23"Where are you going," Namor asked, watching the ghost of Senna mope around the cave.
I don't know... came the reply.
"If I may suggest Namoki," Namor said. "I'm sure he'll have some interesting news for you."
I don't feel like traveling right now, Senna sighed.
She had been a spirit since she committed her act of suicide. She was still residing in Heaven, with the newly revived Dragons of Heaven, Namor, and Nimora. However, she lost all cheeriness and had become rather depressed, memories of her captivity and the short lived war haunting her every moment.
It took her a couple months to even look at her mother, let alone talk to her. When she finally did work up the courage, it was full of apologies and understanding.
In this form, she could also travel the three planes freely, without worrying too much of the barriers. She checked up on Kaggren to see how he was faring, but had yet to speak with him. She couldn't bear it.
"I promised not to tell you myself," Namor said, breaking her out of her thoughts. "He wanted to be the one to tell you."
Senna looked at him, and then back on the spot of the cave floor that she was staring at. If you insist then.
"I do," he replied.
She nodded, and walked out of the cave, spreading her wings and taking to the air. Yes, she could float like other ghosts and spirits, but she preferred the use of her wings. It felt so natural, it would be a shame never to use them.
She arrived at the barrier, passing through with no difficulty at all. She then dove into the earth, into the bowels of Hell. She passed by Kaggren's residence, glancing the the window. Her father was sitting on his throne, in a thoughtful pose, the same every time. It was like he was frozen there, unable to break his own spell.
Deciding it to be in her best interest, she went straight for Namoki's residence. He dwelled in a large gloomy looking cave, made out of gray stone and pitch black on the inside. One could barely make out his large bulk from the outside, like a mirage.
She stepped inside, no fear at all. That and how do you hurt a ghost?
Namoki stirred, feeling the presence of someone inside his home. Violet eyes looking around, body maneuvering so that he could get a better look on the intruder who dare to enter his cave without proper notification.
He then saw Senna's white, almost see-through form entering, eyes downcast as they ever were anymore. He then lost all his rage and turned over, still groggy from being awoken.
You have a strange schedule.
"You have no manors," Namoki replied grumpily.
Namor told me that you had something of great interest for me to hear, Senna went on. And he wouldn't tell me and made me come all the way down here to find out.
"Ah, that."
Yes, that.
Namoki yawned, straining his neck. "Well, this will be interesting for you, indeed."
Senna folded her arms and waited, and resisted the urge to tap her foot, but her tail thumped on the ground in place of it.
"It has to do with your punishment, young one."
About time, she sighed.
"You are to be reincarnated four times," Namoki explained. "And in the last and last reincarnation only will you even receive even a quarter of your powers."
What else, Senna asked. She had a feeling that there was more, something Namoki was hesitating on. She had to know.
"You will have contact with the Dragons, since they are a part of your heritage, but," at this, the High Dragon of Hell sighed. "You will not know of your parents or former existence. Not until the fourth. And even then, you will have no Guardian Angel, unless your father decides to send in one of his own. So, you'll be mostly alone. It's not the worse that could be given, but still hard to bear."
From what I have done, I deserve it, Senna sighed. When do they begin?
"Soon. Namor knows for certain. I am only given limited information anymore," Namoki yawned. "Now go see Kaggren. I've heard he hasn't left his house for days."
Senna nodded, turning to go. She hadn't come face to face with him since he tried to rescue her from Vicious' grasp.
Namoki watched the ghost go, laying his head on his talons. Yes, this would be a hard path, but not one she'd have to do alone. She would be given the ability to talk to Dragons, yes, that much was true. But if Kaggren didn't assign a guardian to her, that would almost completely cut her off from him during these hard years, and he'd hate to see that happen.
Senna flew over to Kaggren's castle, just standing in the window, observing him. He was still like a statue, plastered to the chair with his elbow on the arm of the chair and chin resting in his hand. His eyes seemed far away, like he had left his body there to rot or whatnot and his soul was barely hanging on.
She took a deep breath, and went through the glass. She didn't want him to stay like this, so depressed like she was. That and she knew her time here would be short before her punishment began. So she had to talk to him now.
Father...
Kaggren looked at her, wide eyed and confused. Could this really be or had he finally lost his mind?
Father, I'm sorry. I have my punishment before me..., Senna said. She wanted this to be short, so she could start and get it over with.
"Senna...I'm the one that failed you," Kaggren finally replied.
She just smiled, Have you heard about it yet?
"I have," Kaggren replied. "And I've decided Vlad to guide you. He's a good servant of mine, and I'm proud to give him the task. Now go get this over with so that I don't have to beat myself up anymore."
For the first time in her life, she wanted to hug him.
She went back to Heaven and Namor. I'm ready.
"So be it."
And so, her spirit was sent to the mortal plane, to be reborn.
((That's it. Cya on the flip side!))