Different Worlds

The spirit looked into the crystal ball. He could see twelve cheerful creatures dancing and singing around the fire. They were all hanging happy expressions on their face. His inner jealousy burned up to the maximum point. How could they? The little ‘pet’ of theirs casted into exile and they didn’t look even a bit sad or solemn. This was unreasonable for the little soul. He was toyed and tortured. He cannot be free. The little decoy of the Horoscopes definitely made him thinking that he can finally be free again. Instead, they knocked him out, threw him away, and banned him from meeting the surface of the magical dimension again. How could he be not boiling with anger and resent? He was disgusted! He wanted to have revenge, do the same way they did to him to them. It wasn’t fair, he thought, that he was a slave and be treated like something...unworthy of anything, like...rubbish, that is. Spirit or no spirit, he was revived. He shall have his revenge. He tapped his pointy nail at the one fragile Horoscope. He poked a needle in the voodoo doll of Scorpio. What an intelligent and innocent girl she is! She will be my target!’ he cackled and threw a knife at the targeted woman in the photograph.