Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28530195-20160812021946/@comment-26517142-20160820052021

(I'll make the last word here...)

Charon holds her breath. "I hope we won't get into trouble." Her hands curl in anxiety and fear.

As the wary group moves on...... eyes watch from a distance.

"Now?

"NOW?"

"No. We wait. THEN. We claim it."

Nathan stands at the peak of Mt. Mysto, his hands awash in KI and reverse DE. The Dorothies stand at ease. "Jeiel's merely a distraction.. from our goal. THE Tree will .. perish. And so will the Mireur.."

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As the memory fades out..... the face of Ma Makura comes close and gently touches Cire Hominac's face. Immediately, he feels as if... he had longed for the feeling in a long millenia.

...that he didn't want to leave.

"You can't deny it, SON. You were born here. Raised here. Thrived here. DIED here. This.....

....... is your home."

END of Pt. 1

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(To be continued!)