Hey there everyone! What's going on? I hope you all liked the Christmas update spree, and now I'm back with the New Year's Update spree! My Lord, I must want to kill myself.
Anyway, this chapter is sure to be a great one! The second half of the Prism Ryu Books adventure! It's really picking up here! I hope you all enjoy!
Log On! – Chapter 15 – The Prism Ryu Books Part II
Last time…
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Kalen looked over to see an old man with slicked back white hair and tan skin walking towards him. He had narrow, cold eyes and was wearing a red ensemble. He was a Wavemaster and carried a staff. "Wiseman," Kalen smiled. "You're late."
"I apologize. I was helping some friends in real life before I came to meet you," Wiseman explained, leaning against a wall of the Net Slums. "Now, Kalen. What exactly do you wish to discuss with me?"
"Found anything?" Kalen asked, smiling. "Anything since I sent you that e-mail?"
Wiseman paused, and then looked at Kalen with one eye. He nodded. "I found something. Did some digging and found some information."
"Care to explain Wiseman?" Kalen asked, smiling even wider. "I'd be obliged to hear it."
"Hold your horses," Wiseman chuckled. "I'll tell you soon."
"So…exactly what did you locate?"
Wiseman paused, stood up, and looked Kalen in the eye. "I've found…exactly what Prisma is. I have much to discuss with you."
"Much to discuss?" Kalen asked, raising an eyebrow. "How so, exactly?"
"It's about what I found," Wiseman told him. "About Prisma, and about the Epitaph of the Prism."
"Let's start with that," Kalen smiled. "What did you find out about the Epitaph of the Prism?"
"It was tough," Wiseman explained. "The Epitaph of the Prism is hidden in even more mystery then the Epitaph of the Twilight. It took me days of web searching to even find a scrap of it."
"Read me the scrap," commanded Kalen.
Wiseman paused, then began:
"From darkened times
Shadows lurk
Within dark souls lie hopeless dreams
From which born is nothing
The Wave of Prism
Riding on the wings of revenge and justice
Holds the mighty power."
"Riding from the wings flies Balasiel:
A minion of honor, a slave to a swear
Next is Reikak: the true face of a mad man,
The sanity behind a lost figure
Followed by them is Maisk:
Joined to one form, a desperate plea for safety
The nameless one, a guard of darkness
To crush the knights without mercy
Then cometh Nadela, the carrier of the truth
Seductress of hedonistic ways
Following behind the beauty that is merriment
Comes a Dark Princess, left by her Prince
Paarkos rears his anger and hatred for the knights
So much to do with hate, but more with love
The shifter, Qukon, spindles his ways, his words,
And his body, in order to find his true light
A locked heart: Shigon, only finds within
That it cannot bare a crushing weight
And from the darkness, the hopelessness, and the defeat
Of these Prism creatures
Comes Ka
Ke
And Ru
The lost fragments of a soul
Longed for by a confused mind
And from this mind, the true threat
The true wave is born from the ashes of Morganna
The Prism Wave
Prisama
And the Night shall conquer the Dawn…
Day shall never come again.
So says the Epitaph of the Prism."
"Not a very friendly thing, is it?" joked Kalen, and Wiseman gave him a reproachful look.
"It speaks of another wave," Wiseman said. "Much like the wave from five years past. But, instead of the writer being on the side of the Twilight Dragon…"
"It seems this writer wants this 'Prism Wave' to be the victor," Kalen finished. " 'Night shall conquer the Dawn…' Seems this writer definitely has something against the Twilight Dragon."
"Speaking of the writer," Wiseman interjected. "Have you ever heard of a woman named Liesel Wearing?"
"Can't say I have," Kalen shrugged.
"She's the writer of our infamous piece," Wiseman explained.
"She seems like an anti-Emma Wielant," Kalen laughed. "And what's this about 'revenge' and all that?"
"I have a theory…" Wiseman said. "But it might take awhile."
"I've got all the time in the world," Kalen smiled, leaning backwards. "So fire away."
"How much for this…uhh…helmet thingy!"
