I groaned when my alarm started going off at four in the morning, alerting me that I needed to get up and get ready for work, even though I would not be working with them anymore. I stuck my pillow over my head and started to feel for it on my nightstand.

I growled when I got it and tossed the stupid thing through the wall and onto the other side, where it finally shut up. I breathed a sigh of relief and buried myself back into my covers to go back to sleep.

However, that was not something I could do because the next thing that I knew; my blankets were thrown off of me.

"Really?" I asked, drifting back into the land of the wake. I kept my eyes closed and curled myself into a tighter ball, trying to go back to sleep. "What the fuck was that for?"

My ghost decided to jiggle the nightstand, not even caring that I wanted to sleep in.

"Ok!" I exclaimed, throwing my pillow off of my head in a fit of rage. I sat up and opened my eyes, glaring at where the ghost was probably at. "Enough." My voice turned darker as I said that, letting my ghost know that I was not pleased. "What is the meaning of this?"

The ghost shook the nightstand, and I looked at the nightstand.

The box stayed in its spot no matter how hard the ghost shook the nightstand. It seemed to glow as if the material knew it was being moved and needed to stay put.

Hesitantly, I picked the box up and placed it in my lap. I took a deep breath and placed my hands on the lid, and it went click as if a latch was released.

"What th-?" I asked, watching as the lid popped open about an inch. I took another deep breath and shook my head before letting it out. "Gods, what is happening right now?" I asked, knowing that no one would answer me.

I took a deep breath and opened the box to see a dagger and a horn in it. The dagger's hilt and the sheath were covered in jewels. The jewels were red, green, white, and blue, and they were laid out in a pattern that looked familiar to me.

The urge to grab the dagger was strong, and I had no idea that I was reaching for it until I was almost touching the hilt.

Shock filled my body as I pulled my hand away from the dagger. I clutched my hand to my chest as I stared at the dagger lying there against the other stuff.

Sweat beaded across my forehead as I stared at it, shocked that I wasn't cautious at all. All I wanted to do was grab to seal my fate once and for all, but something inside me was holding me back.

Head versus heart, gut versus instincts. Neither one was winning as I stared at it. I could not pull my gaze away, could not look at the other stuff that laid in the box except for the dagger.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to get myself to stop looking at the dagger. However, it was ingrained in my mind, and I could still see it with my eyes closed.

"Gods," I hissed, moving my hands across my face, still exhausted from last night. "Fuck it."

I opened my eyes and stared at the dagger. I could have sworn that the ghost was urging me to take hold of it and pull it out of the box, but I did not hear a sound.

Hesitantly, with shaking hands, I reached into the box. My heart was pounding in my chest as I reached for it. My whole body was tense as I reached closer and closer until my hands were near the hilt, and then, I picked it up.