May the spirits hold true…
Even in the darkest times where light just doesn't seem to be there.
Gohan didn't know how long he had been here for. Had it been minutes? Hours? Days?
When was the last time he saw his friends? What happened to them?
Are they okay? Are they… gone?
He truly didn't know.
And that's what scared him the most.
-In Edolas, over the castle-
While all the citizens' attention was on the massive lacrima in the courtyard, there was another lacrima hidden inside the place.
The other lacrima was larger than the one in the courtyard and was incredibly dense. It was also spiky and had a bright golden color, a difference from the blue of the other lacrima.
It was placed in a room with a magic siphon trying to drain it.
The process…
Wasn't working.
At all.
It was certainly infuriating for the man running the machine. One Byro no-last-name. He was a diminutive old man with two hair spikes growing out of his head, along with plenty of liver spots.
"Damn it! Why isn't this blasted machine working?!" He threw his left foot forward and hit the machine with a solid thunk.
Which did absolutely nothing but hurt his foot.
"Yow!" He fell to the floor and started rolling around trying to relieve the pain in his left foot.
"Phew. Ugh, I'll have to report this to the king. There must be a reason why it won't work?" With that, Byro left the machine and the lacrima by themselves in the empty room.
Hehe! Hello you all! The amount of inspiration I have these days is astonishing!
Look, I love all my stories, but some ideas come easier than the others.
My stories, if I may, will always come back (unless I break something like a dumbass) just like William Afton.
That's the end, for now at least.
Peace out, GBAC77
