Opening the door I peeked my head through the crack, there was no one on the other side of the door and the lambs on the walls and ceiling were lit. The whole room was big with walls lined with bookshelves full of books. I pulled the door back a bit before squeezing through the gap, I had to be extra careful because how my legs felt weak and my wing was still healing after crashing.

“I swore I heard voices in here,” I muttered to myself confused, did I actually hear voices in her because there wasn’t much place to hide other than the chairs and tables, but I didn’t smell anyone in here and if they did put something on themselves to mask their smell then it would be a different scent. If the ponies did have those then I would have smelled them either way because how the some dragon’s sense of smell can detect different smells that’s strange.

I used the walls to help make my way around the room, keeping an eye out for anything that looks out of the ordinary. The ponies that were here earlier may still be here hiding somewhere in the dark, they probably were told to spy on me from the royal ass burner herself.

As I slowly made my way around the room I suddenly felt cold as if the temperature in this room has suddenly dropped, but how could that be? A minute ago the temperature was fine and warm then suddenly it’s all cold. Looking around I saw that the fire was still burning. How could it be so cold if the fire was still burning?

“Maybe because how you are in a room with a ghost who is right behind you.” My whole body suddenly froze from hearing that voice, they sounded like they were everywhere but at the same time not. Slowly turning around I looked behind me to see, nothing? “Look down you idiot.”

Looking down behind me I felt my heart suddenly froze and my entire body locked up as if some pony had hit me with some type of spell preventing me from moving. Behind me was something I always thought was fake and stories just to scare young dragons, but behind me was a white transparent rat wearing a...top hat and a pair of glasses with a nose and mustache attached to it?

“Hello there and welcome to hell.” I suddenly laugh nervously. This isn't real, there was no way that there is a small rat right in front of me wearing a small hat and glasses with a fake nose and mustache that is transparent enough to see what’s under it and through it, there’s no way that this can be a ghost, right? Staring down at the rat my body was shaking like a leaf I have never been frightened by a little rat before, but this was different this rat was a ghost!

What would Cazador do? Would he just stand his ground not showing any fear to the ghost and stare it down until the ghost is afraid of him or would he just start a conversation with the ghost? How could one talk to a ghost right in front of them!?

“Hello? Anybody in that scaly lizard skull? Lizard with wings ya hear me?” It asked floating up to my face. Out of instinct, I tried jumping back away from it, but being weak and not having the strength in my body to do that instead I fell backward. Luckily there was a chair behind me...wait no there wasn’t a chair behind me before.

“What?” I looked at my sides to see the armrest of a chair I look over my shoulder to see the chair’s cushioning my back. When did this move or was it there before? No, it wasn’t I clearly remember not being near any of the chairs and I had mentioned before there wasn’t one behind me earlier. D-did this ghost move this chair from one place to another in a blink of an eye!?

“Easy there lizard head, if I hadn’t move that chair you would have done more damage than shoving your own tail up your arse,” I heard the rat said. Looking back at the rat he was closer than before, his fake nose was touching mine. Being this close to the ghost rat I noticed its eyes were black with white dots. “Other than being frozen in place dragon lady, what are you doing out of bed in the middle of the night? If I recall last night you and that corrupted hunter and his dog moved here, he removed the barrier that Grandmaster Zor Az had put up to keep in the spirits of this mansion and to keep out intruders. If he was able to break it without much need of alchemy. An interesting creature his is but goes for you too lizard head.”

You know if anybody were to actually call me that alive then they wouldn’t be alive anymore, but the rat was a ghost and I can’t do anything a ghost because they’re not alive. Can someone really punch a ghost? Is that even possible to punch a ghost? Actually, now that I’m thinking straight the rat doesn’t exactly look like a rat but more of a...I don’t know, it has a fur tail, slender body, small limbs, three different colors on it transparent fur.

When the ghost flew back, giving me some space to breathe. Was he the one I saw through the window outside after arriving here? No, the ghost was small and didn’t have a long body like the one I saw.

“W-who are you?” I managed to ask despite how much I didn’t want to speak. The ghost looked at me, his brow raised, as he started mumbling to himself. I could barely hear what he was saying, but even if I could hear him clearly I wouldn’t understand what language he spoke as it wasn’t english.

