The Haunted Voyage for Zazzum

This day felt like a walk in the graveyard. Silent, cold, and unpleasant- As if there was no trace of life to be found. That's how some places were from time to time- like a graveyard. Helier, despite being a doctor, often went to places, at times, were like a graveyard. He began to wonder if this town known as Xalum would be empty as well, save for any plants and debris or would there be people to meet, and perhaps someone to sell his medicine to. It was only a week when he finally was control the brilliant powers of the Aria.


On the day he left his Master's care and protection, he had nowhere to go, and some money to his name, but he was still his positive self, eating an apple and savoring every last second. He met an old man, who was on the ground, writhing in pain. At first glance, he looked like he had his hand on his chest, but as Helier got closer, he noticed that he was bleeding. Helier ran over to the man and asked shocked, "Hey, are you alright?" "Much better to see someone come to help me," the old man said. "I was attacked by a wolf man a while ago, and left me wounded. I don't know if he'll come back, but can you spare me some food or medicine?" Helier simply smiled, saying, "I do. I'd charge you, but it'll be my treat this time." He bandaged the man, and gave him five of his Painkillers. The old man got up on his feet, and said, "I have to thank you, kind sir. It may not be much, but when I left my home in Xalum, I left some stuff in my home. The house is nothing but rubble, but your reward is in a black box." Helier smiled and replied, "Should I make it to Xalum, I'll keep that in mind." "Terrible things are happening to this world. Go to Xalum, my boy. You may be able to help this world, as you did me," the man said, disappearing. Turning around, he found a blue ethereal line going forward. Helier assumed it would take him to Xalum, and a week later, that is where he was ended up.


"So this is Xalum?," Helier said, looking around before stepping into the city, seeing it look desolate at first"Huh. I assume there are people here," Helier thought to himself as he looked around.
 
"What the hell?" Grimm exclaimed as he turned around and looked at the ceiling, as if expecting to see through the surface. there goes the chance of going unnoticed. People nearby must heard that and it's only a few moments before they come in and accuse them of stealing their supplies. "Great," He mumbled angrily.


Cyrus came back from outside. Grimm cast him a sideways glance. It was difficult watching everybody's movement. It was unnerving, how everyone seemed so casual and nonchalant even though they nothing about each other. "Don't worry, you missed nothing," He replied to him. Cyrus then pulled out his book and started going through it. From where Graw stood, the pages were full of symbols. It looked strange and otherworldly , and Grimm felt uncomfortable just looking at it, as if the things written on the pages were supposed to be private and intimate. He shook away the feeling and turned to the witch.


She started hanging herself on the pole with her legs, which reminded Grimm of spider-monkeys. He couldn't surpress a smirk, so he did. As unnerving as everyone's casualty here, it also amused a little part of him as he watched the witch's crow fly in circles. Persephone then did a trick with a berry letting the crow catch it with its mouth and she swung back onto the floor. "You just wasted that berry," He commented and glared at her. In their tribe, everyone's taught not to waste any food, especially if it's forged or hunted.
 
Juno's head perked up at the sound of a crow - probably that Persephone girl's crow - cawing. She looked up from the snow globe and to the crow, amusement dancing in her eyes. Despite the tension, she could very well enjoy a good trick from an animal - regardless of what species.


"How cute," she said with a small smile. She wasn't sure if somebody heard her, or anything, but it was said like a whisper - or like a calm hiss, if that was even possible. The initial uneasiness she felt the whole time was slowly drifting away, and it turned into... some kind of indescribable feeling. Comfort? Well, if that's the case, that was too quick. Whatever it was, it was something she didn't like much. It felt weird.


If she could describe the people here, then it was a mixed feeling. That Graw guy? She didn't like him one bit, nuh-uh. He was too brash. That's probably how he is, but... she shrugged. That Cyrus guy? She liked him. He seemed like a friendly guy, but she wasn't exactly the most social person around, so she might come off as a snob, beyond other things. The Persephone girl? She reminded her of someone with a similar name. Her memory was hazy before her meeting with the strange man, but a person with the name of Proserpina... she was somewhat similar to this Persephone, but they were entirely different, too.
 
