We ran. We ran as far as our long legs could take us. The village was much larger than we all expected, so we decided to take refuge at an abandoned house. The first abandoned house that we spotted was quite small. It was made out of dark spruce wood, with mildew growing over the lumber like a blanket. "Here." Illia said. So us four stopped and slipped inside the wooden door.

The inside of the house was not much nicer than the outside, but we made do. "Hello?" My mother said quietly. A slight creaking was heard upstairs, then a slight whispering noise. "Who-who's there?" I said quite loudly. Suddenly, a girl-like ghostly figure flowed gracefully down the stairs of the house. "What are you?" Illia asked curiously, but you could here the fear in her voice. "I'm Amber, the government stole my soul, that is why I'm, well, a ghost." She said. She had pale glowing skin, with dark eyes, and jet black hair. Illia was frightened, but I seemed to trust Amber. "Well you are welcome to stay in my home, on one condition. You take me on your journey. I want revenge on the government. I want to take back what they have stolen."