Fairspell Meadow Free the ghost that haunts you.

BWP got him.

It was late. He wasn't supposed to be here, roaming in the gloom while the meadow whispered around him - he should have been asleep by his mother's side. Something had called to him in the greylight; a brisk wind carrying a scent he thought to be familiar. A sound so like a voice. Sobek was sleepy as he went off among the reeds which could have accounted for much of this; but the descending cold soon woke him from his reverie.

And there, standing pale and thin among Fairspell's expanse, was Anansi. He knew it could not be, but the boy was still young enough to believe in miracles and magic, and the vision of his pale brother drifting like white smoke across the grass made his heart ache in a new painful manner. He felt the stinging wind upon his eyes, saw through the blurry sheen that coated them, as the figure moved along. It did not take any prompting for Sobek to charge after his lost kin; he plunged across the meadow, and when near enough, called out Anansi's name.

The ghost did not move to indicate it had heard him. It was obscured, hazing in and out of focus, rising at points in to the dark sky as if to form clouds; tendrils of misty white spreading thin across the green. He ran harder, felt the slick sensation of his watery eyes leaking down his cheeks; he called again and didn't even notice that his shouting voice was not employed, that there was only deafening silence. Sobek sucks in breath after breath and the wintery air soothes him from the inside out; it is familiar, this chill, this emptiness.

It slowly filled him. His limbs slowed, too heavy to lift, and his breath pealed in great white gasps, as if Sobek were transcending, losing coherence and form. He wants to chase after the spirit and bring him back to Maegi, to see the joy distilled within her at the reunion of their family. He tries so hard to catch up, and when Sobek finally comes to where the mist-formed creature lingers, there is nothing. He blinks and turns, staring at the surrounding dark of a hollow night.

When the dawn arrives, the boy's body is not far from where @Maegi and @Sakhmet are sleeping. He is cold to the touch; clutched between his paws is the remnant of his brother and it glitters with ice, meanwhile, his own thin coat is layered with frost, and his face is contorted in a wordless shout, Anansi!