"That's a Radiating Helmet, and I found it in a very difficult dungeon, please don't sell it Chikoro-sama!"
"A Radiating Helmet! Shall we start the bidding at 25,000 GP?"
Chikoro was currently standing in the back alley of Mac Anu, propped on top of a box with a bag of Zaiten's most prized rare treasures next to her. Zaiten was doing his best to save his rare items, but Chikoro had already sold away at least six items in order to raise money for their house and furniture.
"I bid 30,000 GP!"
"35,000!"
"50,000!"
"55,000 GP!"
"60,000 GP!"
"60,000, going once, going twice…" Chikoro paused for effect, and then slammed her foot on the box. "SOLD! To the cute girl Blade Master in the back for 60,000 GP!"
Many groans came from the crowd as the girl came forward and trade Chikoro for the helmet. Chikoro took the heavy sack of GP and grinned as she listened to it jingle in her hand. "This is great Zaiten! We've made over 600,000 GP already! If we make any more money, we'll be able to BUY the Prism Ryu Books!"
"Chikoro-sama, we already have more then enough money to buy the home," Zaiten cried, waterfall tears falling down his face. "Can't we save the rest of my items?"
"Oh, okay!" Chikoro sighed. "I guess we have enough now to buy the house and furniture…" She turned to the auctioneer's and waved to them. "Sorry folks! The auction's over! See you later!"
More groans and shouts of "more!" came from the crowd, but Chikoro ignored them, walking through the crowd with her hulking bags of GP. Zaiten hugged his remaining items close to his chest, caressing them, and the two made their way over to the Elf's Haven to deposit the rest of the rare items.
"Well, now we should go and buy the house!" Chikoro smiled, sprinting off towards where the pair had gone before to select their house.
"Chikoro-sama, give me the GP!" Zaiten told her. "I have the other 700,000 we'll need!"
"Oh fine," Chikoro frowned, passing the GP to Zaiten. He put it in his bag, making it condense to carrying size, and the two walked up to the Home NPC once again. "Hey there! We made an order before, remember?"
"Player Chikoro," said the NPC after a pause. "Yes. You put a hiatus on your payment. Are you ready to pay?"
"You bet!" Chikoro said, and Zaiten passed her one million GP. "Here!"
There was a pause as the money disappeared from Chikoro's hands. The NPC was processing the request. "New Home, created. Would you like to name your home?"
"You bet!" Chikoro grinned. "Chikoro and Orizo-sama's love home!"
"NO!" Zaiten interjected.
"Okay, okay," Chikoro frowned. "I guess we'll need a name that people will remember. Umm…okay. How about… "Midnight Ring"?"
"Midnight Ring?" Zaiten asked his companion. "After the darkness of Prisma and our rings?"
"Of course!" Chikoro grinned. "Now, everyone we'll say "That's the Midnight Ring Manor!" It sounds awesome!"
"Home registered as "Midnight Ring"," the NPC informed them. "You may now proceed. Furniture for homes may be bought in the residential area."
"Sweet!" Chikoro grinned, rushing past the NPC into the residential area. Zaiten followed her and the two gasped as they saw the huge number of homes in the city. There were at least twenty streets running backwards and forwards, and players milled around, leaving their homes before the day's journey. A huge green and cream colored tent with a large hole to let in the sunlight and sky was above them, giving the entire area a feel of a bandit hide out village or a circus neighborhood.
"Oh look!" Chikoro pointed to her right, and Zaiten turned to see a furniture shop right next to them. "Let's go in! We've still got over 300,000 GP to spend!"
"All right…" Zaiten sighed. "But you're spending all of my money, Chikoro-sama."
"Oh, you get loads from your treasure hunting," Chikoro pouted. "Don't be stingy!" The two walked into the store and Chikoro immediately gasped at the wide array of furniture. An NPC walked up to them and began to speak.