“They call me Lenny el Casiticano,” The ghost said. Although I may already know the ghost’s name and know that he was safe, not entirely sure though, I still can’t stop myself from having that feeling of being afraid. Lenny may look strange, the hat and glasses don’t count and act stranger than what I expect when seeing a ghost for the first time. However, despite the ghost being strange he seems alright, well for now at least.

When I tried to introduce myself to Lenny, he already said my name not asking any question to see if that was my name. I was gonna ask him how he knew my name was, but I remembered that he was a ghost and a ghost could just disappear right in front of your eyes and stay hidden forever unless they decide to show themselves. Deciding to ask the ghost something else I, try, to calm my nerves and steel myself before asking.

“W-what are you, and I know you’re a ghost so don’t say that.” The smile that Lenny has sent a shiver up my spine as he flew up and took off his hat and glasses. With those off of him I could finally see what his face looked like, however, I still don’t know what he is.

“I’m glad you asked Lizard head.” I really want to punch him for calling me that. “My species were known as Ferrets, but you can forget about that as all of us died years ago after the griffons started hunting us for sport when they moved here in Vel La Za. Such a tragic tale of my kind, but we all were going to die sooner or later. Hey, at least now I can do this!” Lenny dived through the floor. At first, it did scare me, causing me to yelp too, but seeing how he didn’t dive towards me made me feel less scared knowing he won’t try and possess me.

For some time he didn’t show up again, which has me worried now. Where was he? Was he going to bring another ghost here? Why am I still on this chair and haven’t run away from him? Why do I think up all these dumb questions?

After what felt like minutes of waiting for Lenny to return I started to doubt that he’ll ever return. When I tried to get out of the chair, I felt it suddenly move and jump underneath me. My reaction to the chair below me moving was a scream, my claws dug into the armrest and my paws were lifted up on the edge of the chair, and my tail curled up between my legs. Was this what Lenny was talking about how he can do...I don’t know he never told me what he can do other than diving down through the floor.

“Hey, hey, easy lizard head. Don’t scratch the chair like a pussycat.” I heard Lenny’s voice, but instead of sounding like he’s next to my ear he sounded like he was below me.

“L-Lenny are y-you moving this c-c-chair?” I asked my voice had a hint of fear in it as the chair suddenly came to a halt next to another chair. My question was suddenly answered when Lenny flew through me, sending a cold shiver up my spine and a cold feeling in my chest, legs, and tail. “N-never do that again.”

The ferret just shrugs as he landed next to me. He pulled out a book from the cushion of the chair he sat on. The book I instantly recognized, it was Cazador’s book.

Lenny notice me staring at the book, he even moved it around a bit watching me as my eyes followed the book. He then tossed the book at me. I managed to catch it before it could hit my snout. I’m not gonna ask myself a question how he was able to hold a book in his small paws.

I set the book down by my side, between the chair’s cushion, and then lowered my legs and tail. I have to say riding a chair that moves is something I have never thought I would do, but I can say the same thing about Cazador, seeing how he’s my trainer and I’m his student learning to become a huntress. It’s dumb to think that a dragoness would be saved by another creature then be trained by that creature to become what he is, a hunter. I just hope the tailor doesn’t make my clothes look like it was made by ponies and look all pretty and pink.

Cazador, where has he gone? I haven’t seen him around the building nor heard anything that sounded like him, even the dog that follows him I haven’t seen too. Where could they be, outside maybe? Until I find Cazador, I have to let him know that I’m in heat and should be locked in my bedroom.

“Lenny, do you know where Cazador has gone?” I somehow asked without stuttering. The ferret tapped his chin as he hummed softly to himself. Does he knows where Cazador went, he’s been here longer than I have and doesn’t need to eat or sleep like the living does.

“If I remember correctly,” Lenny said sounding a bit unsure for the moment, “after you had passed out he brought in the white horse and had a few words with her, he thought you were sick and the white horse lied to him saying that you had some sort of fever virus, something like that, that could kill a creature that goes onto a final stage. She lied to him saying that you were in the first stage of this fever and told the shady hunter that she can do something about it, so he struck up a deal with her.” I didn’t like where this was going, Cazador making a deal with the ponies’ leader was bad news as she could be using him for her dirty deeds that she’s doesn’t want to bother herself with. “Surprising he wouldn’t do anything for her unless she does five things he wants her to do, ‘conditions’ to use the word correctly. She was dumb enough to agree with that since she held the cards there; however, he was holding the cards. By the three he was even showing the cards he has right in front of her and she didn’t even think of lowering these conditions.”

