Day 103
They exchange their memories.
The strange marching sound the mechanical snake soldiers make as they march across the golden hallways.
The long heavy weapons carried be these soldiers, the sound they make when the activate, the light they give off before they fire. The light which is their firing.
Hiding.
Teamwork. The four of them. Their friend, glasses, so wise, diplomatic, and kind. Another friend, strong, warrior, and brave. And she and him.