"To purchase an item, simply select it and press the "Buy" button next to it. Zaiten and Chikoro looked down to see that indeed, every item had a small "buy" button next to it. Chikoro walked around, looking at all of the furniture. "This couch is perfect!" she exclaimed, pointing to a huge tan colored couch with white pillows. Before Zaiten could stop her, she had slammed the "Buy" button and spent 40,000 GP on the sofa.
"Oh! And this table!" She slammed another "buy" button for a coffee table. "And this sofa!"
"Ch-Chikoro-sama!" Zaiten was crying waterfall tears as Chikoro then bought a lamp, a rug, a mirror, a few plants… "Chikoro-sama! We only have 130,000 GP left!"
"You're right! We still need the long meeting room table!" Chikoro exclaimed, looking for a long table. As they traversed through the aisles, Chikoro's eyes rested on a long meeting table made of cherry wood. "That's perfect!" Chikoro gasped, her eyes shining. "And only 100,000 GP!" She hit "buy" and the table was now their possession. "Do we have everything we need?"
"Besides money…yes…" Zaiten sighed, defeated. "Can we go home now?"
"You bet!" Chikoro nodded, then turned to the NPC. "Where's our furniture?"
"Your purchases have been automatically moved to your home," the NPC told them. "You may arrange them as you wish there. A tutorial is available if you would like to view it."
"Nah!" Chikoro said, waving her hand. "We don't need a tutorial, right Zaiten? We'll just move it ourselves!"
"B-but Chikoro-sama, perhaps we should--"
"Let's go and set up!" Chikoro announced, dragging Zaiten out of the store and back onto the streets. "Okay…now where's our house?"
"Are you lost?" Chikoro and Zaiten looked up to see an NPC with a map.
"You bet!" Chikoro nodded. "We're looking for "Midnight Ring"."
There was a pause, and then the NPC smiled. "Yes. That house is new. You can find it on Viola Street."
"Sweet!" Chikoro smiled. "Thanks a bunchies!" Chikoro grabbed Zaiten's arm and started running down the streets, leaving the NPC behind them.
"Ch-Chikoro-sama, where IS Viola Street!"
"Well…here's Flute Avenue…" Chikoro muttered, looking up. "And Oboe Lane. A musical instrument theme I guess."
"Look!" Zaiten pointed to the street in front of them. "There's Viola Street!" Chikoro looked up as well and saw that there was indeed a sign that said "Viola Street" as a cross street to Flute Avenue.
"Let's go! What are we waiting for?" Chikoro asked, grabbing Zaiten's arm and running up towards the street. The two looked down the street, then frowned. "How are we supposed to find our house? These all look the same."
"Oh hey!" Chikoro looked up to see a cute girl Twin Blade character wearing violet armor with brown hair in a ponytail. "Are you the new neighbors that just moved in at Midnight Ring?"
"That's us!" Chikoro smiled.
"Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend? That's pretty romantic, buying a house together," the girl smiled, and Chikoro blushed.
"N-N-No way is this dork my boyfriend!" Chikoro stumbled. Zaiten sighed.
"We're not the only occupants of the home," he told the girl. "Our eight friends will also be living with us."
"Woah! No wonder that house is so big!" the girl said. "I was thinking that we had some really high level rich players moving in."
"Where is our house?" Chikoro asked.
"Right next to mine," the girl told them, pointing to the left side of the street. "See that one with the sign that says "Far From Home"? That's my house. "Midnight Ring" is right next to that."
"Thank you so much!" Chikoro grinned, grabbing Zaiten and running down the street. "We'll see you later! Thanks again for showing us!"
Chikoro and Zaiten ran down the street until they reached their home. It looked like everyone else's: tan walls with red roof. It looked more like a hideout then a home. Nevertheless, the two looked at the sign in front which read "Midnight Rings" and stepped inside.
Furniture was set in the default positions, but Chikoro was obviously unhappy with the arrangement. "No way!" she shook her head. "This table should be like this!" She ran over to the table and scooted it over, flipping it around. "And that sofa is all wrong!"
Zaiten ran over as Chikoro reached for the sofa she had bought. "A-Allow me to help, Chikoro-sama."
