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Note: The end of chapter 2 has changed..go read it to see what i mean 3

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"What do you suppose it says?" Demix said, displaying his crown rather proudly atop his head.

Kelta turned her head to look at him, grimacing as she saw her reflection through the polished crown, and questioned it's welling being. Depsite its well kept stature, it possessed a chaotic aura that Kelta just couldn't trust, and it took a lot out of her to finally respond. "Well, I can read it."

"Go for it."

Hmm…These markings are a bit odd…Wait a moment…this isn't the ancient language! This Faekinlin! No wonder it looks odd! I havn't seen this since my mom died! "Well… It seems to be in common tongue, so let me have at it. 'Bring upon the unholy darkness, and wish to grant it of an undying greatness, filling the viewer with hope and ever lasting fear." She clenched her fist, raising her voice steadly, as all emotion drained from her face and words. " 'I call upon the souls of shrouded time, and distance, into a grasping slope, to take hold the mind of I to desperse my unbreakable tear." From here she begun to yell the words. "Down the souls of all that great around those who's life they've stole, bring back life to those who wronged me, and desperse the body from the soul, brinteth by my command and let be." She yelled her final words into the air, before letting a sort of purple smog escape her lips.

What the hell…? Vihre mentally stated, watching his friend cackle, and spew out a bit of purple smog.

Very good child. You have done well, she told herself, but she had no idea why. She didn't let herself think about it for too long, for in a single moment she had been thrust to the ground, choaking profusely on something, and hacking out a ritch puple sludge from her lungs. He..help me. She said silently, not able to force her lips to break out any words. Damnit…humans… psy already…tha…She was cut off suddenly when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her torso, before whackinga fist up what felt like her ribcage. Although what it really was, was Vihre trying to shove the stuff out of her lungs.

"Looks like she was poisoned," she heard Demix's voice come, but could see nothing. After a few moments her vision cleared up, and she could see Demix performing a de-toxificiation chant upon her. "Better now?" his voice seemed to possess certain concern.

"Ye-Yeah…" she felt herself fall to the ground again, heaving the crisp and clean air in through her lungs.

"Who the hell could of poisoned her?" Vihre practically screamed, his own voice was laced with panic that Kelta had never seen in him.

What is he so worried about?

"Calm down man," Demix said, placing an arm on the monk's shoulder.

"Here, drink this," Dominique said, handing Kelta a slimy green potion. She had abandoned whatever she was doing before, to sit at Kelta's side. Domino, on the other hand, was sitting rather secluded back at the tomb. He didn't want anything to do with Kelta.

Oh boy, green sludge, I'd rather take my chances with the poison… she smiled, and choked down the vial's contents. Surprisingly, it held a rather delicate sweetness to it, reminding her a good deal of sweet green apples. "Thanks…"

"Don't worry about it, hon," Dominique smiled back at her friend, and hugged her tightly.

Kelta blushed profusely as she felt Dominiques only partially clothed chest rub against her. "Uh..um…" she laughed nervously.

"Good…your feeling better, do you have any idea what might of done this this?" Vihre said, looking rather flushed, and angry.

"No clue…"

"It had to of been the spell, tell me, do you feel anything else? Any sort of obscure presence?"

"N..no" she lied. The truth was, ever since she spoke the spell, she felt something over coming her, it was so exhilarating she couldn't STOP speaking the spell, even though she knew exactly what spell she was speaking.

"Of course it was the fucking spell!" Domino said at last, his anger getting the best of him. He seemed to stumble over overturned stones, and mislaid gravel to get over to them, because he kept falling down. Either that, or he was really bad at walking. "Just look at her face! The way her hands are shaking! Look into her eyes for goddess' sake." As he mentioned this, both Dominique and Vihre glanced over to her eyes, and a gasp was heard from Dominique.

"The…they're silver…"

"Necromancy…Kelta, you preformed necromancy," Vihre remarked almost breathlessly, he seemed to be morein awe then worried, however.

"No, not Necromancy," Domino rolled his eyes why are humans always so close minded? "It was Necrointhae, which supposedly summons a cursed soul. I'm surprised the druids displayed that spell so openly on his casket…and in a launguage they shouldn't of eeven known," he moved over to the casket, and climbed up onto the lid, looking deep into the crevaces that marked the words. "Now that's odd…"

"What is?" Kelta said, speaking before anyone else did. But that wasn't much of a surprise, considering she was the one who had to take the hit of casting the spell in the first place.

