The Ghosts Of Jade Mountain

Hi, this is a quick short story about Carnelian that I wrote a little while back! It's one of my favorite fan fics that I've written, but it is kinda sad. Please note these events take place in-between the 2nd and 3rd arc. Also this is just a strange concept idea I had for a ghost world. Anyways, Hope you like it! Don't steal or plagiarize this or I will hunt you down and you will face a fate worse than Carnelians. -SundewRAGE46 (Rage)
== The Ghosts Of Jade Mountain ==
Carnelian drifted down the buzzing hallways of Jade Mountain Academy. She didn't want to be, but she was cursed. Stuck in the mountain where she had died, not the mountain she called home. How long had she been drifting down the halls now drained of color? It was hard to tell, she had run into a couple other ghosts who also died in the caves that threaded themselves through Jade mountain. A scared pale reddish brown Sandwing named Canyon. A wise light turquoise and green Rainwing named Clearwater. A sarcastic washed-out sea-blue Seawing named Kiwa, and about 15 other dragons Carnelian hadn't met yet.
Sometimes it was hard to distinguish what tribe some dragons were, every single ghost's scales were pale and washed out-- for a week Carnelian had thought that Canyon was a Skywing, his frill was short and jagged, and his tail barb blended in with the grayish walls-- also the smokey appearance of dragons made it hard sometimes to see features that certain tribes were known for.
Carnelian didn't much care for the ghost world. Each dragon was trapped around where they died. Carnelian died in the history cave, so she couldn't fly past the small lake that stood next to Jade mountain, and she hated it. Also, there wasn't any flying or walking, just... ...Drifting. It was hard to explain, but essentially your claws and forelegs melted into this smudged fog, and you moved to where you wanted to go by thinking about it. You could still move, and if you wanted to you could flap your wings or stomp your -er- smoke-talons? but none of that did anything to get you anywhere, only the smokey fog could drift you places.
That's why Carnelian disliked the spirit world so much, but it was the only thing left. dragon ghosts had been stuck here for centuries, there was even a dragon here from the scorching, But all of the surroundings changed with the present. Ghosts could even see alive dragons walking by, and hear them talking, but it was impossible to communicate. That was the other thing Carnelian hated, ghosts could not touch or feel a single thing in the living world. They were still bound by walls and objects, but they couldn't do anything to affect them.
Carnelian sighed, she was following a small timid but excited Skywing named Thrush who was hurrying to his class, dropping his scroll every 30 seconds. He filed into a larger hall filled with more students and Carnelian scowled as she saw Kinkajou and Moonwatcher, her old clawmates, walking to class without a care. Carnelian grumped, becoming friends with dragons was dangerous, you never knew who you could trust or not trust. but now that she was dead-- why was she still acting tough and angry around the dragons that could have been her friends? Because they let me die. her mind whispered, I can never trust them, even in the ghost world. But, if she had nothing left to lose did it really matter? Yes, The little voice hissed, You could still lose your pride, your dignity. Carnelian sighed, she couldn't lie to herself, but deep down she was also very wrong.
Switching her path, Carnelian drifted down a steep hallway to a darker part of the mountain. The hallway turned into a tunnel which became narrower and narrower until Carnelian had to duck under some very low hanging stalactites to continue. beyond the Stalactites the tunnel opened up into a large cavern. The cavern was as large as 3 Skywings with their wings open, with a small crystalline lake in the middle. Stalactites and glowworms littered the roof and moss covered the shores where groups of ghosts were gathered, talking and laughing and sleeping.
Sleeping is strange for ghosts, you drift a couple talon lengths above the ground and your eyes go dark and you never dream, but fall asleep immediately. it's an unpleasant thing to watch and experience. Carnelian looked around the cavern, searching for some of the friendlier ghosts that she was okay with.
She spotted Canyon floating next to the lake and staring at the water. Carnelian rolled her eyes and drifted over, Canyon had been killed in a landslide decades ago when she was 10 years old. Canyon had been scared of Carnelian when she first died but eventually Canyon came around and started talking to Carnelian.
"What's up, Canyon?" Carnelian asked, 'sitting' next to him. Canyon sighed and dipped his smoke-talon into the water but no ripple or reflection showed. Carnelian scowled at the water.
"What I wouldn't give to be alive again, or at least see the sun on the desert again. I miss my family too, I don't love being stuck in this mountain for eternity," Canyon replied, miserably looking at the glowworms stuck to the ceiling.
"I know," Carnelian said, "I miss the sky kingdom, and I want to see my queen and my mom again, but I can't, which sucks, and is unfair.” Carnelian turned over her words, her death, her predicament. She huffed heavily as she went over her last moments of life, “And to think, all of this could have been avoided– for at least a little bit– if I had listened to my stupid sandsnorting classmate, and if you had kept flying to the next cave,” she said, an air of sadness seeped into the two ghosts with each word. Carnelian didn’t like this feeling, she hated it. But it could be fixed, some friendlish ghosts named Clearwater and Kiwa, always seemed to be able to make Canyon and her laugh and feel a bit happier.
“Have you seen Clearwater and Kiwa?” Canyon asked. Carnelian shook her head and they both started to look around, Carnelian spotted them in a corner, tucked away behind a couple of stalagmites, laying down a couple talons above the ground, both of their eyes blackened. Their tails were curled and hanging in the very top of the water. Carnelian nudged Canyon and nodded her head towards them. He saw and sighed, “Best not disturb them, want to spy on some of the students?” Carnelian chuckled.
“Sure,” She replied and they drifted out of the cavern and into the feelingless hallways which they were bound to forever.
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