"Okay, okay," Chikoro sighed. "On three, lift it and move it over there! One, two, three!" Chikoro and Zaiten grunted and lifted the sofa. They moved it about five feet, next to the coffee table, and set it down, panting. "We did it!"
"Yes," Zaiten nodded. "It seems that our home base shall be quite a home, Chikoro-sama."
"You know…" Chikoro smiled. "That girl was right about one thing."
"What's that, Chikoro-sama?" Zaiten asked, blushing slightly.
"It is pretty romantic to buy your home together," she said, looking away. "I feel like we're newlyweds setting up our first place."
Zaiten smiled. "Oh Chikoro-sama, are you saying that--?"
"I just wish it were Orizo-sama who was setting up with me!" Chikoro cried, and Zaiten fell over. "Oh well…let's get to it, shall we?"
"Yes," Zaiten smiled, getting up and laughing slightly. "Let us get to it."
"My theory consists of the following," Wiseman remarked to Kalen. "What if…this Prisma, is actually an anti-Aura?"
"An Anti-Aura?" Kalen asked. "Like Aura's enemy? Or her opposite?"
"Yes," Wiseman nodded. "Prisma is directly related to the Epitaph of the Prism, isn't she? And if the writer is the anti-Emma Wielant, then Prisma is the anti-Aura."
"But Aura is the Goddess of "The World"," Kalen said. "So that means that Prisma is…"
"That's right," Wiseman nodded. "Prisma…is "The World" ultimate enemy."
"That makes no sense," Kalen interjected. "If that's the case, why would she be giving our friends those rings to fight the Data Bugs? If Prisma really wanted "The World" gone, then why wouldn't she let the Prism Players have their way?"
"Perhaps Prisma is using the Prism Hackers," Wiseman suggested, and Kalen's eyes widened. "Giving them the rings in order to bring about the Prism Wave. Maybe that's the true purpose of the Prism Hackers."
"To destroy "The World"?" Kalen asked, frowning. "I'm not buying it Wiseman."
"If I'm right about this…" Wiseman said. "Then everything that Aura possesses should be the opposite in Prisma. Such as Aura's rooms."
"Aura's…rooms?" Kalen asked. "The White rooms with children's toys you mean? Those fragments of Harald and of Aura? The fragments of the Epitaph?"
"Yes," Wiseman nodded. "If I'm correct, then Prisma should have similar rooms. Fragments of herself and her creator. But instead of children's toys and bears and stones…"
"What would there be?"
"Oh my God…"
Vizota and Barai almost gagged as they entered the room at the end of the long hall. The room was pitch black, but they could see one another perfectly. In the center of the room, objects also were completely visible, although Vizota and Barai wished they were not.
"What the hell is this?" Barai asked.
Sitting in the center of the room was a bed with black blankets and canopies. Lying in the bed was a bloody corpse. All around the bed were body parts, dislodged from what seemed to be at least a dozen bodies. Blood, colored white, was splattered all over the black walls.
'From darkened times…
…Shadows lurk…
Within dark souls lie hopeless dreams
From which born is nothing…
The Wave of Prism…
…Riding on the wings of revenge and justice
Holds the mighty power."
"What's that voice?" Vizota asked, trembling. "What's that voice saying?"
"It sounds like a poem…" Barai murmured, shaking as well. "The Wave of the Prism? Revenge? Justice?"
"Dark souls…lie hopeless dreams…" Vizota murmured. "Is this Prisma's doing?"
"Vizota, we have to get out of here," Barai told her, grasping her arm. "This is too weird! Something's definitely not right here!"
"Right…let's go. Let's gate out," Vizota nodded, grabbing a Sprite Ocarina. She used it, and the two were swept from the horrible room and out into the field. They gated out and were soon back at Dun Loireag.
"My God…what the hell was that?" Barai asked. "All those dead bodies…it was a butcher shop."
"A-and so real…" Vizota shivered. "The graphics…looked so real."
"And…and that strange poem," Barai reminded her. "It has something…something to do with Prisma. I'm sure of it. Wait till everyone hears about this."