"This is a possession curse, see how these letterings bore gold flakes?" he scratched his claw into one of the lettering, and when he brough tit back out, it was stained with gold. "It's what the druids used to mark possession spells. Damnit…Kelta you might be possessed."

She blinked, I don't feel possessed…or do I? No I can't be. "I can't be," she repeated aloud, "even if I were, why would the druids create a spell displayed out in the open that would possess the caster?"

"No, I suppose not. No, no, your right." He proceeded to mumble, "I'm rusty at this sort of thing anyways," from here he brought his voice back up, and was back to yelling. "Dominique! Let her go! She doesn't need you to cling to her to feel better! Hell, she's probably gasping for air the way you have your arms around her!" he seemed rather flushed as he spoke, but it seemed to be from embarrassment, rather then anger.

Dominique, on the other hand, seemed ready to cry when she heard Domino's words, and immediately let go of Kelta, "yeah..fine…" she turned her head off to one direction, and refused to say anything more, despite Kelta's pestering.

The day was passing rather slowly, and although they had been in the tomb for well over an hour, nobody had come to claim the rest of the treasure. The group had already taken their fair share of what they really wanted, but the casket was still rather full of gold zeny coins (marked up at around 1 million zeny each!), and the occasional crown and tiara.

Demix was put in charge of guarding the corpse of Osiris, to make sure that Kelta hadn't actually resurrected him with her spell, and was busy sharpening his Katar on the casket box he sat upon. Although he was occupied with tending to his katar, he couldn't help but listen in on Dominique and Domino, who were arguing much like a married couple. He rolled his eyes and tried to drown it out, focusing his attention on his katar.

"Why can't you just let me do what I want? So what if I was hugging the girl! If she cared so much she would of said something…"

"She was just being polite Domi! I mean look at her! She's already got someone strong, and caring to care for her! She doesn't need you!"

She turned her head, and whipped away what looked like a tear coming from her charcoal lined eye. "Nobody needs me. What the fuck Domino! Why can't I be loved too!" her screaming captured the attention of both Demix, and the other two, and she hurried to dry her eyes. The tattoos on her eyelids were starting to burn her eyes, but they always did that when she was upset. She mentally cursed herself for having them tattooed in the first place.

"Dominique…don't say that…." His ears fell against his head, and he was frowning at her. I didn't want to hurt her, I just wanted her to stop hugging that girl! He clenched his fists, and looked away from her.

Although Dominique couldn't psy, she seemed to of read his mind, and placed her hands upon his cheeks and brought his head out so she could look at him better. "Crazy little goat, I love you." She smiled at him.

He blushed profusely at her smile, she's so pretty…Damnit I shouldn't think like that! He shook his head, and said the next thing that came to mind. "I'm sorry, Domi," Domino mumbled softly, putting his horned head into her lap. "I was just jealous, I guess," he shrugged.

"Yeah, I figured that," she smiled, picked him up, and hugged him tightly, rubbing his back gently. "You'll always be my favorite, don't worry." She laughed, as Demix tried not to throw up.

Meanwhile, Kelta and Vihre seemed much more interested in the wall Kelta had been at earlier. "This is weird… Kelta do you mind reading it again?"

"Again!" she shouted. "I've read it seventy billion times already damnit! How can you be so freaking mindless to forget it!"

"I just want to make sure I'm not missing anything damnit! Just read it for the love of Valkyrie!" he shouted back at her.

She mumbled something before she recited it. It sounded enough like a spell, but neither one of them could understand why nothing was happening in the process of speaking it.

"Something is definatly missing here."

"Well isn't that the obvious thing to say? Anyone with half a brain could figure that ou-wait a second. You're a human, you don't even USE HALF YOUR BRAIN!" she screamed as loud as she could at him.

He got up and smacked her across the face, not hard as he did before, but hard enough to make her shut up. "You don't need to scream at me, Kelta."

She glared at him, rubbing her cheek, and looking away with tears in her eyes. Why can't I just be nicer to him?

He sighed, as he put the hand he smacked her with on the wall, She isn't making this easy, he placed his forehead against the wall, and let another sigh escape his lips, before sucking in a good deal of what he lost. I've got it! "Kelta!"

"What…?" she mumbled, whipping the tears from her eyes with her already stained sleeve.