Cyrus glanced up seeing the flying crow and Persephone throw a berry as the crow caught, Cyrus gave a little smile and flipped the page. Looking at Graw after his comment made him frown a bit "Hey hey crows gotta eat too you know." He spoke shutting his book making a loud clap noise, Cyrus had the feeling that he was wasting time now that figure told him to come here and meet them but..nothing else, he rubbed his chin and smiled putting the small book back in his back pocket. He then walked and grabbed a chair again sitting down and looking up at the group his smile gone now instead a more serious look on his face.


"So I think we've gotten comfortable far enough...lets speak about why we are even here..Zazzum" He said adjusting his hat and clearing his throat. "I believe you all have a gift..just as I do if you didn't you wouldn't be here correct?" He didn't give them time to answer instead he leaned on his chair and smirked rubbing on his chin. "Now I'm going to be honest here I am sure you all heard the stories about Zazzum..personally I believed it was true...back then..now?" he stopped leaning removing his smirk dropping his head down a bit "Now I don't think so see I'm more of a see it to believe it type of guy..I'm not saying that this seems impossible..but how are we to find this.." Cyrus said looking at the three.
 
It was odd to see, amidst the rubble. It looked a lot like one of those old royal caravans--the pomp being present but the silk and elephants lacking. Should there have been sand dunes and palm trees in the vicinity instead of crumbling buildings and remains of the old business district, or waving fanatics and adoring subjects rather than the ominous silence that greeted them, it would have been much like the old legend--The Queen of Sheba off to meet Solomon.


She held a silver mirror in her hand. It's intricate patterns of curlicues and swirls along with its far less than damaged condition--untarnished, unchipped made it and its owner appear odd in a world accustomed to all things rustic and primal. She lowered her gaze to one of the men that carried her makeshift sedan. It disturbed her lightly to see how these people made themselves seem as lower lifeforms just because of her. it also bothered her thinking of how they'd be off to find another probably false oracle to serve as a deity to their tribe in her absence. She wondered how long it was until she'd be able to return to them and their blind adoration. It made her even wonder if she could return.


It all started out one day as she sat in the chamber in their tribe. The one she'd always stayed in for as far as she could remember. She glanced into her looking glass in hopes of finding whatever sign the otherworld provided her with in order to aid her tribe. What she hoped for was at least the things she usually saw: rain looming over or an infestation of rats or other vermin. Instead, that day, she was in for a shock. Smoke billowed into the usually reflective side of her mirror. Then a flash of light engulfed the whole room. The sight made her drop the mirror. But the images on her mirror projected onto the shabby concrete walls of her chambers. A scene flashed before her--it was a part of town that she'd never seen before. She squinted as a silver streak tore through the sky and started etching out an unfamiliar runic language. She was sure she'd never seen it before but the words formed into her mind and fit perfectly together like a lock and key.


Lysandra Tempest, seer of the unknown...


That was all it said before the legend of Zazzum--one told and retold in their tribe flashed.


Then, the lines and swirls that formed the runes of her name melted away and were replaced by more cryptic symbols that were registered into her mind as Xalum.


Again, the scene of the old ruined town flashed and was the only thing that appeared on his mirror up to this day.


She moved her mirror to one side and the image that had never changed for weeks dissolved and melded with the buildings in the background like a missing piece in a puzzle. She swiped it over to the other side, making sure she was in the right place. That mirror had served as their compass for the days of travelling they'd endured. Well, she did little enduring to do. The tribesmen, still with their deep reverence to her insisted on creating a makeshift sedan for her out of something that looked like an old swivel chair and some old dingy curtains. She was protected from the rain by some surprisingly waterproof material they'd found and her feet were far from tired as they were off the ground, her sedan carried by four of their strongest tribesmen.