"What about Liesel Wearing?" Kalen asked. "If she's still alive, we can ask her directly about this."
"Unfortunately, no such luck," Wiseman shook his head. "She died only seventh months after Emma Wielant. Some say it was heart failure. I'm not sure myself."
"How is she connected to "The World"?" Kalen asked Wiseman.
"Seems she knew both Harald and Emma," Wiseman told him. "Worked with Harald in programming "The World"."
"What about Emma?"
"She was acquainted with Emma through association with Harald," Wiseman explained. "Didn't know her very well. In fact…I heard that Liesel was not on good terms with Emma."
"What for?" Kalen asked.
"It was a one-sided rivalry," Wiseman said. "Liesel hated Emma, but Emma took little notice of her."
"What was the rivalry about?" asked Kalen.
"Harald," Wiseman said. "Liesel was in love with Harald."
…If only she…
…she wasn't…
…If only she wasn't here…
"What the hell is she saying?" Gabriella asked Achean as they stood back to back, their weapons drawn, ready for an attack. "She's been saying that for five minutes. Who's that voice?"
"It's a woman's voice," Achean said.
"Well, I knew that!" Gabriella shot back.
If only Aura…if only Emma…
"Aura?" Gabriella asked. "Emma? Who the heck are they?"
"Shh…" Achean silenced her. "She's saying something."
If only she…
…she wasn't…
…If only she wasn't here…
…If only Aura wasn't here…
…you could…
…Goddess…you would be Goddess…
…Morganna…will fall…Aura…
…Aura does not deserve…you deserve…my sweet daughter…
"Deserve what? With this bitch finish a sentence?" Gabriella whispered to Achean. "I don't know what the hell she's talking about!"
…If only she…
…she wasn't…
…If only she wasn't here…
…If only Emma wasn't here…
…I could…
…He would love me…
…I could be…
…I could be his…
…Emma does not deserve…I deserve…my sweet Harald…
"This woman is jealous," Achean whispered. "Because…her love is unrequited."
"How'd you know that?" Gabriella asked, eyes wide.
"I can just sense it," Achean shrugged. "These are that woman's memories…replaying."
"Her memories…replaying?" Gabriella asked, surprised. "But what for? Who is she? Why do we care?"
"I'm not sure," Achean shook his head. "But this is important to Prisma…I have a feeling."
The voice stopped, and Gabriella and Achean sighed. "Let's go back. Tell the others what we've heard," Gabriella told Achean.
"Right," Achean nodded, pulling out a sprite ocarina. "This is important stuff."
"Liesel was in love with Harald?" Kalen asked, then smiled. "I see…unrequited love led her to revenge."
"Yes. My hypothesis is that she grew so hateful towards Emma and Harald that she unleashed a virus in Harald's program," Wiseman told his companion. "Prisma, her daughter, is that virus."
"Prisma's nothing more then an overgrown computer bug then?" Kalen asked and Wiseman shook his head.
"No. More like a force of nature. She's the anti-Aura. The opposite and equal of," Wiseman told him. "We can't just delete her like you would a garden variety virus."
"So I supposed the administrators are caught on this one, aren't they?" Kalen smirked. "I'd like to see how a dear administrator of mine would handle a situation like this."
"Woah! Snazzy!" exclaimed Sersen as the group entered a dark office with seemingly no walls or floors. It was a nave bluish color, with pulsing colored lines running constantly through the room, as if colored drinks were running through pipes in Emerika's floor and walls. "Nice office."
"Thank you," Emerika smiled. "Please, sit down." Two chairs suddenly appeared in front of a silver desk where Emerika sat down. Tiyra and Sersen nodded to one another and sat down in the chairs while Emerika shuffled through a few papers. "Now…about these hackers."
"Yes," Tiyra nodded. "They take advantage of the Protection Ward you put on the areas in order to grow stronger and spread their infection."
"We can't explain how we know this," Sersen told her. "We just do. I know it sounds fishy, but you've got to believe us."
