I can't deny I was nervous as I waited by the lake. After all, I knew this meeting was going to change my life forever, and if it didn't go well I didn't know what I'd do.

My bags were packed and sat by my feet, no doubt collecting early-morning condensation from the grass. I barely cared.

I was thinking of Becca, of how she'd held back the tears as she said goodbye. Of how she never really saw me as a son. Of how I'd never really seen her and Vinnie as my parents.

I started to think about Sam, but quickly pushed that away.

"James Lennox?"

The peace of the still morning air was broken by a man's voice. I fumbled to my feet and turned.

He was tall, and widely built, perhaps in his mid-to-late forties. A strip of grey hair circled his head, and piercing green eyes were staring me down.

"Yes," I said.

"Patrick Sutherland. Are you here alone?"

"Yes. My moth- my mother dropped me off. The email told me to be alone when you arrived."

"Diane," muttered Patrick. "Well, I'm parked just up the pathway. Let's walk and talk."

I scooped up my bags and made my way after him as he started to stroll.

"So, James. When did you realize you could see ghosts?"

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Jim can see and hear the dead. In order to hone his talents and use them for good, he needs a master.

The Order of Daisy - an organisation specializing in the tracking and hunting of ridden spirits - seems the perfect place to look.

But how will Jim's position stand when one member learns of the unforgivable feat in his past?

This is based on an old story of mine, which is now the prequel to this. The story structure of the original wasn't too good, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna restructure the whole thing at this stage xD
Hence I'm writing a little into the future. Enjoy!

updated Oct 21 '11 by TheGirlInTheCupboard