This takes place directly after Josh's death, and since I know what will happen, I'm just going to... yes well you'll see.
It was as if all of the air in his lungs was forced out with one simple push. There was no more breathing, no more gasps or sighs. But with the loss of breathing, came the loss of words and the loss of vocal sound. There would be no more singing for Joshua Bookk, and this is probably what hit him the hardest. Music always was a large part of his life, and now it was taken away from him along with the love of his life, and the air in his lungs. Nothing was the same.
He felt himself drifting upward: out of his body. It was at this point that Josh realized he was dead, and separated from the world. He was a ghost. Now, if he remembered correctly, ghosts were ghosts until their final wish was realized and satisfied, then they would move on to their peaceful afterlife. And what Josh wanted was for Sparta to win. He watched the scene going on right after his own death. Josh watched as the love of his life screamed over him. Tears streamed down Sparta's face and she shook from fear. Oh how badly he wanted to wrap his own arms around her and soothe her. Instead, he turned to touch her and felt himself pass through her. He frowned and attempted again: nothing. Josh wanted to scream, but found his voice absent. He wanted to cry out of rage. He had lost everything now. What they say about the afterlife is wrong: it's worse than living on the earth.
The next thing Josh saw was Lyra slapping Sparta. He couldn't hear their words, so it looked as if Lyra had truly lost herself to the games to Josh. Taking in the scene, he needed to close his eyes and mentally prepare himself. But when he looked up, both Sparta and Lyra had left. He followed the path down to the water, on a whim. It was mostly for his own well-being to associate himself here. But there sat Lyra by the edge of the water: apple in hand. No, she's going to kill herself! No no no this was all wrong! Josh tried to grab the apple from her hands and throw it away. He tried to talk her out of it, but she didn't hear, and his words were locked away. No! Lyra submerged herself into the small creek, and Josh closed his eyes. He would wait for her here.
After a long, very long, five minutes of watching her floating figure slowly drift, her ghastly ghost joined him in the afterlife. The new ghost took a moment to asses the damage of herself before she noticed Josh standing and watching him. "Josh?" Her voice sounded weak and strung out. She had her voice? Josh tried to answer her, but found himself speechless once more. Instead, he nodded and pointed to his throat. "You can't speak," she said. "But why can I?" His apparatus shrugged. Josh wanted to talk to her, and scold her for her actions but he couldn't. Maybe Josh couldn't speak because he cherished his voice so dearly. Maybe he lost it because he was so conceded about his vocal talents. He pointed in the direction of the cornucopia after a very long moment of staring at her sadly. She nodded, and clearly understood he was going to find Sparta.
Even though he didn't need to worry about it, Josh found himself weaving through the trees and traveling slowly. It was a somber movement: an expression of grief. He grieved for Sparta, and how he lost her without her actually dying. He grieved for his voice that never would return to him and he grieved for the fact that he could not have either of them again. At least not for a very long time. He couldn't hear anything but the high pitched screams of a creature. This made Josh move much quicker through the trees and not minding as much of his movements. A large dragon flew over the cornucopia, and Feather, the girl he thought he killed, was riding the dragon. Talon was already badly hurt, but it seemed Sparta was helping him. Hell no, she wouldn't do this! Josh examined the situation further. Maybe that was her plan all along, Watch Josh die, then win Talon. Maybe she had been cheating on him all this time and Josh was just too much of an idiot to understand it. Of course, this is how it always was. But rather than leave, Josh watched as the pair killed Feather Glass for good. Josh watched as her figure appeared and floated in the air around the dragon.
That wasn't what caught Josh's eye: Sparta smiled at Talon for a brief second before she took a necklace off of the dead body, then shoved him off of the Dragon's back. His eyes widened at the sight. Josh was wrong, and for once he was grateful for his suspicions to be proven incorrect. Sparta grabbed hold of the dragon, whispered a command into it's ear, and he watched as Talon's body was burnt to a crisp. His figure appeared, gasping for air. Josh smirked seeing the career fail, and it may have been horrible of him to be happy, but he was. Mostly because now he couldn't have Sparta either. Feather's figure had joined Josh on the side, and was smirking along with him. "Looks like ol' Tally isn't as awesome as he thinks he is, eh?" She snickered at her own comment, but Josh could only silently smile by her side. Talon glanced at the two of them angrily. "What the hell are the two of you doing here?" "Watching a stubborn asshole get proven wrong," Feather smirked, and Josh did as well.
Sparta, he thought to himself coming to the realization that she had won. He rushed up to meet her and congratulate her, but he remembered: she can't hear him, and he can't speak. But still, he attempted to speak to her the best he could. "Sparta!" His own voice shocked him. After the time he couldn't speak, his voice had finally returned. He sighed a breath of relief and casted his hand out to her cheek. She shivered at his touch, but she still felt him in some sense. "I still love you," he whispered. "Please check your journal." And then, it was as if he had died again, but for once... it was peaceful. And he was ready to go. He took one last glance at Sparta, stained with dirt, sweat, and grime, but she still looked beautiful to him. He was no longer in any pain.