"Read that again, but this time…add 'let it be' to the end."

She blinked. OH! She was surprised she didn't figure it out sooner, and smacked her forehead for being so dumb. Considering she had been studying magic for over 200 years, she should of figured it out by now…but considering her lack of sleep was catching up with her, she couldn't complain about her own inner thoughts. Besides, she wanted to see that damn tablet! She recited the wall's words again, this time adding the words "inkai undei" to the final line, and was barely surprised to see a crack appear in the wall. The crack split in several directions as it bore deeper into the wall, splitting the wall into pieces, before finally exploding over the entire wall, causing it to crumble to the ground in a pile of dust.

"Wow…"

"Wow is right!" she laughed, running into the space where the wall used to be.

"Kelta wait!" Vihre said, grinning, before realizing something. "Hey you guys, stay here. Make sure –nobody- follows us. All right?" and with that he ran off.

Demix rolled his eyes, "I'll do what I want."

Dominique smiled, "Lets just do what they suggested, neither one of us should be meddling with anything to do with magic anyways." She continued to rub Domino's stomach.

Demix shrugged, "whatever."

"Kelta I said wait! Whoa…" his breath was knocked out of him suddenly, and looked on at a black marble stone that displayed a mirror image of him and her. Kelta's eyes were hung upon the stone, her lips stretched into a wide grin. "Y-You can read that right?" he looked closer at the stone. It wasn't in the ancient language that they seemed to be used to, but rather a system of loopy lettering that seemed more like squiggles to him. Behind the lettering images of earth, water, wind, and fire could be seen, along with humanish forms. Perhaps they were the elementals?

"Of course I can read it. But this isn't the ancient language. It's in a system of lettering only used by the Faella."

"Well say it already!"

She smiled, took a deep breath, and recited it word for word, "Destiny of the compass does meet at points, forever does it drown, grow, burn and blow. Like a whisper from a faraway light, and a call to a lonely night. These do bring satisfaction within."

"…And that means what?"

"It tells us where to go, to resurrect the elementals. Apparently we need to be in a certain spot to do it. Unfortunately, those places may be a bit hard to find…" she frowned.

"Why is that?"

"It talks about a compass that hasn't been used for centuries. It was done away with before my parents were even born. Before Ragnarok, even." She sighed. "Only mom has that compass today…And I really don't want to go back there," she sighed, scratching the back of her head.

"What? To your mom's grave or something?"

She mumbled, "or something." She looked over at where they had come, and gasped, before running outward. "…Fuck….Vihre! This wall wasn't here earlier was it?" she said in a panicky voice.

"Oh shit."

"Oh shit is right! We're trapped in here!" she clawed at the wall, before letting her body and frustration pull her downward. She sighed through her sobs. "We'll never get out of here…"

"Don't say that Kelta, Dominique and Demix probably already know what's going on…"

"That fucking wall can only be brought down by a spell you stupid idiot. We're trapped here –forever-! Nobody knows that language anymore damnit!" she pounded as hard as she could on the wall, "Why can't you fucking humans understand simple things!"

Vihre just looked down at his sobbing, hysterical friend for a moment, before grabbing the collar of her dress, and heaving her up. "Now look at me."

She shook her head, closing her eyes so she would be able to avoid his gaze. "No! I don't want to hear it !"

"I said look at me!" he slammed his fist into the wall behind her, and she jumped, letting her emerald green eyes look directly into his. "Now listen."

"It doesn't matter what you say! You're going to be wrong! You're a human! You just don't understand!"

He was still holding onto her collar when he drew back his hand and slapped her across the face as hard as he could, making sure that she wouldn't fall to the ground. He didn't want to hit her, not after last time, but she was talking stupid. "Kelta listen to me," he said quietly, and calmly, as she looked up at him with red eyes. "We'll be all right. They will not desert us. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal, sir." She said, whimpering through her words.

"And enough with the 'humans are stupid' bullshit. I'm sick of it, and it hurts. Okay?"

She gulped hard, "okay."

"Fine," he sighed, and drew his arms around, her hugging her close to him.

"What are we going to do until then?" she said after a long moment, pushing herself away from him, whipping her face, and rubbing her cheek a bit. That was the second time he hit her in that spot, and it would only get worse if he hit her again. She made a mental note not to piss him off again.

He shrugged.

