The golden city wasn't exactly a new sight to Kankri. He'd seen it before in his vision as well as having woken up here before. That's how he'd known about his descendant and how he would play the same game he had played in the alternate life he still couldn't quite make sense of. This was different though, he was sure he had died, he didn't know how he couldn't have. He should be wherever the dead go, unless... he could remember some visions where one of the members of the group died, and another member kissed them and just like that they woke up on one of the moons. What was this one called? Prospit? Yes that was it. The kiss thing certainly was one theory, but who would've kissed him? Did Meulin kiss him? How could she have known? Did she even know?

There were too many questions that he felt might never be answered. He didn't have time to dwell on them, he needed to figure out a way back to Alternia.

Setting his sights on one of the other towers, he moved quickly through the gold lined streets. It was very different to wake up here as himself, rather than in his visions. He swore that in the visions he would wake up at the top of the towers, while waking up for real he was at the base. He hoped his visions where there were others in the towers was still the same.

He peeked into the window of the first one he came to. Inside a large male troll was sleeping in the middle of the floor. Kankri guessed he was probably a purple blood and looking at his horns… is that… is that The Grand Highblood?

Kankri scooted away from the window.

Trying again, he went to the next tower, with much better results. There in the middle of the floor was a sleeping Latula. She could help him, if only there was a way to wake her up.

"Excuse me." Kankri stopped a Prospitian walking by carrying a bowl of water. "Do you mind if I borrow that?"

The Prospitian gave him a funny look but relinquished the water. Kankri took it and slipped into the tower.

"What the-!?" Latula shrieked as he dumped the water on her.

"Latula!"

"Kankri?" She squinted as if her eyes were playing tricks on her. "But you're- how?"

"I… I don't really know to be completely honest." He replied.

"Where are we?" She stood up and wrung out her hair, taking in the new surroundings.

"I think it's called Prospit." He answered.

"You think?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

He simply nodded.

"Well, how did we get here?" She asked. "I was just in my office! Did I just poof out of it?"

"I believe you would be asleep in your office." Kankri offered.

"So this is a dream?" She continued questioning.

"Well… yes- er no." He racked his brains trying to think of a way to explain the little he knew. "I don't really know what it is well enough to explain it."

"Well, can I go back? I was looking for Meulin." Kankri perked up at the mention of Meulin.

"Meulin?" She was supposed to have died along with him. "Is she okay?"

"I think so." Latula threw her wet hair over her shoulder. "The E%ecutioner let her go." She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. "She ran off and now I'm trying to find her. Maybe we can still do some good together."

"I… I think I just saw her in the clouds actually." He said.

"The what now?" She asked, annoyance colored her tone making it obvious she was getting tired of having to ask so many questions.

"Again, I don't know well enough to explain it!" It was starting to get frustrating that he couldn't think of anyway to explain things. "But I think I know where she is."

"You're going to tell me right?" Latula stood up straight.

"Of course I will." He replied.

Kankri's directions were perfect, they lead Latula right to the kitty cat in question in less than a day. Latula slipped into the cave carefully, she wasn't sure what mental state Meulin would be in. She was sure to be grieving and quite possibly on high alert. Latula didn't want to spook her or cause her more pain in any way.

The first thing she noticed upon making it inside was the magnificent paintings on the walls, depicting high and lowbloods alike getting along. It took a moment for her to tear herself away from the paintings to find Meulin.

"Meulin?" She said gently.

"Latula?" Meulin jumped and turn towards her. She was covered in paint and obviously hadn't been taking care of herself the past couple of days.

"It looks like you've been busy here…" Latula gestured to the walls unsure of where else to start.

"Yeah, kinda…" She spoke quietly. Being all alone in her mourning had not served her well.

"Are these from Kankri's speeches?" Latula continued trying to get her to talk to her.

"From what I remember yes." She perked up a little, looking a bit proud of herself. "They burned all of my books."

"Wow, That's really…" Latula thought for a moment thinking of the right word. "Impressive."

"I just don't want any of what happened to have been in vain." She got a fiery look in her eyes. She was a mighty huntress, no one destroyed everything the mighty huntress had worked for and got away with it.

"Yeah…" Latula looked down. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you guys."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault." Her voice grew quiet again. "To be completely honest I don't think there was much you could have done anyway."

"They told me the wrong time." She continued anyway. "I was so stupid to think they actually wouldn't get suspicious of me." Meulin didn't say anything. "But… maybe we can still do some good, Meu!"

"What do you mean?" She seemed to perk up again.

