Chapter III. Written Undine Day, 200 BM.

                                                            A road to Heaven, a path to Hell

Paths of Heart

The road to Domina from Necro's home was quite short. Under normal circumstances, it never took more than six hours to reach there. However, these were not normal circumstances, not when there are two energetic, bouncing twins with you.

Necro and the company had already been on the highway for more than two days and had sill not yet reached the entrance to Domina. More than half the tine, the twins would annoy the hell out of some creature they find, and run away for Necro to deal with. Occasionally, they would also fall down the cliff, spending several hours before attempting to climb back up again. At last, Necro collapsed at the welcoming sign at the entrance of Domina. 

            The town of Domina was founded a century ago, during the reconstruction of the last Faery War. The townspeople all knew each other, for the town was small. But they had treasured the town never less. As time went on, the town grew and sprouted into a marketplace for merchants, and became famous throughout the world of Fa'Diel. At the entrance was a greeting created by the founder of Domina so many years ago. It was also the same sign that Necro collapsed under. However, it was not exhaustion that overcame him. Rather, it was merely a frying pan. A frying pan that was also the weapon of one such as Bud. Instinctually, Bud stopped twirling it and ran towards the direction of St. Mana Church before he gets tossed down a hole. Still seeing circling rabites in his head, Necro finally manages to regain conscious and with the help of Lisa, stagger up and walked towards the eastern end of Domina, of where the Church lies. Only then does he notice how silent the town was. There was no laughing, or talking, or even the usual sounds of the wind. In fact, there are no people. "How strange", he thought.

            By the time Necro and Lisa arrived at the St.Mana Church, an entire gathering of nearly all that had fought alongside Necro was there. Not to mention two disobedient pets as well. As usual, Necro was tackled by the little furball he had, followed by a usual lick in the face. The gathering, seeing as he arrived helped him up and explained the situation. The normal quiet sensation of the room clouded into what appears to be a nightmare.

            The beast – warrior, Larc began the story. "Welcome, Necro. We are humbly sorry to disturb you, but there appears to be a crisis in which we must deal with."

            Necro shrugged.

            "As you may have noticed while you arrived, the town is completely empty. There were no traces of anyone. Everyone just disappeared."