Her hand--one that had barely seen manual work peeked out of the curtain, urging her men to a stop as the light in her mirror pulsed once she'd reached a place where signs of what used to be fast food chains hung. They lowered her sedan and with immediate movements, went to follow her with a less than damaged umbrella to shield her from the rain. She gathered her skirts--the one made of the richest, most beautiful velvet they could salvage but the skirt wasn't the grandest part yet. The bodice of her dress was fitted from the most exquisite fabrics they'd salvaged from the old business district. She was dressed all in black emphasizing the pallor of her skin that was barely acquainted with the sun. Taking her surroundings into perspective, grimaced in distaste as she saw the old Burger King building. One of her men opened the door for her. As she stepped inside, she quirked an eyebrow, seeing there were already those who had come before her.


They don't look like much, she thought. But her mirror told her the contrary. They appeared on her mirror, as if it were telling her that she was in the right place. She puffed out a sigh and dismissed her tribesmen with the wave of a hand. Then, she placed her hands on her hips, letting her mirror dangle from a chain around her wrist.


"And I thought those on the Voyage for Zazzum would have a...grander welcome," she said, looking around at the battered ex-burger joint in distaste.
 
"A gift?" He wasn't sure whether he called summoning spirits a gift. It was more of like a skill, to him. He found himself smirking at the thought as he turned to Cyrus. "I'm a summoner." He paused for a moment letting it sink in. He's never told anyone about that; he just assumed everyone knew because of his wounds, that he decided to form them into tattoos, or his scrolls that were always tucked at the back of his pant-once again, he instinctively reached for those, checking them. When no one seemed to know what he just said he groaned and placed his crossed arms on his broad chest. "I summon my animal spirit to my aid with the use of my scroll." He explained, patting a scroll behind him. There's no point on explaining as to why and how he got another one.


"As for the Zazzum, I have no clue as to where we begin, honestly. I assumed that one of us knows--" And just as he was about to continue someone stepped inside-another addition to the group-and, in Grimm's opinion, she was probably the strangest one yet. First of all, she had an umbrella, one that wasn't broken which is very rare to have, and she was dry as a leaf in Summer. Second, she wore the most strangest, yet most elegant-looking garments he'd ever seen, which was, in his opinion, quite impractical. She looked like she couldn't move, much less run, in her clothes. Yet she walked into the room with grace, like a queen, like the ones that his parents used to tell him about when he was a child. But what was really strange, one that made Grimm stiffen, were her eyes. Her eyes were as black as the witch's crow, not a single fleck of white; it looked otherworldly, yet at the same time animal-like. She had a mirror, ornate with curves, in her hand as she swept her black eyes around them room. Grimm gulped. If he was intimidating, then this one takes the cake.


She spoke, then. "And I thought those on the Voyage for Zazzum would have a...grander welcome,"


"Yeah?" He replied, forcing himself to relax. His hands were urging him to grab his scrolls and summon Tisme and Bysa. "Well, I was expecting a flying car to drop out of nowhere, but, guess what? That didn't happen." He finished.
 
Helier walked around for a bit, looking for any people who could be alive. He stopped at an cafe who had seen better days and noticed a airplane that was crashed nearby. He saw the sign on the ground that said Daily Pastry and now it said Daily Past. "It's a shame, really," he said with a sad sigh. It would have been nice to have something sweet to eat right now. But a pastry would no brighten this sorrow-filled day. The rain was pouring and was like many drops of poison falling a urn that broke from holding for so long. Helier decided to go into the cafe to get out of the rain. "Hello? Is anyone here?" Helier asked.
 
