What can be learned
From these stories told
But not understood?
Why this world turned?
Was it cold, the future foretold?
What was suppose to be understood?

These stories told
Yet untold to us...
We have no understanding
Or, at least, no proof
That what we think we're understanding
Is actually truth.

We think we know
What these thing say
But do we really?
Or is it all...
All the stories and myths and legends....
Is it all possibly...
Just a best guess?
Can we prove the stories we've been telling...
Are actually fact, and not fiction...?

Each glyph means something
But to common eyes, nothing.
“Just pictures” to some, to most
Some claim they know what they mean
But no proof exists to prove them
Either right nor wrong.

So to say these stories
Are told yet untold.

~Kem
I walk back along the road with Madi and Margi following again. I look up and c Cynder flying so I walk in2 a building and make my way 2 the roof. “Hey Cyn.” I say absently as she flies over 2 me.
“Kem.” she greets with a chirp.
“I think I have my 1st job 4 u.” I reply.
“Already?”
“Yes. I need u 2 follow a physic by the name of Clark.”
“May I ask y?”
“He's on the case now and he's investigating the NYC Demon cases. I don't think I've left any possible leads. In fact, I'm 110% sure I didn't...but he can talk 2 the dead.”
“not that that'd really matter....b very helpful anyways!” Madi pipes up.
“yeah, Rescue has a shadow face!” Margi nods as I realize quite suddenly that I can c them now. That's good....I think...
“I can watch him.”
“Good, thank u.” I smile “I have a question, if I may?”
“Go ahead.”
“If I can c ghosts will I still b able 2 c them looking thro ur eyes?”
“I....haven't the slightest clue...”

~Clark
“I HEARD IT AGAIN!!”
I jump as the face of Ray Richie appears before me and I keep trying 2 wipe away the blood and figure out what the hell that kid meant. I look at him and there's a look of both fear and expectancy in his eyes. Being able to talk to the dead is not as “cool” as you might think. In fact, it can b quite irritating. The reason being that they all are stuck here for one reason or another and they need help. Unfortunately, seeing as how not many others can even SEE them, much less hear from them, they rely solely on you. You'd think they'd wanna solve their own problems...I groan slightly, ignoring another wave of pain which surges through my blood stream like a wave. Blood...rite, it's still oozing from my face...
“It calls itself the Executioner.” Ray adds.
I can feel my heart racing as anger pulses through me and I take a deep breathe, if only to calm myself slightly, before looking Ray in the eyes. “listen, if you want me to help you, you're going to have to tell me everything.” I tell him “I can't work with only half of a puzzle.”