"We can still fight! Just because Kankri is dead doesn't mean the fight is!" Latula grinned at her.

"You're right." Meulin grinned right back at her.

"Hellz yeah I'm right, girl!" She replied.

"Can I ask you a question first though, Latula?" Meulin frowned slightly.

"Shoot."

"How did you find me?" She seemed concerned, rightfully so too, had someone other than Latula found her they might have killed her or turned her into the authorities.

"Well…" She rubbed the back of her head. She wasn't quite sure what to tell her, she still didn't know what exactly that dream was and the last thing she wanted to do was to give her a false hope. "It's hard to explain."

Meulin tilted her head at her. She could obviously tell something was up, but she must have decided not to question her.

"Here how about we talk about this more tomorrow?" Latula changed the subject. "I need to find a place to sleep."

"You're welcome to stay here." Meulin offered.

"No offense, Meu." She shook her head. "But I can't do the sleeping in caves thing like you guys do- er did…"

"Well, I think there's an inn in the town nearby." Meulin chuckled. "But I'll have to stay here, I don't think I should risk going out into town yet. The high-bloods are probably still on high alert looking for me."

"You're probably right." Latula yawned. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Sleep tight!" Meulin waved to her as she left the cave.

Latula stepped out of the inn and ran her fingers through her hair. The sun had just sunk below the horizon and she figured now was as good a time as any to get back to the cave. There were murmurs coming from the few trolls already awake. They seemed to be crowded around something. Latula's curiosity got the better of her and she moved closer to the wall they were all staring at.

She couldn't keep herself from gasping upon seeing the wall. Words were gratified all over it in a bright red. They recounted one of the Kankri's speeches. Whoever did this was incredibly brave, if anyone was caught writing anything about The Signless even in personal journals they could be culled on the spot, let alone if they were caught grafiting it in a public place where many could see it.

Latula slowly started heading back for the cave, but something told her Meulin wasn't going to be there.

Kankri wandered through the Prospitian streets. He needed to find a way back to Alternia, he wasn't sure where he would find one but he just knew there had to be a way. As he passed one of the towers he peeked inside. He recognized the snoozing Mustard blood in an instant. He smiled at his friend, if only there was a way to wake him up. Unlike with Latula, there were no convenient Prospitians with water walking by.

He found a rock on the ground and picked it up, hopefully he wouldn't hit him too hard.

"OW!" Mituna yelped as the rock unfortunately hit him a lot harder than he had wanted it to. "What the hell?" Mituna looked up at him and blinked a few times. "Kankri?"

"Mituna!" Kankri smiled.

"Ith thith a dream?" Mituna said quickly. "You're dead! There'th no other explanation!"

"Look, trust me I know how weird this is." Kankri spoke calmly hoping to relieve his confusion. "I can't really tell you much besides the fact that we are on a place called Prospit right now, and that I need your help to get back to Alternia."

"Okay… so this isn't a dream?" His lisp seemed to become less obvious as he calmed down.

"Like I said, I can't really explain it right now." His visions never made much sense to him anyway and it almost seemed to have gotten worse since it became his reality.

"Well, where is this place in relation to Alternia?" Mituna asked.

"I don't know…" He replied.

"Yes, very helpful." Kankri just knew if Mituna had had pupils he would have been rolling them.

"Come on, I'm sure if we looked around we'd find something." Kankri sighed.

"I don't know…" Mituna looked around. "I guess so maybe, it's got to be better than going back to that helmsman job."

"Right." Kankri gestured towards the streets. "We should get going there's a lot of ground to cover."

Meulin felt bad about leaving without saying anything to Latula. Hopefully she wasn't too mad at her. She hadn't planned on leaving in the middle of the day like that, but Latula gave her an idea and it just wouldn't let her sleep. They might not have wanted to listen, but she was going to force them to.

So, she decided to make herself more anonymous so she wouldn't be recognized. She wasn't going to wear her sign or her blood color, both things that could be used to identify her. She took Kankri's pants and made a few alterations so they'd fit her. She was so short she ended up just ripping out the legs and making it into a tunic. She then tied a couple of red ribbons around her wrists, the followers had been using red ribbons for a while to identify each other, they stopped doing it so much due to wearing red things becoming a fashion trend among higher-bloods without them really knowing where it came from. After huddling under one of her animal pelts she was good to go, it was going to be bright but as long as she stayed covered and didn't look into the sun she knew she'd be okay.

After the sun set she heard murmurs from her hiding spot about some of the followers meeting in an underground crypt. She tracked down the meeting place and made her way silently down the cold steps. She was going to make sure they didn't lose their hope.