A/N This is a collaboration with AshleyMystic, in which she will post this story on her Wattpad account. I will tell you the account name when I know it.

Anyway, please R+R!

Thanks, Mickey Raider. :)

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A girl with blonde hair, a smile that you would kill to see and sparkling green eyes, was on her knees in a hut with a hard, dirt floor. In her arms, wrapped in worn fabric, two small bundles of joy slept peacefully, having only entered this world three days earlier. While she was smiling with a radiance equalled only by the sun her heart was slowly being torn apart.

Her smile dimmed as a tear ran down her cheek," Ghastly," she whispered," where are you now?"

The two babies in her arms remained sleeping peacefully, not knowing that soon they would be removed from the wreckage of their village, Mevolents armies having torn it to the ground and killed any signs of resistance.

As tears fell from the emerald eyes of the pretty french girl, Ghastly Bespoke was fighting alongside the Dead Men. Not knowing his weekend away would haunt him nearly 400 years later.