She looked around the room. It was a pentagon shaped room with nothing on the regular stonewalls; the only thing in the room itself beside the two was the tablet. She wandered over to it, and sat near it. Vihre noticed this and sat beside her. "So, why do you want to resurrect the elementals?"

"I…I'm not going to talk about it," he said bluntly, before looking along the wall, as if staring out into the distance.

Kelta reaised her eyebrow, something is defiantly bothering him…But he won't tell me, she scowled, biting hard on her bottom lip, and glancing around the room herself-again. Maybe I should tell him my own story? To get him to loosen up a bit…Wait what the hell am I thinking? She raised her eyebrow, trying to figure out what she was trying to tell herself. Why in midguard would she want to give such distinct details about such a private life as hers to someone she'd just met? Then again…theres only really one thing interesting about me… she laughed a bit.

What the hell…something is seriously wrong with that girl, she's laughing about nothing. "Something funny?" he asked, noticing her sudden breakout of laughter.

"Nah…I just feel like laughing," she was grinning to herself.

"…Right then," he sighed, closing his eyes. In his mind a couple danced gracefully in the darkness of his brain. They were both very pale, and had very white hair, and clothes, almost like newly lain snow. Between their eyes hung a elongated silver horn ((think snow horn)) I'll see you soon, you two, he said silently, drifting off.

I wonder what he's thinking about, she said silently, smiling at him with a feeling of content. Suddenly she heard a mechanic sound coming from the man, and realized that he was snoring. She grimaced, ever since she could remember, she detested snoring to the point of sleeping outside! Mom snored like that, she said, grimacing, before frowning. A feeling of lonesome overswept her. I do sort of miss her…She sighed, and made her way to the wall, before placing a hand upon it. Why should I miss her though? She never wanted me to leave! She wanted me to stay in the temple…but why? She pounded her fist on the wall as hard as she could, which was surprising hard enough, because it made a loud noice that startled Vihre into waking. He didn't say anything though.

She was silent for a long while, before speaking up again. "How long do you suppose we've been in here?"

"Two hours, maybe three, why? Worried?"

"A bit," she sighed. I'm more worried about what will happen to me if I stay here for much longer… Mom would be able find me within the hour, I'd think. She turned to face Vihre, and noticed that he was staring right at her. But she soon realized it was the wall he was watching intently. He really think they're going to know what to do… That language is dead, not many people know it anymore, and I doubt any treasure hunter would know it…we've got to get out of here soon though! Something hit her, Oh I know… "How thick do you suppose these walls are?"

"Why? Are you thinking about trying to blow them up?" He read her mind. Quite scary, she noted.

"I really didn't want to, but I know of one spell that might help," she got up, and hovered her hands above the ground. "Earth Spike should quake these floors enough to split the wall. But I'm not sure if the wall itself is cursed against spells like that," she drew in a heavy breath, and begun to cast, but before she could finish, the wall cracked like it had before, and crumbled, leaving a bout of dust to hide the other side of the wall.

"Aha! Kelta you did it!" Vihre said enthusiastically, hugging her.

"Vihre! Stop it! I didn't do anything!"

"What? Then you mean…it collapsed on its own?"

Goddess, I hope so, she bit her lower lip, as she walked cautiously towards the door, but when the dust cleared enough to show shape, she screamed as loud as a four year old child, and ran around Vihre, hiding behind him. "HIDE ME!"

"Kelta! What do you have to say for yourself?" a woman's voice came from the dust, and it took a moment longer for the dust to clear before Vihre could make out her shape. She was a burly woman clad in a ruby red dress of a Scholar, her brown-blond hair was cut short so it only reached her shoulders, and her face was aged by time. She appeared to be in her thrities, but she was free of wrinkles, or any other age marks. In fact the only thing that made her look old was her half-moon glasses, motherly frown, and hands upon her hips. "well?" she said after a moment of silence, getting impatient.

"Its mom," she whispered behind Vihre, kneeling behind him, and hugging onto his leg. It was more obvious to see her lack of height, when even at a kneel, she was no higher then his hip.

"Kelta! Are you all right?" a familiar voice called from behind the older woman, and when Kelta peeked from behind Vihre's leg, she noticed it was Dominique. "Oh, good," she seemed to relax, smiling. Behind her leg was Domino, who was looking either very tired, or a bit annoyed.

