Traditional Monsters; a Trilogy

The Ghost watched as she pierced the dummy with her sword, cheering.

It had been years since he had been the one pierced by that sword, the one to be felled by her blade. He wasn't mad at her though. For at this point he couldn't even remember what happened. Memories grew fuzzy the longer you stayed on earth after you died, and like he had said, it had been years.

She was the chosen one. The one who had vanquished the darkness long ago, and it was his honor to watch her life go by.

A life the Ghost never lived.

The monster watched from the shadows as the girl whirled around and pierced the next dummy with her sword.

It smiled when she couldn't get her sword free and had to struggle to get it out. Placing both hands on the swords hilt and both feet on the dummy's torso she strained to pull it free. The monster grin grew even wider, she was going to fall if she pulled like that.

She did fall widening her eyes as she noticed the monster. Immediately, her friends came to help her up. She tried to go back, take a look at the monster she saw shrouded in darkness, but she was forced to merely grumble, as they took her away.

There really was a Monster in the shadows.

She went quietly with her friends the alien noted, not saying more than the occasional grumble after the initial protest to being taken away from her training.

It was surprising how quickly these humans can get quiet. He mused, watching the proceedings through his telescope. He put the telescope down and away, he wouldn't need it anymore. He had what he needed.

He wrote in his journal as he thought about what he'd seen. Such primitive creatures deserved attention.

He closed his journal with a bang as he finished his thought.

He opened it back up again and read what he had written, walking back to the telescope.

"Aliens are always watching from above."