Possessed!? Who, what, why!?" I yelp
He swept up the shattered glass with his tail, which turned to sand before my eyes.

"Tell me Zachariah, did you ever at one point spill ectoplasm on your self?" He questioned calmly

Mind mind instantly flew back to a week ago, Gorbachav's icky green blood on my paws. Thank Glamora that nightmare was over.

"I... yes.. Gorbachav, but, but he's dead!" I protested

"Gorbachav, you telling me you battled it out with the king of Ghosts?!" He gasped

He began this long rant about my foolishness. I didn't hear him though, My insides felt like they were being twisted and contorted. A deep darkness had settled on my soul, his words had just turned my whole world. Tears sprung on the edge of my vision, He... Gorbachav was inside me! I lifted a paw to my chest, my claw dug into my fur. There was no way I could possibly return now, or ever. I felt myself fall into a mini panic attack, my breath coming in little hiccups, tears falling.

"-can't believe my own grandson... Zach? Are you all right?" He finally noticed my discontent

"I can't go back now, he's inside me, he's probably going to kill me" I wailed

"There is a way" he said "it takes extreme willpower to rip a ghost from ones soul, but when I checked on the one inside, it didn't seam completely whole"

"What do you mean?" I asked

"I mean it's really weak, practically feeding off you life source, kind of like dream beaver, but it's not a ghost anymore, like a shell of a ghost"

"I'm sorry did you just say dream-"

A load crashing noise sounded from the entrance and claws started streaming in. I felt a tug on my scruff, I swiped out at the claw who did it. Suddenly I felt a ropes tighten around my legs and I fell on my side. I gasped in pain as my whole weight crushed my broken wing. then I lifted into air feet up, tied on a stick. Then next thing I knew we were running across the snow, then over to the Summer border. I bit my lip every time my wing bumped the ground.

"Who are you guys?" I called out

No answer

"Where are you taking me?!"

"No questions" one said and bumped my broken wing, on purpose.

That kept me quiet, when we jumped over a river I was aware of another group coming up from behind. It sounded like they had another captive with them, with a wide knowledge of Ice-claw swear words.

"Un hand me you ruffian!" The feminine voice cried

I froze and looked back "Zara?" I called

"Zach?" She answered, the other group came close enough I could see her clearly. It was my sister, Zarathustra.

"Why are you following me? And where did you learn such language?" I accused her

"That's irrelevant at the moment, why did you run away?" She shot back

"I didn't want to hurt anyone else" I answered

"I hate to break this to you, but we are the heirs, you have to come back" she said

I was silent for a few moments and looked away.

"Zach? What are you not telling me?"

"He's inside me, Gorbachav, he's not dead, only really weak" I said

He next comment was cut off because they dropped us on the ground. I groaned as blood flowed back into my paws, giving them a good shake. I turned around, and jumped nearly jumped out of my skin. Staring at me inches away from my face was a gray, long-haired claw, his fur was stained red in hieroglyphic marks. The primary and secondary feathers on his wings were also colored scarlet. Running through his right eye was a silver scar, no fur grew on it and gave him an ugly appearance. The eye with the scar had no pupils, compared to his left eye, which was green, the right was a dull silvery color. Like a full moon in the daytime. I saw his claws were also dyed maroon. My claws are silver, like all Ice-claws. I looked around and noticed they all had bloody claws. Something struck me, these must be the-

"Welcome to the Blood-claws, Zachariah, heir to the Ice!" He snarled