Cyrus nodded toward Graw smiling "A summoner eh that's really interesting.." He said tapping his chin with his finger and looking back over toward him when he mentioned Zazzum. "Well that's no good well unless any of you other guys have any leads we might haft to start on square one.." He admitted yawning and stretching his arms backward, Cyrus had alreasy came up with a game plan if nobody really knew on where to start for one he would start around here somewhere. If that figure told him to come here there most had been some sorta clue to get us all in the right track.


As Cyrus went through his thoughts he looked up seeing that Graw had his attention toward the door..and he was quite surprised, tilting his head Cyrus turned to see who he was looking at seeing yet another lady see looked quite different from the rest,but how she carried herself intrigued him the most she looked as if she was a princess of some sort,that was the best example Cyrus could come up with for her. Cyrus chuckled at her comment then coming into a small laugh from Graw's "Well a pleasure to meet you I see your a little late though don't worry though we were just getting started...my name is Cyrus by the way." He spoke smirking and then turning to face the others wanting to continue on with business.
 
Lysandra smirked, suddenly amused at the attention directed to her. Back in her tribe, she despised anyone that gave her adoring looks or any eye that stayed on her for more than what was normal. She knew they only stared because of her powers anyway but here, she was a total stranger and now, she was sure they were staring at her for what she was and not for what she could do. She strode in, feeling slightly more comfortable in the dingy old fast food place. She brushed off some dust on a broken old table and sat herself down. Then, she looked into her mirror. It only showed her reflection at first. A lovely sight, if she'd say so herself. She barely looked tired from travel. Then, she noticed the looks she was getting. She was sure that their awe had turned into annoyance as she powdered her nose while everyone else was obviously lost in discussion before she arrived.


She put the mirror on her lap and looked around at them. Her fathomless onyx eyes scanned the room first, trying to look at everyone there. "Never underestimate a lady with a mirror," she snapped. Then, right on cue, she felt the mirror pulse on her lap. "Ah, see," she said, with a small smile, knowing that whatever speculations they might have had would be killed by wondering about who and what she really was. She picked it up just as a white hot light filled the room again, just like when she was first told about the voyage for Zazzum. She waited for images to form but all that happened was the white light and the mirror's handle getting too hot, making her drop it to the floor. Just when she thought it broke, an even brighter light emerged from it and images started being projected on the wall. An unfamiliar scene of a city flashed after the expected flash of her name in runes. She rolled her eyes, as she's seen the same shindig before only with different scenes. Then, after a long run along a scenery, a blurred figure like that of a man's flashed before the images dissolved and the mirror went back to normal. Lysandra looked around, trying to survey how everyone reacted to the mirror episode. Satisfied, she picked it up and looped it around her wrist again. the image of the new city appearing on the mirror like before. "Sooo, anyone thinks this is familiar?" she asked, holding up the mirror for them to see it again
 
The mirror burst into a flash of blinding light, making Grimm reach for his scroll. If she was here to kill them, she might as well pull out her knife and stab them one by one while they're blinded. But the thing is, a few moments after, after the light has subsided and almost all of them are dizzy, the woman still stood there. Images were projected on the wall like one of those movie projectors they once used before the End, flashing the woman's name in runes. He knew how to read runes when his Grandmother taught him, saying that not all scrolls are written in their language, so it's safer to know them. Then the scene changed to a city, like any other, in ruins and disrepair. A scene quite disconsolate and dark. He knew that city; he passed it while he was journeying towards here. Then, it changed, once again, showing them this time a blurry silhouette of a man, its presence in the room was overpowering and intimidating, it almost made Grimm stumble and fall.


The images dissolved, like how one would distort the reflections on the water with a stone. Lysandra picked the mirror up and asked them, "Sooo, anyone thinks this is familiar?"


"I know that city, Lysandra," Grimm replied, her name felt different on his tongue. He turned to look at the others. "I passed it before I came here. It's not far away from here. Just a day's walk, that's all."


