Beatrice's adventures

It was a foggy, chilly night when it happened. The night sky flashed with thousands of angry thunderclaps, giving the appearance of war. Heavy rain and swirls of wind came down on the lone forest. Every single being croaked in a corner to keep themselves safe from the rage of nature. But something else was wandering there, far more furious than Mother Nature herself. Something very dark and ominous was swirling in the air that would keep one breath away in both awe and horror.

A bodiless ghost-figure has just crossed the little wooden bridge, leaving behind outrageous cracking sounds. Everything it touched became stiff and cold. The poor creature was one of the most unfortunate ones, trapped in two worlds. It sighed at the thought that it would bring misery to all living beings. It finally decided to sit near an old tree that almost stripped its own leaves out of fear. Another sigh came from the cold-blooded creature, and it went away from the fearful tree.

The being thought out loud: "Oh, that is terrific! They don't notice! I can't even touch anything, and they get scared of their own shadow when seeing me. Can't I just move into the light or something?" Then a deep silence emerged for quite a while.

The ghost-like figure thought it had enough resting time and went forward, deep into the forest. All its usual sounds muted themselves at the sight of the lifeless creature. All but one loud hoot. For a moment, the thing felt impressed with the sudden sound in the middle of the night. After pausing for a few seconds, it decided to walk on, but another hoot sounded closer than before. "What in the world is this unusual sound?! Come on! Show yourself!", said the enraged entity.

A fleet of feathers came along with another hoot, causing it to be more cautious as not to kill it before knowing what it was. When it turned around, it seemed that nothing was there, and it made it question whether it might be another poltergeist fellow. It felt sad that it couldn't say hello to the new mate, but just then, strong claws clenched onto its transparent shoulders, forcing it to try driving it away.

The moment it got a closer look at the mysterious creature, the idea finally struck it. "Oh, I know what you are! You are, you are... a bird!", it admitted as it started laughing loudly.

"Do you have any idea how much you scared the ghostly life out of myself? I might have killed you. But, what are you, my dear friend? ", it turned to its only friend.

The being started swinging its wings excitedly and stretching round and round its head.

"Are you telling me you are a barn owl?! But, if you are a barn owl, how can you touch me?" The creatures' eyes transformed into a bloody red and its body became bigger than usual. "Oh, so you are a demon owl. Even greater! Will you be my friend then?"

It felt like the owl almost smirked at the poltergeist, confirming its statement.

"Then it's nice to meet you, demon owl. Hi, my name is Beatrice, but everyone calls me annoying nicknames me like The Cold-Blooded Baroness. That is because, well, I am a trapped spirit. But as far as I know, I am not looking for revenge. " The owl hooted three times as encouragement to its new friend.

"Do you know where I can stay over night without scaring off or killing anybody?" wondered Beatrice.

The demon barn owl pierced the ghost with its eyes and flew in the opposite direction of the forest. She then automatically followed its trustworthy fellow to find herself next to a beautiful muddy lake. Although abandoned, it looked truly spectacular in the light of the thunders that were still striking from afar. She sat down, allowing the owl to have a seat on her shoulder, and they both admired the night view of the lake in silence. Beatrice thoughtfully stared at the stormy waters. The barn owl leaned over her for a bit to see what its friend was looking at so passionately. It found no reflection of Beatrice in the waters. But the birdie showed no fright.

Out of the blue, some sort of purple light emerged from the waters and shapes itself into something similar to a time-portal. Taken aback, the ghost carefully examined the features of the portal. It looked like a hexagonal mirror with an unusual sign across each of its corners. The next moment, the mirror-like portal showed some dark, moving silhouettes that were hard to trace. A single readable word was summoned in writing: case. Beatrice dared not say anything, but tried to figure out what it was trying to tell her. The feathered friend hooted anxiously as the mirrored portal broke down to pieces, and Beatrice had to put her own glittery hands as a shield in front of her.

They looked at each other as Beatrice finally decided to say something about this unusual activity in the lake: "I think it's telling me something. I have a slight idea that it has to do with me. But why now, after all these years I have been wandering around? " pressed her head with her own two hands in despair.

The owl pulled her from her sleeves with its own beak in an attempt to show her way out of that place. Beatrice listened quietly to her wise friend and stepped away from the lake, sitting on top of a hill away from the dark forest. She looked above and noticed that the raging storm stopped as soon as she got out.

She felt that more unusual adventures would come upon her and her feathered friend. She had mixed feelings bestowed upon her, but something pushed her to go find out more. Thus, that was the very moment Beatrice's adventures truly started.