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[Tay Thormear]

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The three sat around the crackling fire. Staring deep into the flickering red flames, their silhouettes danced against the cave walls. Their thoughts traveled off somewhere else. To Beowulf and Gerosh, it felt as if they had been in limbo for years, but they’ve only been there a few weeks.

They wandered day and night, fighting creatures, and learning new things. Limbo wasn’t half as bad as someone would think it to be, there was much to do. They were quite lonely however, striking down each “thing” they met. Except for one, one was a person.

Chain’s, they called him, was put to death for the crimes of committing a wide line of mass murders. Chain’s draped down from his body, they were locked around his neck, legs and waist. The three had easily bonded, for they had much in common, killing nearly everything they met. It was impressive the skill that Chain’s possessed, he was able to move quickly even with the weight of the chains.

The silence was abruptly broken, a voice echoed in the cave.

“Beowulf Thormear! I call you from your slumber! Send your spirit to me!” They looked around incredulously.

Beowulf was slightly shocked; he looked around at the cave as it began to fade from his eyes. His body shriveled up in front of the two others, and than he disappeared. Chain’s and Gerosh looked to each other in awe, confused, they looked back to the fire and sat in silence once again.

Clouds of dust fluttered around, swirling into an ethereal form, a form that looked like Beowulf. He looked around the room, it was hard to tell where he was everything was so blurry. He heard something like a smirk from across the room; he turned slowly looking towards a face he despised.

Ultima stood firmly across the room, gripping his scythe tightly he starred at the withering body of Beowulf. He told him the ritual would only last about ten minutes, and began his questions and comments. The two exchanged a conversation that worried Beowulf, as much as it angered him.

Ultima told Beowulf the problems. Darrien was up to his dirty tricks once again, threatening to hurt Tatiana. He told him that she was not staying in Dark Cove like Beowulf had planned on, and that the Dark Order hadn’t been seen anywhere around her. She had to stay at Poets to be safe.

The conversation varied back and forth for ten minutes. By the end of it Beowulf was steaming, nothing he planned for Tatiana or the others was working out as he planned. His child was unsafe, even in the tavern of Poet; The Skull was bound to brake through.

“She wants to know why you did it.” Ultima told Beowulf.

“Its all in the letter I left her. I did it for her safety, I was under the impression my alternate ego was trying to take over my body.” He replied.

They finished talking, and Ultima asked.

“Before I send you away, is there anything you’d like to tell anybody?”

Beowulf began to reply, stating “No,” but Ultima cut in.

“Not even for your dear Tatiana?” he smirked

“Tell her I’ll see her soon.” Beowulf snarled.

Ultima smirked and waved his hand. Beowulf’s dusty form swirled around, disappearing from sight.

“A waste of my time.” Ultima spoke quietly.




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Beowulf returned to the fire, sitting uncomfortably with the other two.

“What was that about?” Gerosh asked curiously.

“I have to get back.” Beowulf replied, he seemed to be out of breath from the switch back and forth.

“There’s no way that’s possible.” Gerosh muttered.

Chain's finally looked up from the fire. His deep blue eyes stared across to the other two. He spoke in a deep voice, dragging his words. "There may be a way..."