"Can you give the names of these hackers?" Emerika asked, and a screen that looked like a laptop came up.
"Th-their leader is Moyotu," Tiyra said. Emerika typed in the name and hit "search". There was a pause.
"There's no record of a player with that name."
"Of course not," Sersen frowned. "She's a hacker, remember?"
"Even the most elusive hackers are registered in our system," Emerika said simply. "Such as Night Dwight. We caught him a few months ago and froze his account."
"You're not getting us!" Tiyra said. "Are you going to stop those Protection Wards or not?"
"No," Emerika said simply. "Of course not. They are for the safety of our players."
"You're endangering their safety by putting them up!" Sersen exclaimed, rising to his feet. "We're telling the truth!"
"I received an e-mail of the same fashion a few months ago," Emerika said. "From a player named 'Iam'."
"Iam?" Tiyra asked. "She tried to warn you too, I see."
"Hackers are under my jurisdiction," Emerika said. "I'm the Captain of the Emerald Infantry. We handle all rogue players."
"Then why aren't you doing anything about these hackers?" Sersen asked.
"Because we have no record of their existence," Emerika shot back. "You could be pulling our leg. Trying to fool us and get your kicks about the administrators. I'm afraid that you've run up against the wrong girl. I take pride in my job. Captain Emerika never fails."
"But--!" Tiyra began, but Sersen put his hand on her shoulder, shaking his head.
"If you have all players in your database…" Sersen told her. "Then can you look up someone for me?"
"Who?" Emerika asked. "This had better not be a waste of my time."
"His name is Kalen." Tiyra's eyes widened at what her werewolf companion had just said.
Emerika frowned and gave an odd pause. She then typed the name into the database. "Kalen: Blademaster. Currently level 17. Anything else?"
Sersen looked at Emerika long and hard. "You know Kalen."
Emerika paused, then chuckled. "You're astute. Yes, I know Kalen. The Black Prince. One of the most elusive hackers on the net."
"Then why lie about him?" Sersen asked.
"Because he has evaded my capture," Emerika said simply. "I don't want to worry the players."
"Your database was wrong once," Sersen told her, narrowing his eyes. "Why can't it be wrong with the Prism Players?"
Emerika stared at Sersen, and Sersen stared back for what seemed to be forever. A moment later, Emerika pushed a button. "Our meeting here is finished. We'll look into your complaint if we find the time. The Emerald Infantry is very busy."
"You're throwing us out?" Tiyra asked, standing up.
"I wish you good times on "The World"," Emerika smiled, and golden rings formed around the two players. In a matter of moments, they were gone. "Good riddance."
"Liesel is going to unleash the Prism Wave as revenge on Harald for not returning her love," Wiseman told Kalen. "I don't understand it all myself, but I do know one thing for sure."
"Which is…?" Kalen asked.
" "The World" is in danger," he told him. "Great danger. Liesel's intention is to destroy "The World" and Aura. She's using the Prism Players to do that."
"Are you saying…?" Kalen raised an eyebrow.
"The Prism Players also know of the Epitaph," Wiseman said. "And they're using it as their blueprint for their revenge on "The World". Liesel has found her army. She's going to use them to bring about her ultimate revenge."
"What about our Prism Hackers?" Kalen asked. "What about Iam and the others?"
"I'm not sure," Wiseman shook his head. "But I do know one thing. They were originally meant to extract revenge using Prisma's gifts. But…"
"But?"
"Liesel's plan might backfire," Wiseman smiled. "Her 'Knights' might just turn against her."
"If what you're saying is true," Kalen told him. "Then I have no doubt…that those ten are going to turn traitor and come to the side of the Twilight."
"Orizo…" Iam murmured. "Where are we?"
"I'm not sure…" Orizo said, looking around.
As the two had touched the statue, they had been transported to what looked like a forest. Grass, flowers, and trees surrounded them. They looked around, but saw nothing. "What is this place?" Iam asked.
"I think I hear something…" Orizo said, pointing towards the sound. "It sounds like someone laughing."