He turned away and sighed, frustrated. He turned to them again. "There's just one problem," He paused, scanning his eyes over them, like looking over a map. "A dangerous tribe lives there. They behave like savages, sacrificing outsiders for their God. It took me awhile to safely sneak through, but not unscathed." He turned around to show them a large dry wound, a slash, on his muscled back. "And some wild beasts have made it their home on the edges of the city. I don't know why or how, but ever since the End, animals have become more dangerous and wild, like most of our race."
 
With no response, Helier leaves the damaged bakery, disappointed to find no one was in the bakery. Well then, this place is not in the condition of a well-kept shelter. " There has to be someone in this town," Helier said, still smiling, looking around for any place that might still be somewhat decent condition, and notices a Burger King joint across from the Daily Past bakery. Unlike the Daily Past, the Burger King seemed in much better condition. The walls and windows look like they were untouched, but it seemed the only problem was the second floor has had better weeks. "Maybe someone is in there. At least, I am hoping for it," Helier said, his smiling returning to his face.


He runs to the Burger King window, and tries to make out if anyone is inside. The rain feels like falling knives of ice at this moment. If Helier stayed in this rain, he may ended getting skewered just as he arrived. The very thought of that made Helier's damp hair stand on end. "Hey. Is anyone in there? Please let me in. I am a Doctor!," Helier shouted, knocking three times in the pelting rain.
 
Cyrus as Grimm did quickly grabbed his case ready to draw out whatever weapon had came to mind, but was surprised that the flash instead showed an image. He blinked once,then twice and the observed it for what it was. Cyrus was sure that it was a city but what interested him the most was the runes he was not an expert at translations but he studied it enough to get the gist of it. He worded it out with his mouth quietly and then was again surprised by the sudden image of then man, Cyrus tilted his head in confusion just who was he? was he a key to getting Zazzum whatever the case he noted the man and the city and the rune quickly writing it in his black journal. When the mirror faded he sighed to himself and looked at Lysandra smiling "That was quite a sight was it not?" He spoke giving a slight chuckle then listening as both Graww and Lysandra spoke. Cyrus rubbed his chin at Graww's comment toward the village with the sacrifices, it did not bother him much because he had passed by further dangerous things without confrontation, he smirked and spoke "I could possibly get us by without a problem but I gotta do the talking...you guys would haft to sit in the wagon I have.." He said nodding.


Suddenly Cyrus heard three good knocks and a voice with it saying "Hey. Is anyone in there? Please let me in. I am a Doctor!," He only smiled and stood "Looks like we have yet another member to the party..and this one is a Doctor how nice!" He spoke walking toward the doorway and giving the man a good look before opening it and letting him in. "Sorry if you were out there for so long you must be cold..i'm Cyrus good to meet you." He said extending his hand politely with a nice little smirk with it.
 
Helier smiled and shook Cyrus' hand, rushing inside to get out the dreadful rain, "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Cyrus. My name is Helier Almist," he said joyfully. "I came to this town, following a spirit's bread crumb trail. I initially came here, hoping to sell some medicine, but I guess I have gotten expecting to be grabbed by the arm, being begged for food or medicine, and at times both." Helier looked around and to see he and Cyrus were not the only ones in this place. Helier continued, "Well Cyrus, if you do not mind my asking. My ment...er... I mean, a very close friend of mine told me about something or someone called Zazzum. Would you happen to know about it, by any chance?"


He did not want to let out his "secret" just yet. About a week ago. Before he found the spirit, who helped get to Xallum without getting lost. Before all that, he was working for a week, and some women noted that they were seeing odd things. As if they have been seeing illusions. While Helier was able to do that, he did not such thing, nor have any prompting of it, anyway. Three days of investigation, he found lots eye drop bottle in his stachel before he was heading out. After examining the eye drops, he discovered that someone had added Belladona to the eye drops Helier had made and gave to some of the women. Belladona, despite being a beautiful flower, produced a toxin that though it is harmless to the body, warps the imbibler's vision and causes them to see illusion for 2 hours prior to the time the Belladona was consumed. Although innocent of the crime, the townspeople chased Helier out of town. He never mentioned to anyone that he was an Aria since then, unless he really had to.
 
