Published August 28, 2016 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 8


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Ethan is a soul in the Underworld with no memory of his life on Earth. He is bought and sold by various masters for centuries. Traveling from large industrial towns to scorching hot deserts. During his journey he picks up the skills, knowledge and magic to escape his enslavement. He runs with the intent of living a free life, but is pursued by agents until he's cornered on a remote mountain range. With little time left, Ethan begins to recount his life and masters in the hope of leaving a record of his existence. These are his memories.




I ran through the mansion searching for the other souls. Circling halls and climbing stairs, until I arrived at the guestrooms which used to host Alistair's friends. The white bed sheets were still perfectly ironed and arranged like some aristocrat would walk in at any moment. I glanced into every room to see if my fellow souls were hiding beneath the furniture, but everything was dull, uneventful, and unnaturally quiet.

I walked past the last room, to see pale lace curtains billowing in the breeze. I paused to watch them sway back and forth like waves, until I realized that none of the windows were meant to be open. I walked inside and pulled the window shut with a loud bang.

"What was that noise?" echoed Felix from down the hall.

"I'm sure it's just the mansion falling to bits," said Anya. "Just yesterday the dining room table collapsed. Master really needs to put more money towards fixing things instead of new party decorations."

"Do you think that Ethan could be hiding somewhere waiting for us?"

"Don't be silly," laughed Anya. "Ethan wouldn't ever think of something so smart. He's terrible at games. He once attempted to hide behind a lamp, but you could see his body poking out from behind it and everything. You should have been there Felix, it was hilarious."

I peered my head out the doorway to see the two of them strolling down the hall. Any idiot would have hid and waited for them to come closer, but I wasn't capable of such thoughts.

"Oh, crap! It's him!" Anya dramatically cried. She grabbed Felix's arm and the two of them dashed away.

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Published August 14, 2016 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 7



Story Summary

Ethan is a soul in the Underworld with no memory of his life on Earth. He is bought and sold by various masters for centuries. Traveling from large industrial towns to scorching hot deserts. During his journey he picks up the skills, knowledge and magic to escape his enslavement. He runs with the intent of living a free life, but is pursued by agents until he's cornered on a remote mountain range. With little time left, Ethan begins to recount his life and masters in the hope of leaving a record of his existence. These are his memories.





It must have happened after Alistair had been gone for one year, but perhaps it was longer. There was no reason to count days when I knew I'd live forever. My fellow souls and I continued on with our daily chores in the hope that our beloved master would soon return, but there wasn't any sign of him since the day that he left us.

"Let's play a game," said Anya one sunny afternoon. She, Felix, Angela, Alphonse and I were lifelessly lying around the sitting room killing time. It had become our daily habit since we no longer had a master and his guests to wait on.

"What sort of game?" asked Alphonse curiously as he lethargically laid back on a leather sofa.

"How about tag?" suggested Anya.

"Tag?" laughed Alphonse. "Isn't that the game the street children play?"

"Well, do you have any better ideas?" Anya snapped.

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Published August 04, 2016 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 6





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Ethan is a soul in the Underworld with no memory of his life on Earth. He is bought and sold by various masters for centuries. Traveling from large industrial towns to scorching hot deserts. During his journey he picks up the skills, knowledge and magic to escape his enslavement. He runs with the intent of living a free life, but is pursued by agents until he's cornered on a remote mountain range. With little time left, Ethan begins to recount his life and masters in the hope of leaving a record of his existence. These are his memories.








I watched the hope in her eyes disappear when she realized that I wasn't the guy she wanted.

"Oh, it's you Ethan," she sighed. "It's so dim in here that you kind of look like him, when you stand there like that."

I looked at her blankly with no idea how to respond. I wasn't sure how to talk to the girl who ignored me for weeks, and I was in the middle of doing something I shouldn't.

"Why are you in Master's study anyway? Is this magic?" Anya walked into the room to examine my chalk diagram and the light floating above it.

"Kind of, sort of, in a way," I nervously stuttered. "I found a book in the library and decided to give some of the stuff inside a go."

"Wow, you did this yourself?" She looked at the orb I'd created in amazement. "I had no idea that it was possible to make something like this, but I guess it's still nothing compared to what Master can do."

I'm not certain if she was intentionally trying to be cruel, but her words were a punch to my self confidence. Even when he was gone I was still nothing compared to Alistair.

"What are you doing here Anya?" I asked without bothering to hide my irritation.

"Don't tell anyone this," she said nervously. "But sometimes I come in here to look around. Everything in here reminds me of him, if you know what I mean."

"I suppose," I muttered. Looking around the room it was difficult to imagine that our master had even left.

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