Requiem found the spot she was looking for. Quiet, hidden, peaceful. She set her bag on the ground and pulled the tarot card from her breast pocket and watched as the strange mana shifted again, "ok, so if this is were the card led me, then there must be something here I'm supposed to learn?" She looked around, hoping to see some kind of clue. Oddly enough, she noticed that as she followed where the card was leading, her depression faded away. So, if she wandered around the clearing, she could possibly figure out where the "here" was that she-

"No. You're dead."
"So I've noticed. Still, it's nice to see you again Little Shadow."
"F-father....."

Requiem tried to feel enraged as she sank to her knees. What sick twisted person would do this? "Relax, you could say this is a part of your fortune."
"How? This can't be. This is a tarot card. It tells fortunes."
"And it led you here. Where you needed to be. Didn't you read what the sign said?" The man rubbed his face, "I'm sure you've already figured there's more to these cards than what people believe."
"Shut. Up. You're not real. My father died years ago. You're some....twisted mockery." She shakily stood. "I don't know who or what you are, but I will fucking END you for defiling my father's memory."

Requiem drew her dagger and ran at the specter, "let's start with the obvious, I'm not real." Requiem turned on a heel and tried to slash at her father, "then why are you here? What's the point of this?"

The ghost of her father sat on a nearby log, "this tarot card, the hermit, induces a sense of depression and hollowness."
"Yeah, and?" Requiem tried to keep from losing her temper. She sank on the ground, unable to keep angry and stay standing, "the magic on these cards are conditional. The only way to remove the effect on you is to satisfy said conditions right? Now then. Why would this card have you come all the way out here unless...."

Requiem frowned, she had never been particularly good at puzzles and such. Although, if this thing in front of her was simply a memory of her father, it couldn't possibly know things that she herself already knew, "there's something I have to learn, isn't there? The hermit card, when reversed, means isolation, withdrawal, loneliness."
"And you've always felt alone. Even when you were surrounded by people you called friends you kept them at arms length and suffered silently."

Requiem stood there. The card in her hand continued to flow with its strange magic, "that's not all there is to this, is it?"
"I only know what you know. And you seem to have a firm idea of what comes next." The image of her father, the former holy knight, the man that saved her all those years ago, faded away as footsteps behind her sounded.

"Hello sister. It's been far too long."