Role

Chapter 2

The ghost of the kind grandmother hovered over her granddaughters body. She
was not alone. A tall old man stood next to her.

"Shes still hanging on, a thread only, but she's there." Said the ghost of the
elderly woman.

"Aye, shes got fight in her thats for sure." Said the old man, leaning heavily
on his staff.

"Can you do it? Will you?" said the ghost

"Can I, of course I can. Will I? Why should I. What has she got left to live
for? If I do this, what will she become?" said the old man somberly.

"She'll learn to Dance. I knew it once, I gave it up so that I could have my
family. You know it, You know why I did it Lord. I know now that I was
selfish. My family paid for it. She can take up where I left. She can learn
the Dance." said the ghost.

"If you think so. I'll give her the chance. I don't do this oft, or lightly.
but she's needed. The magic is killing the world. You gave up the fight, she
must take it up now." said the old man.

"She will." said the ghost.

"Right then." Said the old man, placing his hand upon the body of the girl a
glow emenated from his fingers. Lurching and gasping Dahliana breathed again,
her body, the pain, almost unbearable, but she was alive. She fell down again
to the ground, a deep sleep coming over her.

"Right, she can't know I've done this, not yet. But you, can help set her
feet upon the path. After that, its time for you to come to me." said the old
man.

"Yes Lord Panmorne, I understand." said the ghost.