The Skeleton Lady smiled at The Psychic Girl one night and said, “Do you want to hear a story?”
The Psychic Girl stared at her bony grin with apprehension, unaware that this clearly inhuman abomination was able to tell stories.
The Skeleton Lady simply stared at The Psychic Girl. She wanted to tell a story.
“What sort of story,” said The Psychic Girl.
“I remembered a story,” said The Skeleton Lady. “My favourite story. My mother used to tell it to me when I was young. I remember things easier when I’m around you.”
The voice of the Psychic Ghost resounded in her head. Don’t trust Teysla. She shook her head.
“No?” said The Skeleton Lady, frowning. “You don’t want to hear my story?”
“No, no, that’s not why I’m shaking my head,” said The Psychic Girl, rubbing her temples.
“So you do want to hear my story!” said The Skeleton Lady happily.
The Psychic Girl rolled her eyes and sighed. “Why not.”
“Did you know,” said The Skeleton Lady enthusiastically, “that there was a world before ours?”
“What,” said The Psychic Girl, “like another planet?”
“No,” said The Skeleton Lady, “but almost. This world didn’t have psychics in it. Or lizardmen. Or vampires.”
“No?” said The Psychic Girl. She sat down. “Then what did it have?”
“Humans. People, they called themselves,” said The Skeleton Lady.
“People,” repeated The Psychic Girl. “They built all the ruined stuff, then?”
“That’s right,” said The Skeleton Lady, “only when they lived, it wasn’t ruined.”
“I could have guess that,” said The Psychic Girl. She bit her lip. “Go on, though.”
“When they lived, there were so many people. Millions and millions of people, all in one kingdom. They had food, as much as they wanted. They all had homes. And friends. They had technology, too, the kind of things we’re lucky to get running again. They had clothes and they could go where they wanted and do what they wanted. They were free.”
The Psychic Girl frowned. “I don’t believe that.”
“It’s true,” said The Skeleton Lady.
“But what did they do?” said The Psychic Girl. Her stomach rumbled. “If they had food all the time they wouldn’t have problems!”
“Maybe they didn’t,” said The Skeleton Lady.
“Then why are they all dead?!” said The Psychic Girl.
The Skeleton Lady looked around at the rubble. “Maybe they made their own problems.”
The Psychic Girl got up. She pointed a finger at the rubble and shot it with lightning. “Why’d they ruin a world where nobody had to be different? Where nobody had to be a psychic.”
“Sweetie,” said The Skeleton Lady, “are you… sad?”
The Psychic Girl’s mouth jumped into a frown and then a scowl. “No,” she whispered and then fired another blast at the rubble. It exploded in half. “I’m mad. I want that. And I can never have it. They wasted it.”