The two walked towards the sound, parting trees and walking through the grass until they finally reached a clearing where a child's bed was sitting. On the bed was a small girl with blonde hair and a white dress. With her was a young woman with long white hair and a billowing white dress. They were both smiling and laughing. The blonde girl turned her head and looked at them, as did the white haired woman.
"Hello," the woman smiled. "Are you looking for the book?"
"Umm…yes," Iam nodded. "Wh-who are you?"
"Aura," she smiled. "And this is…my daughter Zefie."
"Hey," Zefie said softly.
"What…are you…are you player characters?" Orizo asked and Aura shook her head.
"No."
"An NPC?"
"No," Aura shook her head. "Zefie and I…just exist in "The World". We do not a true name."
"I don't understand," Iam murmured. She gasped as Aura stood up and started to glide towards her. She put out her hands and placed them on Iam's face.
"You will understand soon," she assured Iam, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Please…take care of her."
"Wh-who?"
"The Prism Ryu Book is yours," Aura said. Iam and Orizo gasped as they saw a large black book fall from the sky into Iam's arms. The book had a symbol on it, written in white. "Take care of her."
"Wait!" Orizo called. "Where do we go next?"
"You're already there," Aura smiled. "Goodbye, my lovely knights."
Orizo and Iam cried out as they felt themselves being sucked downwards. They looked down to see a black portal opening underneath their feet. They were sucked in, head first, and found themselves falling away from the serene place they had once been in.
"Where are we?" Iam cried as they fell through darkness.
"I think the better question would be, where are we going?" Orizo called to his companion, then gasped as a light began to show at the end of the tunnel. The two fell through and gasped as they found themselves in some sort of dilapidated city.
"Kalen!" Iam cried as she saw him from her aerial view. "And he's talking with someone!"
"Where are we Iam?" Orizo asked.
"I don't know!" Iam cried. "But I'm still being sucked down! It's not just gravity!" The two flew down, growing faster and faster, the wind whizzing in their ears. Orizo was the first to land, falling to the ground and rolling into Kalen.
"Orizo!" Kalen cried, and then looked up. "Iam! What in the world?"
Iam fell after, but she didn't hit the ground like Orizo had. Instead, her hand fell into the ground as easily as if she had stuck it in water! "What the?" she cried. Her wrist began to glow as she slowly took out her hand.
But when her hand came up, clutched in its fingers was a Prism Ryu Book. The final one. Its symbol was black, and it matched the black cover, making it almost unreadable. "The final book! These were the streets!" Iam cried, rising to her feet.
"You guys found the Prism Ryu Books?" Kalen asked. But there was no time to respond. Iam's body began to glow. Slowly, the red book rose out from her body and the two others rose from her hands to join it. All three were levitating in front of them.
"I don't know," Iam began, "what's going to happen now. But I do know that those books are holding secrets that we need to know."
"Open them Iam!" Orizo told her, running by her side. "You're the Holder of the Books!"
"Right!" Iam nodded, and pointed at the Ryu Books. "I command you to open!"
The books flew open and the pages began to flip violently. The entire city swirled around them, and Iam and Orizo grabbed onto one another as not to be thrown away in the dizzying circle. They closed their eyes, but opened them again as they heard voices.
"Where are we?"
"Guys! You're all here!"
"We were just warped away!"
Iam looked over to see all ten Prism Hackers were now inside the spinning dark place, holding to one another. "You guys! How'd you get here?"
"We were just about to ask you!" Chikoro spoke up, grabbing hold of Zaiten's arm. "What's going on?"
"The Prism Ryu Books are reacting!" Sersen called to the team. "Something's about to be shown to us!"
"Find the Prism Bracelet Holder…"
The team gasped as they heard a voice in their ear. They looked up to see none other then Prisma standing above them, looking calm and serene. She was speaking slowly and softly , surrounded by the three books. "Find the Prism Bracelet Holder," she repeated. "You must find the Warrior of the Prism."
"What do you mean?" Iam called. "We don't understand!"
