Author's Notes
I was on vacation, yeah? Only to come home to start cleaning and packing shit up for a big move. So now I'm tired, suffering from a video game withdrawal, and owe myself 20k words worth of prewritten chapters. So... I'm a little tired.
And now, Review! (Cuz it's only one)
GiggiEba, no, neither one was too happy about that. You were close enough, so I'll give that to you, but it's actually 'Golden' spirit. I'm glad, thanks for the support!
And now, on with the story!
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Simon's POV
I messed with the dark-grey tie for a while under Izabell's amused watch. "Here, let me help you."
The slime girl straightened the horrible article of clothing, which surprised me. I didn't know she knew how to tie a tie. Then she handed me a black coat with silver buttons. I slipped into the fancy coat, looking myself in the mirror. Z hugged me, looking into the mirror as well. "You look great."
I took a couple seconds to process it. "Y'know, I think I'll just take my jacket and see what happens," I told her, taking off that damned tie.
Izabell rolled her eyes. "Simon. You need to look your best for the presentation."
"And I look my best," I said while taking off the coat, "when I'm not wearing this."
The slime girl sighed, looking me up and down once I put on my leather jacket. She removed a few pieces of lint, dusted it off in a few places and took a step back. "Fine, if that's what you want to wear, then go ahead."
I smiled, giving her a hug and kissing the top of her head. "Thank you for your understanding, fair maiden."
Z shook her head, hugging me for a second and then stepping back. "Go, or you'll be late."
I sent her a kiss, leaving the bedroom and walking downstairs. I had breakfast before dealing with this, so it was a straight shot out of the house towards Globe Chapel city. It was a pleasant walk to and from work, but honestly, it had become a chore. I did take time to unwind when heading back, but it sometimes just wasn't enough.
Since I was one of the 'heroes' that helped kill Darkness, I had the privilege of using the railway system to reach Malachite from here. This is great, since it usually would take a day to get there from where we live. The ride took 15ish minutes, which I used to rest my eyes a bit. Once I reached the city of Malachite, it was a short walk to the lab.
It had been built under this two-floor-tall concrete thing, neither completely building nor storage area. Supposedly, the build had started about three years ago, and nobody had been bothered to finish the damn thing, or hire someone who would. I greeted Fred, the doorman, and took the elevator down to sublevel 2.
Unlike the old and unfinished outside façade, the lab was in mint condition. The walls were white concrete with grey trim, lit up with many redstone lamps. The lab split off in three directions after encountering the lobby. One of the halls led you to the storage room, one to the archive, and the center hall took you to the R and D room.
This whole... bunker, I guess, is devoted to weapons development. I'm stuck in here all day, working on either blueprints, or presentations, on actually building and then testing weapons, and defending myself against coworkers or Andrews, my boss. I didn't mind the arguing at first, since I was having fun getting to put ideas on paper and then making them a reality. That magic faded a long time ago.
I used my keycard to get in, greeting Tim and Jones. I only got one answer, and it wasn't from good ol' Jones. He took a bite from a chocolate bar, flipping through a newspaper. "When is the presentation due?" the man asked.
I checked my watch. "An hour. Is it ready?"
"Tim's still working on the model," he told me. "I was waiting for him to finish before wrapping up the presentation."
I suppressed a sigh, walking over and picking up the presentation papers. "You didn't do anything," I whispered incredulously.
"'Course I did," he said, sounding indignant. "I have all the charts laid out, the lists and shit-"
"You did nothing, Jones!" I interrupted. "Where are the so-called charts? Why are they not on the paper?"
"You're not the boss to be telling me what to do-" he began.
"This is our proyect!" I told him through clenched teeth. "We're supposed to be a team! And yet I'm running from here to there, doing everything you or Carla were supposed to do! I might not be your boss," I continued when he was about to interject. "But I am a coworker, and I ask you, kindly, that you do your job. Please."
Jones glared at me. "You. Are. Not. My. Boss," he said firmly, taking another bite of his chocolate bar and leaving the room.
I took a deep breath, then two, five, before hitting the table hard with my closed fists. I looked up to notice Tim was still there, looking a bit frightened. I combed a hand through my hair. "Sorry. How's the model coming along?"
Tim showed me a finished carving of Proyect Javelin. "I think I'm done, but it's your design, so I wanted to show you before boxing it."
I took a good look at the little model. "It's perfect, thanks. At least someone's doing their job," I muttered. "Did Carla even show up?"
