I like living. It’s not something anybody says too often though it really is worth it to sometimes stop, take a breath and appreciate the splendour of life. Too bad that in order for me to do that I had to drag some thing from the depths of the river of souls. I could actually stop and take a breath otherwise.

It’s been 2 weeks since I’ve been on the run. No, I mean quite literally I’ve been running for 2 damn weeks! Well, I flew every now and again but it turned out that running is more effective in warding off that… whatever that is. Let’s call it Shuffy for now.

I won’t bother to recount the chase since not even I myself understand what exactly is going on. In fact, I have yet to see the offender! It’s just that I know that Shuffy is real and it really wants to find me. And I don’t want it to. That’s all.

Man, I’m beat! If you think a spirit can’t get physically tired – I thought so too. If I shake off Shuffy, I swear, I’ll crash on the comfiest-looking chair I’ll find and won’t get off for a century. It may be a trauma now. I’m totally suing the damn stalker.

Ohoho, would you look at that! The material plane I am jumping into seems awfully familiar! It’s that one! You know, the one where people think that tomatoes are the fruits of the devil and elves are descendants of us, fairies! I honestly can’t understand who came up with that!

Aaaand beeeyyyooonnddd!!! *crash* *thud* *boom* *boom* *boom*

“Pheew, that was a landing! Bet you can’t chase me around here so easily you ugly lump of unrefined spirit mass you! Try to catch me HERE! Oh, you can’t? Too baaadd!!! Not so almighty now are ya, Shuffy?!”

Actually, where is here? Apart from the tall – relatively speaking – grass I can’t see anything. And why is the grass violet? I landed on the right world, right? Even if I didn’t that’s still good. At least I’m not running for my life now. I’ll lie here for a bit, okay?

“Awww, my robe is a mess now! It took so much time to find it too!”

In fact, my entire attire is a big mess. The hat took the most damage though. I should remember never to use one for a save landing next time.

I like it here. There’s almost no wind, it’s sunny, there’re clouds all over the place the ground is pleasantly cool. The violet grass is still weird. It’s such a rich shade too, totally unnatural. Grass is not supposed to look like that. Yep, totally not.

Who am I kidding, not accepting reality will not solve my problems. As much as I wanted to grab some of that grass as a hug pillow and take a nap here, I gotta go.

Or run.

“How did you get here you damn baa-staaa-rrrddd?!!!”

With a speed completely unbefitting her small size, a fairy in a worn out blue magician attire ran through a violet field.