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Memories of her death filled her mind as Pepper sat on the ground near a bench in the small town. The wind blew but had no effect on her hair or torn dress, as she was essentially dead, a ghost, gone from the land of the living. A spirit she is, a wanderer and seeker of justice for herself and family. The wind could blow all it wanted but Pepper would not be swayed by it or anything. Not until her vengeance had been carried out. Then she could ascend towards the light and be with her family once more. But that time was not here, and Pepper wasn't ready for that yet.
She glanced up at the stars and the night sky as she softly began to sing a song. It was a sad tune, one that she had composed herself being as she was dead there was little else for her to do. The tune bespoke of death and lost opportunities, of mourning and crying angels. Birds wept in this song as did the very earth. Some might think her song overly dramatic, but then again they weren't the dead one were they? They had no right to an opinion, and if they did Pepper would silence it for them. The song gave her comfort in the cold embrace of death where the warmth of the living could not reach her. And so the white-haired ghost sang into the night, her figure flitting in and out of existence, barely there at times and at others almost solid. But almost. For now, it was a peaceful time for Pepper, well as peaceful as it could be. The night dragged on even though the ghost no longer had any sense of time. Time was for mortals and the lives they still possessed.
Clutching her ghostly sword in hand she sat there and sang her heart out, a white, blue and blackened wisp of a person, orange eyes filled with immense sorrow. Pepper had yet to come across another lost soul. To find a soul just as lost and adrift as she herself was. Maybe one day she would, as intangible as the days were to her. After all, being dead made for some lonely times and Pepper was no exception. But for now she was content in her own way and she reveled in this short span of tranquility. Tranquility that was much too difficult to come by in the void of limbo. And so she would relish it whenever she got the chance.