Lenny stopped talking for a moment, he was letting me think for a moment, which I am thankful that he did. Cazador could have easy wanted more than five conditions, he could even force the horse to do what she wants, but that’s the problem. Why does she want Cazador? From the few days I spent with him, he has always sounded serious, been serious, and didn’t act childish. Does the princess of the ponies fear him?

“After that they both talked here in the library about a war in the Crystal Empire, or near if to be exact.” A war, why would they talk about a war!? No, no, no, no! That pony false goddess bitch lied to him and tricked him into fighting a war that she cannot fight in! But why, why does she needs Cazador to fight in a war if her ponies already possess magic?

“I have to leave and stop Cazador from being a pawn for that bitch!” I yelled out loud and tried to stand up, but my body didn’t have the strength to hold me. As soon as my legs gave out on me, Lenny managed to use the chair to catch me before I fell over again.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on it lizard head, you can’t be going already. Not with that broken wing of yours and being in season to mate with any male. You’ll put yourself in danger than he has.” Lenny was really asking for a fist in the snout, but he was right. Since I’m in heat and I have a broken wing, I can’t do anything other than let my wing heal and wait for until my heat goes away. I can’t believe I’m just gonna do nothing about this.

As soon Lenny realized I calmed down he floated up to my face and place his hands on my forehead. He sighed and flew behind me. Suddenly the chair began to move again, but this time I wasn’t afraid of it as my emotions were getting to me and my thoughts were pushing away my fear of ghosts.

Lenny carried me out of the library, the doors opened easily for him because how he can float and flick his hand to open the door as if he had strings attached to his hands. We were now in the entrance hall, everything was a bit different than I remember it to be. How different? The lambs weren’t burning as the orange yellowish color of the flame instead they burn a soft blue, making everything look like I was in a dream. A dream with a ghost possessing a chair with me riding him of course.

For a ghost possessing a chair, Lenny sure knows how to climb up the stairs without having any trouble at all, even with me on it. When we reached the top of the stairs, Lenny carried me to my room, again easily opening the door. I wasn’t sure how I was not scared of him anymore, he was a ghost and I have a fear of spiritual like creatures who can’t be killed by physical things. I feel as if parts of my mind was just pushing that fear away, I know it can do that because how thoughts of something can cloud up that fear.

After Lenny carried me further in my room he soon stops beside my bed. The ghost ferret floats up in front of me with a smug look on his face. I guess carrying a dragoness up to her bedroom would actually have one small creature with that smug look the ferret has.

Without saying anything I crawled onto my bed and slipped my legs under the covers before the rest of my body. I needed to rest for tonight, or was it early in the morning? That just reminds me, Cazador has been nocturnal traveling in the night and sleeping in the day, both of them have risks like there’s a chance he would be attacked while he’s asleep in the day and the creatures that hunt in the night are dangerous. Yet, I’ve only been with him for maybe three or four days, and two of them mostly involves me being asleep. I haven’t really spend much time with him to ask him questions and get to know him better. Should I try and be nocturnal?

“Well, of course, you should if you wanted to be his Huntress,” I heard Lenny say as he floats down on the chair.

‘Can he hear my thoughts!?’

“Yup.”

“...” I didn’t say anything instead I turned my back to Lenny and laid on my right side. I was mad at on fact that Lenny could hear my thoughts the entire, he didn’t respect the privacy of the mind.

“Welp, I’m gonna go and float around endlessly while you rest.” After he said that everything became quiet. Maybe I do need some sleep, after all, I woke up either early in the morning or late at night. Closing my eyes and thinking of nothing, I slowly dozed off, but before sleep took me one thought suddenly popped up.

'Cazador.'

Author's Note

Hey everybody, another update to the story. I'm sorry that this was almost two weeks late, but I can say this that I am living the dream as an artist is helping me cool down. I wish I could do a custom cover for this story right now, however, that's gonna have to wait until I finish writing the story and rewrite the first few chapters I had done when I wasn't good at writing. Now with everything said and done, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for your patience.