Warm morning sunshine spills across her peaceful sleeping face.

Lamione blinks her eyes open slowly, trying to gather her bearings. The grass she had apparently been sleeping on pricked at her skin through her dark robes, blades sticking to her long dark hair. She sits up and rubs her eyes.

"Morning" says a familiar disembodied voice.

La blinks, looking all around in the intense light. A moment later, the brightness dims and she finds a floating flashlight trained on her neck.

From behind it, a translucent figure materializes, long dark hair fluttering in a wind nobody else felt. A ghostly smile greets La and she grins back upon recognizing who it is.

"Spirit!"

"Morning, Ella." the ghost murmurs, even though it's still evening time. La had just taken a power nap. Spirit trails the flashlight towards the wiggling pile of ashes lying next to La― the remnants of what used to be their Frog Prince brother.

The ghost scowls, looking utterly terrifying. "Stupid frog. He ruined my surprise. I had so much planned for your birthday."

"I'm guessing you sent the meteor." La smirks, getting up. She begins dusting her robes. Her ghostly sister hands her her trusty wand and La uses it to fix herself up, being very skilled at the art of charms.

"Aye that was me." Spirit shrugs nonchalantly. "He had it coming."

The ashes wriggled angrily. The better looking and much more intelligent twin flicked her translucent finger briefly and a breeze carried the dust and fried frog Prince away, his silent yells echoing in its wake.

La sighs. "Well. It was fun either way."

"Honey the party's just beginning!" Spirit exclaims, swirling around her little sister in a warm pool of air. "GUESS WHAT I HAVE PLANNED FOR YOU?!"

"WHAT?!"

"WE'RE GONNA GO REAAAADDDDD!!!!!"

Now say what you want but little Lamione Puncake was ecstatic. She loved reading, she was a fantastic poetess and her spontaneous bursts of creativity often left her ghostly sister feeling proud, ridiculously happy and amazed. Spirit always felt like La didn't know how much she meant to the old dead one, and today... today she planned on correcting that.

Together the sisters disapparate to their large library. The CrazyFam was obsessed with books, every last one of them. And this large orange library in their large orange planet was the best part about their world.

For it is in these pages that they found each other.

La and her sister glide through chapters, skipping book after book. Being the smart, sassy witch she is, Lamione always found the pieces of herself that Spirit leaves behind in each book she reads, and La made sure to add to those, to connect with her sister. It warmed the heart the ghost wasn't sure she had anymore.

Hours of fluttering through pages later, they spiral into a stop at a strange looking blank canvas.

"Where are we?" La looks around. She spots nothing but blank white space, but it thrummed with energy, as if eager to express itself.

"Well, you're the witch..." Spirit smiled lovingly, giving her a feather light kiss on the cheek, figure and voice fading away. "I'll trust you to figure it out."

Ella found herself confused and now alone. But she also knew her sister well, so she knew what to try. Whipping out her wand, burning confidence in her eyes, the clever witch raised her arm. "Specialis revealo!"

The effect was instantaneous.

The page burst into life and colour, drawings of banners and streamers and balloons all over the place. It was aesthetic enough to surprise the young witch who stood in the centre and tried to take it all in. Food, drinks, gifts; they all piled up and we're laid down on the pages, as if an invisible hand were doing them. And then, at the centre, words began to bleed in royal blue ink.

La stepped back to read as the letters strung themselves together.

To my dearest Ella❤️,

I don't know what present to give you for your birthday, as always, I'm really bad at that. But I can tell you honest words about how much you mean to me, and hope they make you smile, make your day that millimeter better, because that's all I want― for you to be happy.

Dunno where to start tbh. You're honestly so cool and so wise and wholesome for a twelve-thirteen year old that I was surprised and still am. It makes me proud, SO proud to have you for a sister, even though people may argue that this is virtual, but lemme tell you my feelings are real. You ARE my sister and one day we'll meet and when we do, you'll know from my face that I'm telling you the truth.

Each time we've talked and I've listened to your voice, I've felt blessed. The British accent😂, the way you talk so fast even rappers would have to bow down to you, and how you're always so chatty. How my heart melts each time you sing. How a conversation never runs dry if you're online. How creative you are with words and your imagination. And how much you love all of us unconditionally.

You're a star, Ellush Lamione Puncake. And I hope you NEVER forget that.

But issok even if you do, for we'll always be here to remind you.

Love you loads. Have the most amazing year ahead. And I hope everything you wish for comes true, dear sister.  I love you.

Yours, Spirit.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLA🎉🎊🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ps

Everything the selfish spirit said is true. I may not be alive anymore, my remnants might be lost in the howling winds of flowing time, but be sure that I love your voice, I love that Lamione accent, I love when you sing and I love pretty much everything the selfish spirit does. Of course, she knows that when she meets you her expression will kinda be dead. She's dead. So yeah, you'd know from her expression. A really happy birthday to you. Smiles really look good on the crazy fam.

Yours 🐸🔥