Being Dead sucked. To be honest, there wasn't much else she could say. Greta couldn't get over all the hurt and betrayal she had felt after her brother had killed her. Maybe that was part of being dead. Having to live with all the emotions you had when you were living, espeacially the very last emotions that you ever felt. If a ghost could cry, Greta would probably sob her eyes out.

"Who said being dead had to be so dull pretty?" A childish voice came from behind her. Greta whirled around.

"Apparently the laws of being dead." Greta snapped. Her brother had always told her no to talk to strangers, but apparently he wasn't really someone who should be listened to.

"Well what if I said it didn't have to be?" THe boy grinned at her widened eyes.

"Is there a way for you to bring me back?" She asked hopefully.

"Not exactly. I could do a spell that would bind you to the Earth again though. You would still be able to cross into the spirit world, but you wouldn't age, and you could feel everything that a normal human being could feel. wouldn't that be wonderful?" THe boy answered.

GReta sighed in longing at the thought. THe last time she had been on Earth was when she had met those girls. The one with the really long blond ponytail who could shoot arrows was her favorite. THat girl had a lot of secrets and GReta couldn't wait to see what would happen when they came out. THe girl was foolish to think that they wouldn't. Secrets don't stay buried. Greta herself was proof of that.

"So, I'll take that as a yes?" THe boy smiled in a cocky way that reminded her curiously of her brother.

"First, you have to tell me your name," She answered quickly so that he wouldn't get any ideas to fast.

"Well, some people just call me a trouble maker, but I like to introduce myself as Klarion the Witch Boy." Klarion took a bow before grinning at GReta again.

"Well then Mr. Trouble Maker," Great teased, "Please get me out of here as soon as possible." Greta.

"Anything for a pretty little ghost like you." Klarion held out his hand , and Greta took it without another thought.

She closed her eyes and felt the thrill of re-entering the Earth, feeling the ground before her. Feeling. Could it be? Had Klarion's spell already worked without her noticing that he had done anything at all? She bent down to pick up a rock. Scraping it against her hand, Greta took delight in the warm blood that ran through her fingers, feeling the sting of the cut. It was all beautiful, beautiful pain. Feeling. Greta felt human again.

She heard a laugh from beside her and realized that Klarion was laughing at her reaction to it all.

"What? If you had been dead, you would be excited to feel anything at all too. Trust me, I know better than you do." Greta snapped indifferently.

"True. Now, on to business. In order to complete the ritual, I need you to agree to do some favors for me. Anything I ask. Three favors. Is it worth it, or would you prefer to return to that dull, dead place that I rescued you from?" Klarion looked half threatening, and half pleading.

"Alright, three favors." Greta responded.

"Excellent! Now say this: I, Greta Hayes, vow to complete three deeds, in order to live on Earth for eternity. I will do whatever is necassary to complete these deeds, and agree to give up control of my body until the deeds are done. All of this applies, unless Klarion himself commands that I may be free."

Greta repeated.

"Good. Your first deed. Help me track down Artemis Crock." Klarion smiled maliciously.

"Why her?" Greta asked, thinking of the secretive blond girl who had been chased by her brother.

"It isn't her that I want. It's her father. I need to get his attention, but he won't listen to me because I'm just a kid. If I catch his traitorous daughter, that would get his attention for sure, right?" Klarion grinned hopefully.

Greta smiled. THis would be her chance to get back at those girls for not keeping their promise. They had told her that they would get her a proper burial. They hadn't. After Halloween, they had left her. THey probably hadn't even thought of her again. THey would pay. Klarion smiled, knowing that he wouldn't even need to control Greta's body to get her to do this.