Fighting, a war or some sort? Yes that must have been it. Banished or.. better put trapped. That was it the other one had trapped her here. Made her stay. Bound her here There used to be such happiness, light, glowing bright souls happily dancing throughout the castle but then….Darkness. That is all there had been for a very long while now. The long stretching nothingness that consumed every inch of space and time. For how long had it dwelled? Months.. no years. Yes it had been years of nothing. The brink of sanity had long since been traversed and then suddenly a voice, soft and faint. Was it real, no the demon’s trick. It had to be. But the voice persisted. Worry, concern, “Are you alone?” it asks reaching into the darkness and in moment. Light. The small hand extended toward the spirit was so very light, so old yet so pure. How could this be? Yes that’s what it had been. A prison. But no more. Now the tiny one had come to see it, had worried for it, had made the darkness flee. A soft sweet lullaby, laced with magic and sweet nothings floated long the air and all throughout the cave. It was finally free. Wave after wave of peace and warmth pulsed in the small area around the once dark prison as it sang soft and sweet. A gently mellow tune that lazily hummed in the air around the entirety of the ruins. It was enticing, almost beckoning any who heard it to the sweet soft slumber or simply peace the melody promised. It roamed the halls now, no longer bound and able to help as it pleased. There was work to be done-
"Wh-h.. who are you?" It was the first thing she could remember. The trembling question of a frightened young girl was the very first memory Myrith had in this new ghostly form. She couldn't remember her life before she ad died, or what had brought her to her end. All she knew was from the moment she had felt right at Lirael's side. She watched the young girl grown into a young woman, her own, small ghostly form never aging. Though she had gained some wisdom from her traveling, her mind was still that of a child. Lirael had sought to protect this little specter with all her power.