"Find the wielder of Prisma's power…" she said. "Give the Prism Bracelet Holder your strength. You are my Knights…this is your duty."
Prisma disappeared as did the Prism Ryu Books. Soon, the spinning stopped, and the ten were returned to the Net Slums where Kalen and Wiseman stood, looking at them with anxious faces.
"We have…" Kalen began. "A lot to talk about."
"Shugo, look!" gasped Mirielle. The group was currently walking through a field with Hotaru's new Prize Grunty, looking for food and talking. But Mirielle had stopped them. "Shuboh!"
Shugo looked at Mirielle. "What's wrong Mirielle?"
"Onii-chan!" Rena exclaimed. "Mirielle's right! Look at the bracelet!"
Shugo lifted up his arm to see that his golden bracelet was glowing on his wrist. Ouka gasped. "What's wrong with it? Is it broken or something?"
"Some sort of energy is making it react," Shugo told them, lowering the bracelet. "Maybe…something to do with Aura."
"How are we supposed to know?" Hotaru asked weakly. "Wh-what if something's wrong?"
"If something required our assistance," Shugo told them. "I'm sure we'll out what that thing is soon!"
"Shugo, how can you be so relaxed?" scolded Rena, bopping her brother over the head. "C'mon! We're heading back to the Root Town!"
"Coming Rena…"
"Hyah!" Ryo-Oki shouted as she lowered her Heavy Blade sword onto the monster that her party was currently fighting. She was with Mia, a blademaster, and Ryu, the silver haired Heavy Blade from the Grunty Event. "Yeah! We win!" cheered Ryo-Oki as the monster fell.
"No thanks to you," Ryu scoffed. "Your strength stat is too low."
"Hey!" Ryo-Oki frowned, raising her sword, only to have it transform into a Wavemaster staff. "Oh…"
"Heh! Good!" Ryu smirked. "We need a healer anyway, and your fighting is horrible, so…"
"Ryo-chan!" Mia gasped, pointing to hand that Ryo-Oki held the staff in. "Look!"
"Huh?" Ryo-Oki looked at Mia. "Mia, I've been transforming classes for awhile now. No need to get all surprised."
"Not that," Mia shook her head. "Look at your bracelet!"
Ryo-Oki frowned and looked down at her bracelet. Ryu and Mia gathered around her and looked down at the bracelet as well. "It-It's glowing…" Ryo-Oki finally managed to sputter out. It was true. Her bracelet was now radiating a soft yet powerful glow. "Something's wrong."
"Maybe it broke," Ryu shrugged. "Anyway, it's not big deal. Let's go already."
"It doesn't just break," Ryo-Oki told him and Mia. "Something's making it react like this. A strong power. It's almost like its calling me."
"Calling you where?" Mia asked.
"Yeah?" Ryu nodded. "Where is it calling you anyway?"
"Back to the Root Town," Ryo-Oki told them. "Let's go to Mac Anu. I think…I think we'll get our questions answered there."
"Hmm…?" BlackRose furrowed her brow, looking at her partner, Kite. They, along with the warrior Balmung, were currently in a dungeon, fighting off monsters for treasure and EXP. But BlackRose's comment had stopped her partner.
"What's wrong BlackRose?" Kite asked.
"Is something wrong?" Balmung asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Look at your bracelet," BlackRose pointed to Kite's wrist, where, usually, the invisible bracelet resided. However, now, the bracelet was glowing, as if Kite was about to perform a Data Drain. "It's glowing!"
"You're right," Kite nodded, looking at the bracelet. "I wonder…what's wrong with it."
"I'm not sure myself," Balmung murmured. "But something tells me something is afoot above ground. Your bracelet is reacting to something."
"But what…?" BlackRose asked, frowning. Kite looked at BlackRose, then at Balmung, and then down at the bracelet.
"I have a feeling that we'll find out soon."
Yay! The end of the chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it! Took forever! (laughs) Anyway, as you can see, Aura's group is heading into the battle as well! The next chapter is going to be awesomely awesome, so please don't miss it! Oh, and…
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