Kage was raised in a spiritual household. Not religious, spiritual. He wants to be quite clear about that. His parents raised him to believe in the world beyond the veil of their own reality. Most younglings in their neighborhood had learned to steer clear of his house early on, because of the scary witches that lived there. Well, the kids were half-right; witches did live there. But they weren’t scary, just misunderstood. Kage had grown up learning divination, how to read palms, tarot cards, bones, and runes. He learned which herbs were used in what spells, how to attract positivity, repel negativity, and to trust in the universe. But above all, he was taught that death was never the end of one’s life. There was just one problem with that theory: Kage had never once had a personal experience with ghosts. So it came as a surprise to his parents when he told them he was questioning the existence of spirits. Kage had sat them down and explained to them that since pretty much the beginning of their teachings, he had doubted whether or not he could communicate with the spirit world. After a bit of the shock wore off, his parents calmly told him how sometimes the magic skipped a generation. They stressed that nothing was wrong with him, it’s just something that happened occasionally in their family. After the three finished their conversation, Kage decided to go for a walk to help clear his head. He walked a few blocks, past the corner store, the library, and the local cemetery, before he turned around to go home. As he did, an older gentleman walked silently up to him, looking slightly distressed. He didn’t want to be rude, so when Kage saw him, he asked if everything was okay. “My wife…I can’t find her,” the kiamara said, a couple of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. There was something about this person that Kage felt he could trust. “What’s your wife’s name?” he asked. “I don’t remember,” the man said. “Okay, well, why don’t we go this way, and we can try to find her,” he tried to reassure the old man. They began to backtrack towards Kage’s home, and when they saw the cemetery, the man’s distress turned to happiness. A droma dressed in black was standing beside a headstone, flowers in one hand, and a tissue dabbing her eyes in the other. “Do you know her?” Kage asked, but the man had vanished from his side, only to reappear by the woman. Kage walked towards the pair, and realization hit him. The man looked at Kage again, and told him, “This is my wife, Gertie. Will you tell her I’m alright?” Kage nodded, and the man smiled and faded into a warm glow, before he disappeared for good. “Gertie?” Kage asked softly. “I have a message for you…” he began. From then on, it was safe to say, Kage was a true believer of ghosts.
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Kage was raised in a spiritual household. Not religious, spiritual. He wants to be quite clear about that. His parents raised him to believe in the world beyond the veil of their own reality. Most younglings in their neighborhood had learned to steer clear of his house early on, because of the scary witches that lived there. Well, the kids were half-right; witches did live there. But they weren’t scary, just misunderstood. Kage had grown up learning divination, how to read palms, tarot cards, bones, and runes. He learned which herbs were used in what spells, how to attract positivity, repel negativity, and to trust in the universe. But above all, he was taught that death was never the end of one’s life. There was just one problem with that theory: Kage had never once had a personal experience with ghosts. So it came as a surprise to his parents when he told them he was questioning the existence of spirits. Kage had sat them down and explained to them that since pretty much the beginning of their teachings, he had doubted whether or not he could communicate with the spirit world. After a bit of the shock wore off, his parents calmly told him how sometimes the magic skipped a generation. They stressed that nothing was wrong with him, it’s just something that happened occasionally in their family. After the three finished their conversation, Kage decided to go for a walk to help clear his head. He walked a few blocks, past the corner store, the library, and the local cemetery, before he turned around to go home. As he did, an older gentleman walked silently up to him, looking slightly distressed. He didn’t want to be rude, so when Kage saw him, he asked if everything was okay. “My wife…I can’t find her,” the kiamara said, a couple of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. There was something about this person that Kage felt he could trust. “What’s your wife’s name?” he asked. “I don’t remember,” the man said. “Okay, well, why don’t we go this way, and we can try to find her,” he tried to reassure the old man. They began to backtrack towards Kage’s home, and when they saw the cemetery, the man’s distress turned to happiness. A droma dressed in black was standing beside a headstone, flowers in one hand, and a tissue dabbing her eyes in the other. “Do you know her?” Kage asked, but the man had vanished from his side, only to reappear by the woman. Kage walked towards the pair, and realization hit him. The man looked at Kage again, and told him, “This is my wife, Gertie. Will you tell her I’m alright?” Kage nodded, and the man smiled and faded into a warm glow, before he disappeared for good. “Gertie?” Kage asked softly. “I have a message for you…” he began. From then on, it was safe to say, Kage was a true believer of ghosts.
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