The Ghost Princess

In a far land of dust and red send, there was a time when castles were made of gold, waters were droplets of sapphire and the skies were green of emerald.

In the more majestic castle, with amethyst windows and silver walls, lived the most genuine family of royals no one could ever imagine. They were humble, brilliant, kind of heart, and generous. Every possible good quality one could name, they had it. They seemed unreal.

Their people cheered for them three times per day, being this ritual more sacred than a prayer. Not a single crime happened during their reign in their fairy realm. Agdassorh was its name.

The most beautiful, gentle, gracious, clever of them all was the middle daughter, the only one of three sisters that survived the Great Red Fever that killed thousands and thousands of people among the reigning dynasties, their subjects and slaves.

Those two jewels of girls who refused to leave their servants dying from thirst or starvation and fought until their last breaths to find, prepare and distribute medicine that could save their beloved people. If many survived that feverish hell was only merit of Gladia and her sister Sunia, the youngest of the three.

Amendia was the only one still alive and deeply in grief for the loss of her very much loved sisters who were the light of her eyes and the delight of her hurt and mind. She felt like walking in the streets of their realm without blood in her veins, but she still walked. Her favourite thing to do in her solitude was to keep taking care of everyone in her, and outside, of her court. Monthly she even went to other realms that were seeking any kind of help.

Everybody loved and admired her. Where did she find the strength to walk so many miles with those bags full of food and medicines, other than toys and clothes for the poor? She seemed quite a legend, and in fact, she was. She was dead and remained only in spirit. A spirit who could lift terrain weights as yet without a body.

Nobody knew that she was the first of the three siblings to die when infected by the Fever, and her only will to find a cure to save as many individuals as possible maintained her soul as strong and resistant to the trespass and allowed her to prevail to the death of her body.

She came presently to herself just to find out that her human vessel was unlived on the floor of her pharmacy. In desperation and disgust, she decided to not follow the path to what was then considered paradise and she forced her commitment to form a spirit as vigorous as her alive body. She needed to think about where to take her corpse to hide from anybody so that they could not discover the truth, so she went to her favourite forest and chose her favourite tree and buried herself there in the darkness of that same night.

This condition was making her mind weak, but her determination was still potent, and she kept and kept to carry on her sisters' desire to help as much as it was possible. She tried to practice the same magic on her beloved sisters, but their souls decided to run on that luminous path which conducted them to the silky and ivory moon.

She was very mad at the start but then realized that maybe that same blood of her, after a life of fatigue, of suffering for the heartbroken, just wanted and needed to enjoy at last that same peace that she was starting to crave. But first, she yearned for the healing of each person in all of the realms of the world in which she lived a delightful childhood with her family.

The thing that scared her the most was abandoning her dear parents, but that time was to come for that too. So she traversed the world healing and loving and when the time of her second death arrived, she said farewell to her mother and father and her people and she reunited with her dead spoil becoming the soul of that old but still verdant tree where still to this day, people in pain and grief go to find relief.

Inspired by Adrien Sepulchre, discovered thanks to Pandora Journey's channel on YouTube.

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