"Here we go…I found the book." Clive placed the heavy book upon the table in the kitchen. He looked to the other four Drifters around him who had been waiting patiently. "As you all are aware, that place we were at was the Grave of Hawthorne. I'm sure that none of you are aware of who he is, but I was lucky enough to find the so-called legend about him." He boasted. He caught their glares. He had talked too much, and said so little again. "Er…anyway, I find this legend of interest considering the fact that it is related to the story I found regarding the Twilight Elements from Roykman."
"The Twilight Elements? What did…this man have to do with those things?" Jet bent his brow in confusion, but so did everyone else.
"That's what I was about to explain." Clive points out with a breath. "Hawthorne was the man who created the Twilight Elements long ago."
"A man created those things?" Virginia nearly choked.
Clive nods. "Not just any man. An elemental I believe. Whatever the case he was not considered human in the legend. He could have been a demon as well. There are some links that suggest that even the elementals were born from demon and human mating. Humanoid demons that is, or possibly it could suggest Hawthorn is one of the original natives and aborigine of this planet." Clive dictated with a boring tone.
"There has to be more to this…right?" Gallows yawns. "I mean…legends are no fun if that's all there is to them."
Clive nods again. Placing his hand to his chin. "When the planet's life was fleeting in the beginning Hawthorne created the Twilight Elements to help save humankind."
"Those gems? How can they save us?"
"Not the gems. What they stand for. We've already met three of them. Each one has an emotion related to it. It could be possible that is the true purpose in some way. We still won't know until we have Twilight Lone and see what that Generator Eon is." Clive flips the book to a page and reads it over quickly. "He asked of only one thing in return for this 'hope' he offered. A certain woman. But…that woman was already in love with another man, and while it was agreed that Hawthorne would get his woman, the man and woman tricked him and gave another. When he recognized the truth he denied humans of his creations. He deemed the race not worthy of his creations. After that Hawthorne seems to die along with the end of his legend."
"So…is there anything more?" Emilia wonders. She had picked up on how Clive works roughly, and she knew he was still with more information.
"Yes, there is." He replies with a smirk. "When he created everything he had equipped to himself a gauntlet. There isn't much known about that. Even less than there is known of the Elements. Still, it would seem significant nevertheless. That is all we know about Hawthorne as of now." Clive ends his report.
"Right. So we should go into Luck's Best for now to refuel and gather up some food for us." Virginia concluded. Everyone aside from Jet nodded. "Jet…is there something wrong?"
"Huh?" His hand traced the bulge of the key in his pocket. "Of course there is!" He snapped. "We didn't get anything from that Grave place. A steady income is always best for us, and when you're sort of wanted like we are you have to pick up that cash through treasure hunting and stuff."
They stared at him briefly. "Anyway…Let's get going, shall we?"