Friend? Grimm was a bit taken aback at that, but he refused to show it. Everyone's been saying that spirits and illusions and voices told them to come here and, suddenly this "Helier" comes in telling them that a friend told him to look for Zazzum. Grimm was sure Helier was hiding something and, at this point, it is important to be trusted. He walked towards him, not taking his eyes off of the doctor; stopped inches away from him. He loomed over the doctor with his eyes shooting daggers at him. "A friend, huh?" He asked indignantly. "I know monkyes who can lie better." He poked Helier's chestwith his finger; due to his strength and his gauntlets he made Helier stumble back.


Shooting his last glare at him, he turned around to Cyrus and nodded reassuringly. "Are you sure?" He asked, placing his crossed arm over his chest. "I'm not even sure if we can fit in the wagon. This is dangerous, Cyrus. We don't really know who these people are. Heck, I'm not even sure who you all are!" He exclaimed and the room fell silent. He sighed and said, "But if there's no other way to get into that city without being killed by a tribe, then I don't have much choice."
 
Helier looked at the man who had just poked. From his very tone, Helier assumed for a moment that the man had simply poked him was about ready to grab him by his throat, make a fist and threaten to beat him silly until he spilled all the beans. "You must have misinterpreted what I said, sir," Helier said adjusting his glasses. "A spirit whom I mistook for a man writhing in pain, left a bread crumb tail to this town." "As for the friend part, a very close friend told me about someone or something by the name of Zazzum, and I was wondering if anyone here in this town knew anything about it." Helier then said with modesty, taking off his glasses and putting them in his pocket, laughing slightly at Grimm's comment, "Tis true. I am a stranger to you and everyone else here as much as everyone here is a stranger to me. Still, I am willing to accompany you all rather than taking my chances with any of the tribes."Helier looked at the carriage, and thought for a moment, and he said, "Come to think of it, I did pass by a another cart not too far from this town when I arrived. It wasn't this one, but we could use it to carry all of us."
 
"Helier..welcome a little late but hey we will fill you in on mostly everything that has happened." Cyrus spoke adjusting his hat as it looked as if it was about to fall when Grimm swooped by him facing the doc. Cyrus nearly stared in silence as the two spoke on how Heliers story was a bit...off. Though Cyrus already had a clue that his story was not all the way true..nor did he care either all he was really concerned about was Zazzum..and these people's loyalty. After Grimm responded to Cyrus's suggestion he smirked and boldly spoke "Of course we are all strangers..I understand you do not know me and you also do not know what I am capable of...same with me and all of you guys I do not know any of you." He said speaking generally to everyone "But..were all after the same goal here and that is Zazzum..and now surprisingly we have someplace to start on our search. Now I am not quite sure but somehow we were all told to meet here and I believe we were all here to stay together and work together..as I see it you kinda haft to trust me..as I already do." He said exhaling quietly.
 
"Of course we are all strangers..I understand you do not know me and you also do not know what I am capable of...same with me and all of you guys I do not know any of you." "But..were all after the same goal here and that is Zazzum..and now surprisingly we have someplace to start on our search. Now I am not quite sure but somehow we were all told to meet here and I believe we were all here to stay together and work together..as I see it you kinda haft to trust me..as I already do."


Those words made Helier rather looked at Cyrus. He had a point. Despite the fact that nobody out everyone here in this Burger King joint did not know anything about anyone, but that did mean they could work together as they are after the same goal. "Well Cyrus. You're absolutely right. We're not going to get anywhere if we want to find Zazzum if we stay here any longer," he said.
 