"She hasn't yet," Tim answered. The young man took his carving back, opening a glass box and placing it carefully inside.
I took the mostly blank papers from the table, looking them over closely. "Uh, Tim... I'm going to need your help if we're gonna finish this presentation."
"Sure," he answered. "What do you need?"
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Tim and I walked through the compound back to the elevator. I had the rolled-up presentation paper tucked under my arm. On our way, we came across Carla and Jones, who were busy talking to Andréws.
"...need a little more time boss," I heard Jones say.
"Just a couple hours," Carla assured. "It's just that the new guy didn't do his part, didn't do nothing, really, said he didn't have to since-"
"I don't give a shit," Andrews told them. "I can't reschedule a presentation with such important people, and especially not with the king."
"We told you, it's the new guy's fault," Jones restated. "He's done nothing but get in the way!"
"I'm sure," Andres agreed. "But if you don't have that presentation done in the next twenty minutes, someone is getting fired."
Carla and Jones exchanged a look. "I guess we know who it'll be."
Tim and I walked up to them. I placed a hand on Jone's shoulder, feeling the creeper tense up. "Good news, sir," I told Andrews. "Tim and I finished the presentation in time, how about that?"
Andrews huffed. "If you had done your job when you were supposed to-"
"I did do my job, with all due respect, sir," I interruped. "The official blueprints are done, records have been smashed, files have been stored, material lists have been written and fires have been put out."
Andrews narrowed his eyes before turning away. "Then hurry. Our guests are already here."
I let go of Jones, resisting the temptation of pushing past him as I followed Andrews into the elevator. We went up to sublevel one, entering the hall with meeting rooms. The everything on this floor is furnished with spruce wood, carpets, mostly-empty bookshelves and little tables or desks.
Andrews opened one of the doors and walked in, sitting at the long table in the center of the meeting room. King Adam was at the end of the table, with two people next to him. One of them had a black mustache, tired eyes and a black suit with a red tie. The other one had a red suit with a green tie and blond hair.
Tim and I hung up the presentation papers while Jones and Carla stood there looking a tad lost. I rubbed my hands together and nudged Tim towards our useless coworkers. "Thank you for coming today, gentlemen, your highness."
"It's a pleasure, it really is," the mustached one said, he had an thick accent common in villages from the east.
The blond one nodded, and spoke with the same accent. "Our other friend couldn't make it, but having the two founding Architechs is fine, right Mumbo?"
"Totally fine, totally," red-tie agreed.
I took a deep breath. Tim and I barely had time to go over the presentation. I would have to do everything on the spot. "Well, what the team has for you today is a new self-defense mechanism for our airships."
"Oh, we loved those," mustache man said.
"Yeah, we kind of dabbled in air vehicles in the past," red-suit commented, "But we never really got anywhere."
King Adam chuckled. "Gentlemen, we'll be here way longer than intended if you continue interrupting the poor man."
Both engineers chuckled apologetically. "Right, of course, forgive us, carry on."
I smiled patiently. "That's fine. Now, this defense mechanism, or weapon, however you'd like to call it, is nicknamed Proyect Javelin and is based off a normal, every-day crossbow."
I hung up a copy of the blueprints on the wall. The engineers looked immediately interested. "This is a ballista," I explained. "It fires iron bolts very far, with immense power, using a complicated system of elastics and pulleys. We have the list of materials for you to look at as well. Tim?"
I looked over at the young man. "Could you hand the gentlemen their list?"
Tim nodded, walking over to the sharply-dressed men and handing them a couple of papers. I let the engineers discuss the list for a while. "Now, if you'll let me continue?"
The blond one nodded. "Yeah, carry on."
"This 'weapon' will be mounted on the cannon ports of Dragoon-class airships," I began listing. "On the decks of Carrier-class ones, on Explorer-class, and can be modified to fit on a Drifter-class airship. They should be easy and cheap to manufacture, while still delivering great force."
The engineers nodded, looking at the material list again. "This is great," mustache-man began. "I'm just saying that we could do something about the redstone. Make it more... refined."
"And the materials," red-suit added. "These don't really look right in my head. Birch isn't the prettiest kind of wood, or the strongest, so the design might not be that great."
"What I- I mean, the team, was going for when designing the ballista was for it to be cheap, light, and durable, not to mention simple," I explained. "If I complicate the redstone much further, or refine it as you say, assembly prices go up as well as assembly time. Birch is actually quite fetching if used in the right situations, and it is pretty durable for the weight of it. We have a model of a ballista if you'd like to see for yourself."