"Domi," she frowned, grabbing onto Vihre's arm, and pulling herself up, and holding onto his pinky, as if he were her father. Before long, however, she realized something was missing. "Where did Demix get off to?"

"There's another one of you?" the woman said suddenly, looking at Dominique and Kelta in turn.

Her stern face scared Kelta so much she felt herself shaking. I don't want to go back to the temple of destiny!

"He wandered off, he mentioned something about not wanting to hang around a couple of weirdoes," she shrugged. "Who is this though? She didn't talk to us, she just stomped right past us, ignored our warnings, and opened the wall with the same spell you had cast. By the way… Both of us tried to cast the spell before, I have a perfect memory, so I wasn't missing anything...but neither one of us had the right effect…"

"Of course you wouldn't," the woman said calmly, looking over at Domi and Domino. To their surprise, she was rather calm and tranquil looking at them, not resembling anything like an angry mother as she did when she was looking at Kelta. "Only a Faella could have the effect to cast it. Now, Kelta. You owe me an explination." She looked back at the girl, crossing her arms, and staring her down.

What am I going to say to her? She bit her lip, hesitating for a long moment, what could she say after all? Even if she told her the truth, it wouldn't be enough to let her out of the house for another hundred years as it was!

She's an old woman, you can just as easily knock her over-or ask your burly friend over there to! Do it..DO IT NOW, a cackling voice told her from behind her head, she looked behind her and saw nothing, before scratching the area behind her ear.

I guess…Wait what the hell? She blinked, realizing just how crazy she was becoming from a lack of sleep.

Maybe I should just tell her, it would be nice to sleep for a while…She sighed "I just..Mom…I.." she couldn't seem to talk to her at all.

"She wanted to see the world for what it truly was," Vihre said after a while. If she isn't going to talk, then I'd might as well do it for her. She's my only hope at finding the elementals, and I'll be damned if I have to loose her like this.

He's reading my mind again, Kelta remarked, rather uneasily. I thought Humans couldn't psy anymore! This time she looked at the woman, as if searching for reassurance.

The human mind is a curious place, Kelta, it can bring great power, or great misery. Just look at him, a voice told her, beckoning her to look up at Vihre. He did seem a bit miserable in his own nature, something she hadn't noticed before. Something else she realized was that the voice wasn't the weird voice that had been haunting her only moments before, but rather the woman's voice.

You are human again, mom. She sighed, before shutting her eyes as tightly as she could, and visualized the four elementals teaming up and creating a sort of foce field around her thoughts. This shuld keep you out, she frowned deeply. If mom is trying to be a human, then it can be only one thing…she wants to use psy to control my thoughts, or at least bear her own into mine.

Damnit Kelta…The woman said, before sighing. "Just tell me why you left, there had to of been a deeper reason then 'adventure' our books can take you anywhere you want to go!"

"But that's just it mom! They're just books!"

"You know as well as I do, that they aren't just simply books. They are the destinies and futures of all these people!"

"..What?" Dominique said at once, butting into their conversation. "Theres no such THING as destiny, how the hell can you state that these 'books' show our destinies?"

Kelta frowned, she…she doesn't belive. Wha am I going to do now? She sighed, apparently wanting to take the girl to her home one day.

"Wait a moment…" Domino said, speaking for the first time in a while. The nature of a baphomet baby speaking was so unique, that everyone turned, including the woman. He was busy scratching his chin, however, to notice. "You live in the Temple of destiny, don't you," he said after a long, pause, looking up at Kelta.

She was about to answer, lie, but answer nonetheless, but the woman beat her to it, "KELTA! YOU TOLD THEM THAT!"

"I didn't tell them anything mom!" she remarked, rather hysterical. Why would I give out such information to people I don't even know!

She seemed to notice Kelta's hysterics, because she realaxed a bit. "No, I didn't think you would," she turned back to Domino, "so fess up little goat. How did you know that?"

"…I know a lot," he said simply, and didn't say anything else further, despite the pushing and badgering by both Dominique and the woman.

"So, who are you anyways?" Vihre said at last. By then they had vacated the tomb, and were well on their way north.

At first the woman didn't respond, she was too busy navigating through the hills, and dunes that made up the desert, and whipping her brow free of sweat. "Lihn. You may call me Lihn."