Throughout the conversation the rain had seemed to falter its spirits and found another target somewhere far away. It left a trail of dim and gray skies, faint and cold winds that seemed to bite at Grimm's bare skin; a feeling of silent calmness. He looked at all of them and sighed. "You're right, both o' you," He cast his glances at Cyrus and Helier. "It seems we--I need to trust everyone here and I don't have a choice, but the spirits have called me and I must obey it."


He turned around to look at everyone else. "We need to go, now. The rain has stopped and it's only a matter of time before the Xalum tribe members check us out and question our presence here." He announced and looked back at Cyrus and Helier. "Cyrus, maybe we can let the women ride on your wagon until we find the other that Helier here told us. We must be careful, though, people aren't exactly welcoming nowadays." He said and paused, thinking how funny it was the his Grandmother once told him that people welcomed people from different places and share them their resources and amusement; now, you can't even pass through a tribe without being cast by shady looks and whispers.


He started to march out of the broken eatery and out into the streets. The dampness seeped into Grimm's skin making him shiver faintly. "Winter's almost here," He muttered. Grimm looked up, peering through dim light of the gray skies and looking at the dark and broken windows of crumbling and lifeless buildings. Faces here and there appeared and disappeared, but none had gone out yet and approach them. He turned around to look at his group. "C'mon, let's go."
 
Helier followed Cyrus out of the eatery and out into the streets. He could feel the damp feeling of the rain seep into his skin. It made him twitch a little bit. He looked around and thought, "It truly is a real shame, isn't it?This world was so lively and had some beauty all over." He sighed and then continued, "And now...now this world is completely dead. Everything and everyone is afraid, so scared by this destruction." "It is true after all, as you said, Master. Nothing gold can stay." Helier took one last look at the town, and said, "I'm with you on that. Let's hit the road!"
 
Cyrus nodded agreeing with Grimm and proceeding to walk out as he adjusted his hat expecting the rain but had was happy to see that it had finally stopped. As they walked he took note from the faces he had saw from a distance, he did not think much of it he just figured it may had been scavengers looking to find something of value..maybe food...or shelter, either or they did not seem to bother us and that was best. Cyrus overheard Helier's comment toward how the world is it is true that it was bad but Cyrus did not agree all the way. "I cant say I believe that doc as you said nothing gold can stay but truthfully I believe the gold is still here...just broken down and dirty. It just needs to be fixed up and drawn back into the right direction.." He spoke as he turned into the alleyway where his wagon was at, still wet but not soaked. He hopped up on it waiting on the rest to gather.
 
"Maybe so, Cyrus. Maybe so," Helier said, his smile creaking on his face again. He noticed the rain has finally stopped as he followed Cyrus to his wagon and hopped in, making himself comfortable, and then he continued, "Maybe there is some gold, and everyone's scared to go and replace it, or everyone is willing to replace it, but alas do not know how to go about doing so. But I digress." Despite the fact that the world look a might less bright, all hope is simply lost in plain sight. Yes, that was a wonderful way of looking at it. At least, Helier thought it was. He waited for everyone to board the wagon as he opened up his huge backpack to see if he all of his inventory was intact. "Well it seems everything survived and is still good," Helier muttered, relieved he had a well-kept stock. He pulled out one wide jar that had a note on it that said, "Hey Helier. The world looks a might less bright, but who says we have to lay around and sob our hearts out? And so, I made you "you know what" and put it in this jar. Remember, live every day as if it isn't your last day on this earth. A gift to a great friend and the son I never I had, Rithel Elstitch."
 
Grimm groaned as he watched Helier climb up on the wagon and made himself as comfortable as a baby sleeping in a crib. He marched towards him and looked at him. "Well?" He retorted. When he didn't reply he grabbed the back of Helier's clothes with a hand and took him off the wagon. "Let the ladies ride it, moron." He snapped.


Grimm wasn't understanding much about their gold talk, but he knew that before the End came, gold was worth a fortune. It isn't now. "Hey, girls!" He shouted, his voice echoing throughout the empty street. "Let's go!"


