible, destroyed the room in search of escape or valuables.

She carefully stepped in and once more observed the sleeping Man. His wound was completely healed, only a white line on his tanned skin served as memory what easily could have ended a human live.

His scent was almost familiar and calming, a lot of resin mixed with his sweet smell. He looked peaceful, a hand lying open next to his tilted head. Jamie lifted a hand and softly pushed back some of his strange, bluish hair. His ear was sharp and pointy, just as her father had described it to her. Filled with curiosity, her eyes followed the outline of his small pinna and halted at his two silver piercing for a few seconds, that he had stitched into the edge one of his ears.

What were they for? Did they have a special meaning? She´d like to know more about the Ghosts – but Jamie would like to know a lot of things.

She sighed and chased those thoughts into a corner of her head. Then she started shaking his shoulder as hard as she dared, until he drowsily opened his eyes.

So momentarily that she wasn´t even sure she had seen it, there was complete Confusion, almost panic in his Gaze, but it was smoothly replaced with a friendly but careful smile.

„Jamie.“, he said, and starred at her for a second, before sitting up slowly and strangely graceful.

„This is how you live?“

Jamie narrowed her eyebrows and tried to remember yesterday night more clearly. Did she ever mention her name? Maybe on the way to the hut? Another thought touched her mind and her eyes widened for a second.

„What´s your name?“, she asked, suddenly very excited about the possibilty she had realized.