The engineers exchanged looks. "Uh... sure."
I picked up the glass-cased model and slid it over to them. Red-suit got to it first, inspecting the wooden carving. Tim had dyed it where was necessary, and the design looked spectacular, if I do say so myself.
The blond one handed the model to mustache-man for him to see. Once they were done, red-suit slid the model back to me. "It is certainly impressive, isn't it Grian?" mustache man commented.
"It really is," red-suit agreed. Both of them stood up, stretching a hand out to Andrews. "The Architechs corporation will be honored to purchase the design. Perhaps we could set up another meeting to discuss its terms?"
Andrews smiled. It was a hideous, fake thing. "As you wish, gentlemen. Have a good day, and thank you for being here with us."
King Adam stood up, bidding the engineers farewell. Tim and I brought down the presentation papers, while Carla and Jones left the scene. I let Tim take the papers to archive them, and was stopped by Andrews as I was about to leave.
"You're very lucky to have finished in time," he muttered harshly. "But if you keep this high-and-mighty attitude, I will have you kicked from the team, do you hear me?"
Before I could defend myself, the king placed a hand on my boss' shoulder. "What's the matter, Andrews? One would think you'd be thanking the boy for such a stellar presentation, not grinding him out for it."
Andrews huffed. "I've had multiple mishaps and complaints from Jones and Carla that 'the boy' has been doing next to nothing for the team. He barely had time to finish his work for the presentation, and all because he felt much too important to be doing anything."
The creeper king raised an eyebrow. "Is that true, Simon?"
I took a few seconds to simmer down and organize my thoughts. "Were I to agree, Andrews would use my words as leverage to fire me, and if unable to, I might at least be on slightly better terms with him. If I denied it, Andrews would take me for a liar and hate me more. So, your highness, I'll let you decide. Have I, or have I not done my job for the past months?"
King Adam looked amused, staring at me, then at Andrews and back. "You look more miserable today than you did when I hired you," he finally said. "And that means that you've done your job, and perhaps someone else's."
The creeper king smiled at my boss. "Did you happen to notice the looks on Jones' and Carlas' faces?" he asked. "How lost they both seemed? Did you notice that Simon was the only one who spoke, and that he only asked Tim for help when necessary? Do you know what that means, Andrews?"
When my boss, who had a half-hidden look of utter rage, didn't answer, the king did for him. "It means that those two, who just so happen to be the ones complaining about Simon, didn't do their job. Knowing that you run a tight ship, I expect that such an action, or rather lack of, deserves some form of punishment. Isn't that right?"
"It is, my king," Andrews muttered through gritted teeth.
"Good. Now, let me make something clear, Andrews." The king's smile disappeared. "You have been harassing the boy from day one," he stated, nodding at me. "But that ends now. He earned his place. His brilliant mind is responsible for our victory over Darkness. I don't want you to treat him like royalty either, but I want you to be fair with him. Understood?"
Andrews nodded. "Yes, my king."
King Adam nodded, taking a step back. "Have a good day, the both of you."
We waited for him to leave. Then Andrews made his trademark 'hrmph' sound. "You did a good job," he muttered. "I'll see to it that Jones and Carla are punished for their lies and lack of competence. I suppose you could take the rest of the day off."
I blinked. "Thank you, sir. Could Tim take the day off as well?" I asked. "He helped me finish the presentation."
Andrews made that sound again. "Very well. I'll have someone tell him. Now go."
Still taken aback, I nodded and promptly left the room. Z would be so excited that I got a break. Hell, I was excited for getting a break, not to mention recognition for my work. I hurried my way back home, thinking of ways to spend the day with my beautiful girlfriend. However, when I got back home... There was nobody there. I only found a note.
Simon, I went to help our friends make a garden with Sarah. I'll be back in a couple hours.
-Izabell
The door opened behind me as I took the time to process what the note said. Ara walked in, herding a mudcaked Flicker and Snowdrift into the house. The creeper looked up, smiling in surprise. "Sssimon! How are you here? I thought you were working today."
I chuckled. "I was, but they gave me the rest of the day off. Hey... would you happen to know where a certain slime girl could've gone to help with a proyect for a certain skeleton girl?"
Ara shook her head, still smiling. "Isssabell went to Veridon'sss cassstle. You migh ssstill be in time to reach and help them."
I smiled. "Thanks, Ara. Are you going to give these two a bath?"
The monster nodded. "I took them for a walk in the woodsss, but now they're all filthy."