He leaned on the side of the wagon, waiting for them to come out, when he saw Helier pull out something. It looked suspicious and no less strange. "What's that?" He reached for it, hoping to grab it from the owner's hands.
 
"Don't touch that," Helier snapped, stepping back two steps. "It's a dangerous toxin that wraps the victim in delusions along with internal bleeding!" Helier came up with that just in time. It was not a toxin, but Helier placed an illusion on the jar. Anyone who untied the ropes holding the seals would be trapped in a illusion in which they would be lost in a dungeon of Helier's mental design. Helier was not aware of what anyone would see, and he did not want to give these folks a reason not to trust him right off the bat. "I'll go on ahead and find that other wagon," Helier said before rushing off as if he was fleeing for his life.


He ran until he was outside of the town and back at the stump where the spirit's bread crumb trail ended. "Damn. Cat almost got out of the bag. If he had taken it out of my hands,my cover would have been blown, and that would mean spending Winter alone and finding a corpse to talk to." Helier muttered angrily, but relieved that a disaster was avoided. He looked around following the bread crumb trail until he came across that was still intact, but missing a wheel on the left. "Well I can't take it like this. I need to find that other wheel," Helier said, already looking around the wagon. He went inside but did not find it in there, but he put his backpack and his special jar in there. "At least now, I don't have to worry about carrying them for a while," Helier said joyfully and stretching his arms and his back, like a giant burden was taken right off of his shoulders. He looked underneath the wagon and found the wheel. Jumping for joy, he took and wheel and tried to put back in place, stuggling somewhat. He then grabbed the tongue of the wagon and began to make his back for Xallum. "Too bad I didn't have a horse. Otherwise, the trip would have been somewhat easier," Helier said, surprised at how he even managed to make it to Xallum on foot.
 
((OCC:So sorry haven't been replying, internet has been acting up also sorry that this catch up post isn't as detailed and good also if this double post sorry again internet is acting weird. TT^TT.))


Persephone was delighted that 'most' people were happy with her crow Shadow though the muscular man that she had just met wasn't as satisfied since he said that it was a waste of food Persephone then slightly smiled when one of the members of the group said that birds have to eat also because that was what she was exactly thinking, Persephone actually just wanted to stick her tongue out at the man but that would have been to childish.


Persephone was surprised to see another female walk into the cafe she was even more surprised from the flash that came from the mirror that nearly paralyzed her and her crow who was perched back onto her shoulder she then placed her head back over her head sounding out the voices, Persephone wasn't a fan of bright flashes she was the type of person to stay in the shadows.


Persephone then saw that they started to walk out of the cafe to begin the search for Zazzum she then jumped down from the rusted pipe to join them. When she walked out of the eatery she was happy to see that the heavy rain had stopped though it did leave the ground damp and there were little pools inside of the holes that was in the ground, Persephone followed Cyrus then she quicken her pace at the sound of Graws voice telling all the ladies to hurry up "I guess he is not the patient type." Persephone whispered to her bird, the crow then cawed with agreement which made Persephone smile and laugh quietly to herself.
 
"What do you mean it's a toxin?" He retorted impatiently. "You're going to kill everyone with that!" He added angrily.


Grimm watched Helier walked away from the group to look for the the other wagon. "He's really strange, don't you think?" He asked as he walked beside Cyrus, who was readying the horses. "He's got a lot of secrets and I don't like it."


Grimm turned around, pondering about Helier and his strange actions, and saw the witch, Persephone, march outside of the eatery. "Well it's about time," He mumbled and placed his crossed arm on his chest. He eyed the crow on her shoulder with doubt as Persephone neared the wagon.


"I guess he is not the patient type."


Grimm's jaw clenched. "I heard that you little prick," He growled as he stepped aside to let Persephone climb up the wagon. When she was comfortably on it Grimm lean towards her and said, "You better watch your mouth, Bysa likes ripping other living things' jaws off their heads." He hissed and turned away.
 
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