On the day of Emily Lilac's fifteenth birthday, her father gives her a purple amulet - a lilac amulet – an ancient relic of her family. When she puts it around her neck, her world, her life changes.
She discovers that she is not human. And neither is everyone else.
She is part of the new generation of Psychics in a world of monsters. She is one of the only, one of the rarest species in existence and she is the key to ending the war between the two most powerful species around.
And in the midst of it all, there is a love. A Gravern and an Eternal come together, set apart because of the war, and must keep down in fear of death.
So Emily fights: not for the Eternals from the sky; not for the Graverns from the ground; but for the love that her friends share.


28. Ghost

“Dad, there’s something I need to ask you.” I say to him when I know that my numerous siblings are not around.

“Sure thing sweetie, what is it?” He doesn’t know what he’s asking.

“Well...” I wonder how he’ll react. Will he freak out? Will he suddenly go really over protective? Well, whatever it is it can’t be worse than no sleep. “There’s this ghost in my room.”

“Don’t worry sweetie, they won’t harm you. In fact, when you learn to talk to them they are great when you are lonely! I’m not surprised one of them has found you to be its roommate, how old do they look? 14, 15..?”

“He looks about 50, Dad.” He freezes. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you about it. He’s really creeping me out, watching me in my sleep! You can talk to ghosts, right, so you can talk to him? You can tell him to go away and stop being in my room and watching me sleep?”

“Yes darling. I’ll go and get him to stop sand leave you alone.” He says, eerily calm. I gulp. What is he going to do to this ghost? Believe me, I don’t want him watching me but I’m worried about what he’ll say...


I perch outside my bedroom door nervously to listen in to what he says. I don’t expect to hear the ghost, so I prepare for a one sided argument, like listening in to a phone call.

“Hello there ghost.”

“Hello... Lilac...” The sound of the ghost makes me jump. How can I hear it with no training? I expected the voice to crack or to be very quiet. Instead, it has a silvery texture to it and despite it being delicate, it is relatively loud. I don’t hear all of his words but I believe that that is down to the fact that I’ve never listened out for a ghost’s voice before.

“May you please tell me your name?” My Dad asks.

“Adrian... Adrian Tyler...”

“That’s a very nice name Adrian. When did you die?” I’m taken aback by my father’s question. Isn’t it rude to ask ghosts that? Wouldn't that be a sensitive subject for them? Or maybe that’s just how they measure time instead of a birthday.

“I died in... 2009, on the...first of July... in a car accident...”

“Were you the only one?” The only one what? The only one in the car; or maybe the only one in the accident?

“My wife... barely survived... I didn’t... and neither did... the tree...” My Dad laughs when Adrian says this. Was I meant to find that funny? It didn’t sound that funny to me, it sounded more like a fact.

“So tell me, why did you come here? Why did you come in to my daughter’s room?” Here we go. I know that any time now my Dad will explode and stop being civil to this ghost.

“As I walked... near your home... I felt her transformation... so I foolishly came... to seek rebirth... I was only here... in her room... to be alive again... please don’t hurt me... help me...”

“Don’t worry, I won’t shout at you. I’m here to help you reach the afterlife.” What? I’m so confused. My Dad is helping the man that watched me while I slept? I keep by the door to listen in further to what my Dad will do.

“Thank you... really, thank you so much...”

“It’s okay. I promise to get you to the afterlife. Now take my hand.” Suddenly my room sounds as if it is in the middle of a raging tornado. Things start to bang against my bedroom door as the contents – my personal belongings – are thrown and torn to shreds. I grab the door handle and try to force it open but it is shut tightly; pinned shut by the sheer force of the wind. I start franticly banging on it: what the hell is going on in there?

“Tell me Adrian Tyler, what was your biggest dream in life?”

“To visit every state in America. That was my lifetime goal.” Adrian’s voice is suddenly clearer and more powerful. Is that because of the wind, or because I got used to his ghostly voice?

“Did you ever achieve that goal Adrian?” The wind begins to intensify and more things hit my bedroom door.

“No, Mr Lilac. I’m afraid I never did. I visited thirty nine of those states instead of the desired amount of fifty.”

“Where didn’t you visit then Adrian?” More things start to hit my door; or at least, that’s what it sounds like.

“I’ve never been to Alaska.” BANG. Something big hits my door, and it makes me jump.

“I’ve never been to Wyoming.” BANG. Something else. I slowly crawl back away from my door.

“I’ve never been to Montana.” BANG. What if something breaks through the door?

“I’ve never been to Michigan.” BANG. I start to panic.

“I’ve never been to Michigan.” BANG.

“I’ve never been to Maine.” BANG.

“I’ve never been to Vermont.” BANG.

“I’ve never been to Georgia.” BANG.

“I’ve never been to Indiana.” BANG.

“I’ve never been to West Virginia.” BANG.

“And lastly, I’ve never been to Nebraska.” BANG!

“Then let me take you there, Adrian Tyler. Let me take you to the places you have never been. Let me take you!” I hear a cracking noise, and through the gap underneath my door an immense amount of blinding light shines through. I back away further from my door and shake like a leaf. The light keeps increasing and becoming brighter and I start to squint, despite the fact that the light is only being emitted from a small space. How can my Dad handle it?

“I must say goodbye to you now Adrian. Good luck up there.”

“Thank you Mr Lilac. Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Don’t mention it Adrian. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye Mr Lilac.”


The sound of an explosion goes off in my room and blows me back. I hit the wall and land on the grey shag carpet with a thud. I look up towards my door, which is no longer shining a yellow light through its cracks. I pull myself up, not realising that I’m in pain, and I charge towards my door. This time it opens easily and I see...

My Dad, standing in a clean empty room.

“Phew, hello Em! How’s it going?”

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