"Lihn," he repeated softly, he didn't exactly ask for her name, no, he was after much more, but he would have to do with that for the time being. His temper flared up in the heat, and almost anything could set him off, so he tried to direct his attention to somethinge lse. "How are you holding up, girl?" he said with a mocking grin, staring down at Kelta.

"Peachy, just peachy," she mumbled angrily. She was anything BUT peachy. Although her white dress blocked the heavy rays of the sun, unlike Vihre's black pants, and bottoms half of his robe, she was still rather heat stroked. Despite the large brimmed green wizards hat atop her hea,d her face was flushed, as if she had heat stroke, and beads of sweat sparkled with her natural glittered complextion. She was unable to enjoy the warm air in her long sleeved shirt, considering she was prone to sun burning, and had to keep them rolled down. Her legs, however were turning red under the sun, and she was walking in her stockings, holding her boots in her hands. But no better then Dominique, she remaked, holding a bit of concern for the pretty girl.

Dominique seemed to be the worst off, because she was rather chubby she was sweating quite profusely, and her perfectly black dress wasn't helping things. Her hat seemed to suck in the sun's rays, and only made her face flush like a newly picked apple, rather then serve as its original purpose: to keep the light out. Domino, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about the heat, he just stomped along side her, speaking to her every so often to keep her from falling into the ground.

Before long they came to an Oasis which from there was within lookers distance of the edge of the desert.

"We'll be in prontera within the hour," Lihn said, making herself comfortable at the oasis.

"Water!" was all Kelta could seem to say, darting down to the water, and dunking her head face first.

"Kelta! Everyone drinks out of that water!" Vihre said angrily, almost like a father would.

Lihn shrugged, "the sands purify this water, so it doesn't matter what she does," she blinked, realizing omething, and turns to face him. "Why are you acting like that? You bearly know her..in fact you don't know her at all," she looked back at Kelta, who was now trying to blow water out of her nose, because it had gotten so far up there from durnking her head in. "At least I hope he doesn't," she added.

"Don't worry mom…" she sighed, thrusting herself onto the sand, and staring up at the white sky. "rains a coming." And if it isn't, it will be, because I'll FORCE it to…A light cackle escaped her lips, which turned a few heads towards her direction. Once she noticed this, she shook her own head… Wait what the hell am I thinking?

Vihre sat beside her, as Lihn walked up and down the bridge, as if trying to get her bearings straight. He waited a moment, making sure her attention was not directed upon them, before speaking. "Why do you call her 'mom'? I thought you said your parents were …dead…" he seemed a bit choked up at his last word.

"They are…but she took me in when I was real little, she told me that I had something special about me, and it was vital that I stay alive. I still don't know what she meant by 'special' though… But I think it might explain why she was so hesitant to let me out of the house."

"But did she not? You snuck out, right?" He grinned a bit

"Yeah, I suppose you could say that," she shrugged.

"So what the hell is she doing anyways? It looks as if she's trying to figure out what way to go…but the obvious choice would be north..we're heading for the city right?"

"Yeah, but mom hates the city," she kept her voice low as Lihn walked over to the two.

"Where is Dominique?"

"Over there, dead," Kelta motioned to the oasis, where a few palm trees had sprouted up, and there leaning against one of them was Dominique, being rather anti-social.

"I'm not dead, I just can't stand this heat!"

Lihn frowned, "You didn't have to come…in fact… when did I agree on letting them come, Kelta?" she raised an eyebrow at the girl.

"If you don't let them, I'll just tell them everything."

"You won't get out of the house again."

"…mom you forget…I've perfected the art of lightning telep-"

"Kelta!" she said, warningly.

Kelta scowled at Lihn, but quickly realized why it was best not to talk about that in front of other people. "Fine…But they are coming."

She sighed, in a way, she couldn't control what Kelta wanted to do, she could kill herself with that spell… "They can, just promise me one thing…never do that again."

She knew what she was talking about.

"Alright…I believe if we take this route, and keep going north for a while, we'll end up at the Lower Mjonir river," she looked at the group, and frowned at their puzzled looks. "you know, the river that splits like a 'v' and is so deep it appears to be a shadowed river."

"Oh I know what your talking about now," Dominique said after a while. "But why are we going that way? The city is south west of there…"

"What makes you think we're heading to Prontera?" she seemed to be completely oblivious to the thought.

"Um, I thought…"

"Well you thought wrong."

Dominique sat there, a bit flustered, but nonetheless confused.