Kevin walked around the barren beach, searching for a way out. How was he meant to get this message across? And what would happen to him when he did? There was no use speculating on that. He had to set about this properly...
He kicked a stone. Instead of rolling away like any good stone should, it squelched inwards. Kevin took a closer look. Just visible was a tiny red button. He pressed it. Suddenly, all the handles on the clocks around him began spinning, the clocks seemed to straighten out while still remaining melted and flopped over. Kevin stared around himself in bewilderment as he was suddenly picked up by a gust and thrown high in the air. Screamong silently, he watched the strange land become a distant pinprick below him and slowly get bigger. Only, it wasn't the land of melted clocks, but the shattered remains of the guild.
He landed heavily but seemingly without hurting himself. He shook his head and cast his eyes about himself in bewilderment. There, not five feet from where he was standing, were the master and... Fabien? The master always avoided the students, what was happening?
He walked swiftly towards them and then through them. He turned in amazement just in time to see the master put a plank over... his body? Ah. The truth dawned on him.
Now that he was dead, everything seemed so much simpler, so much clearer. He knew what he had to do. He bent down to the plank and pulled his hand from under. Somehow, he didn't pass through it. He shoved the note in it and pushed it back under.
He kicked a stone. Instead of rolling away like any good stone should, it squelched inwards. Kevin took a closer look. Just visible was a tiny red button. He pressed it. Suddenly, all the handles on the clocks around him began spinning, the clocks seemed to straighten out while still remaining melted and flopped over. Kevin stared around himself in bewilderment as he was suddenly picked up by a gust and thrown high in the air. Screamong silently, he watched the strange land become a distant pinprick below him and slowly get bigger. Only, it wasn't the land of melted clocks, but the shattered remains of the guild.
He landed heavily but seemingly without hurting himself. He shook his head and cast his eyes about himself in bewilderment. There, not five feet from where he was standing, were the master and... Fabien? The master always avoided the students, what was happening?
He walked swiftly towards them and then through them. He turned in amazement just in time to see the master put a plank over... his body? Ah. The truth dawned on him.
Now that he was dead, everything seemed so much simpler, so much clearer. He knew what he had to do. He bent down to the plank and pulled his hand from under. Somehow, he didn't pass through it. He shoved the note in it and pushed it back under.