Major Event Delta :: Fiesta del Caza

The Spirits that were within the Sacred Temple, as well as those that had been recently released from their confinement similarly to how the Fae had been, would gather about at the Colosseum once they heard the sound of 'The Siren'. They weren't sure what it meant, but the powerful energy that washed over them, something like a flood, brought them all to the Colosseum and kept them congregated in curiosity and pleasant calm, and they would wait to see what was the meaning of their gathering here was, and what that thunderous boom truly meant.

The Spirits that had gathered about the Colosseum and rested in the seats of the deceased would each listen with their own interpretation of the words of this strange, but clearly exceedingly spiritually powerful man. They would dare not rise up to attack him, yet some felt compelled to speak out their own truths to him about their feelings of this situation, in hopes of being acknowledged and recognized.

"A game? Why should any of us partake in some game with the Living?" Not to say that some of them didn't do so already, but it was something that only happened between the Spirits, and the Living were forbidden from knowing unless they were keen enough to figure it out. Each of the older spirits knew what it meant to be observed... It meant to be Established, and exist as a Set Existence in the realm of which they were perceived rather than as some ambiguous force. They tended to interact with worlds subtly and then implant visions and feelings in the minds and hearts of those they touched in order to be observed, but because of the twisted and corrupt hearts of those they touched, the image of the Spirits became warped simply because of the one that observed them. "We're tired of being turned into evil demons and beasts that we are not, or that we didn't appear to them as! We want to be recognized for what we TRULY are! Even if we decide to take on a grotesque form, should we not still be seen for our Good Spirits, despite what we look like or what we do?!"

Many of the Spirits of the Living sought this; in fact, it was the cry of most spirits, in fact. To be able to be seen for what they are without being demonized. Yet, it was difficult to do so to those that couldn't even see them, and in fact, it was actually becoming rather troublesome and leading to Spiritual Wars between the Dead and the Living, and even between other Spirits. They were all getting tired of it, and wouldn't partake in such an act of destruction. "Our Spirits are not just a game! We are Living Dead! We still walk, even if not in flesh! We are not just 'Dead' because of those still in their flesh that cannot see us have said so! Do we not still move and feel and influence? Does that sound dead to you?" Some of them seemed interested, since there were many that enjoyed the good sport of it all, but they, too, were roused by the thoughts of the more wise Spirits that had endured the endless cycle of Souls going into different Worlds and different Fleshes, and dying repeatedly due to the hands of others, or even their own wills. They would rather not come back than to go back into the flesh and lose it again. It was a very hurtful, painful experience; mentally, spiritually and physically. Like losing something precious... The possession of a physical body. They all revered it, even if they no longer had it. But they would not suffer again for it.

Much of the congregation was moved by these words of wisdom and passion spoken by the Spirit that stood before them and had gathered them here. The more ancient and wise spirits, elders over the others, could see how and why he had become so powerful and honored him for it. He would go far with a powerful soul such as that.

However, many of the younger, weaker and more ignorant spirits that had only entered one or two lives, and perhaps, had not even had life at all in a physical form, were scared of what everyone spoke of... 'Dying.' "... I don't want to die again..." they said, terrified at how it happened to them the first time, or how they'd even seen someone else die. "... It's painful... And you lose so many people you love... Other spirits inside of other people... Gone... taken from you...." One of the elders would console one of the weaker spirits that was under his power, saying, "... As Long As Your Spirit Remains, And You Have An Impact On Another Spirit... They Will Not Forget You, Young One, And Will Find You When They Rejoin Us In The Great River..." At those words, the scared spirit felt a little more at peace, and came to a calm.

Yet, the subject of the fear of 'Dying' was still there. Certainly, even if they could come back, the death would be painful, as it was anytime anything of the flesh died before its time or because of doing something incorrectly. Even if their spirits didn't die (which, there was also the possibility of occurring, wherein they would not come back), the Pains Of Living were still quite the price to pay. Work. Labor. Hardship. Love. Emotions. All of these things that they carried with them as merely feelings and energies... Would become realized in the Flesh. That was the most terrifying thing; to see their energy be made real, and it not being what they expected nor anticipated. Some of them had gone through that, too, and they, too, were afraid.

There was no doubt about it after each of the younger spirits, including elders to the younger spirits, and even their elders, watched as one of THEIR elders stepped down to speak to them. There was no way that such a large portion of the congregation, especially any others that were moved solely by the sheer magnitude of their presence alone, which could alter a lot of wavelengths just by being observed alone. Some of them had never even known they had an elder such as that, and believed that the one that they were under was the eldest. It was a learning and humbling experience to each of the spirits, old and young alike.

The consensus after that was clear among them. They would allow themselves to be revealed and observed, and in return, they would also learn to work and coexist with the Living, as well as better preserve their Physical bodies once they had them. At first, they didn't know what to say in order to show their support and unanimous positive opinion, but, one young, but very bold voice cried out in a display of vigor, "In This Town...!!!" The echo of his voice reached someone else in the audience, who chimed in, "... We Call Home...!!!" As the Elders walked off, leaving the initial shock of being in their presence for an extended period of time to wear off and have its effect, the rest of the Spirits that agreed would all shout in unison,


With this resounding joyful noise of the spirits, like a choir, they would all suddenly become in tune with the heart and mind of the Pumpkinhead, which was their way of showing him that they were with his spirit and sang in tune with it. Because that seemed to be the song customary for showing the support to this cause and this person, and perhaps this very land itself, that is how they chose to do so. And that's how it would remain with them as they populated his land, as well. Many of them were already fluttering behind the Great Elk and the Ox, on their own, already, excited and energized because of their very presence and wanting to immediately follow behind in their footsteps, knowing that they could one day potentially be like them if they grew their spirits strong enough. Beings like the Sacred Beasts gave them hope... And something to look up to. And, so, under those circumstances, they looked up to and revered this Pumpkinhead, who was acknowledged, and even touched by the grace of the Sacred Beasts.

The voices of the Spirits all cheered in their own accord, racing out of the Colosseum in a flood; many even behind the Sacred Beast, which they were wise enough to know not to follow immediately. All had a turn in time, and theirs would come after the Elder's did. Thus, now that they had been officially released, they would fill up the entire Delta, and beyond; wherever the Spirits may have found themselves fluttering to, however they may as they may.