I slipped my jacket back on. "Well, I'd help, knowing how much of a handful those two are, but I'm afraid I must leave you. You'll be okay, though, right?"
Ara rolled her dark eyes. "Thisss isssn't the firssst time I've had to do thisss. Have fun!"
"Thanks!" I called over my shoulder. "We'll be back soon!"
Inside I felt a little disappointed. My private little afternoon with Izabell was off the table...
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Sarah's POV
I slipped on a comfortable, grey turtleneck sweater, tying my boots and hair. I was on another 'off day', much to my displeasure, and Jack had asked me to accompany him outside. These little vacations became more and more frequent, which I found distressing. But, you couldn't argue with a king.
I held myself as I wandered down the castle's stone halls. It took me a couple minutes to reach the door that led you out to the courtyard. It took a moment for the guards to recognize me, but after a little glare, their confused faces disappeared and I was let out.
Jack was standing outside with our friends, the group talking excitedly with each other. I walked up to them, crossing my arms. "What's the occation? Why did you need me?"
They all went quiet. Jack smiled. "We have a surprise for you."
I raised an eyebrow. "A surprise?"
Our friends dispersed, smiles lighting up everyone's faces. Behind them were a bunch of tools, sacks of soil, and lots of beautiful flowers in their little pots. I blinked at everything, a bemused smile escaping me. "What? What's this?"
"Well... we just wanted to make you smile," Izabell explained. "Val thought that maybe we could do some gardening. If you'd like to join us?"
I stared at the materials on the ground. We've known each other for more than a year. Is it too soon to show them my soft side? Should I at all? Does it matter? Do I care? I stared at them out the corners of my eyes, feeling a slight blush on my cheeks. Were I able to, I'd kill it. "I'd like that," I answered as me as possible.
Everyone's nervous smiles lit up further, and we began work. Jack and Valory started handing out shovels and gloves. "We want this garden to be yours," the stray explained. "So, as much as we might hate this, you'll be in charge of ordering us around."
I flashed my friends a mischevious smile. "This might just be a good day after all."
The creation of my garden was split in two phases. Terraforming and planting. First, we had the boys lug around the sacks of dirt while we removed the sad excuse of earth and grass. This included Blight, since he now had those gloves Simon made him and he wouldn't strip the soil of its nutrients. Speaking of the creeper, he showed up out of the blue at some point, much to Izabell's surprise and contempt.
Us girls did the shoveling, making a pile of the useless dirt at the center of a clearing that would form once we were done. I had a plan to use that gritty earth later. Once we had cleared out the spaces for flowers and trees and the boys had filled them up with high-quality soil, we began the planting process. We each had to replant the contents of six pots in their specific places, which I'd chosen. That only left a little tree which would go atop the mound of earth.
We planted marigolds, cornflowers, poppys, roses, small sunflowers, and tulips of various colors. I enjoyed the whole thing very very much, but I wasn't about to tell everyone that fact. Cleaning my dirty gloves together, I took a step back to admire it all with my hands on my hips. I asked Jack if we could go purchase furniture and some other materials to finish my garden. It looked wonderful, but it wasn't done just yet.
"Sure," the stray agreed. "Just don't go overboard, okay?"
I crossed my arms and smiled. "I can't promise anything. Come on, guys."
We wandered around the city, visiting places which I frequented in my childhood, back when I helped my dad keep our garden in the yard. We bought some rocks, a small fountain, a few more flowers, a bag of fertilizer, little wooden benches, and stone plates to make a path. Taking our haul back to the castle, we began work once again.
Val and Lila set up the path, placing the plates, rocks and some pebbles while under my instruction and supervision. The boys lugged the benches and our fountain around, also under my guidance. The rest of our friends took care of making what we had already done look better, using the pebbles we bought and flattening unruly lumps of soil. I had my own task to take care of.
With the help of Adrian, I mixed the mound of dirt in the center of our clearing with the fertilizer. Then, again with some help, I placed the fountain in its correct place at the center of it. Afterwards, I built up a pretty waterfall-esque look using the rocks and pouring a bucket of clean water into the fountain. I poured a few seeds of various wildflowers around the mound before planting the final potted tree atop it all.
It was a young apple tree, standing tall and mighty above my garden. It, as well as the rest of the flora, would grow in time. The whole thing would look much better then, but for now... it was lovely.
My friends cheered, basking in the glory of what we had accomplished. I couldn't keep a smile off my face, observing the beautiful garden from where I stood next to the centerpiece. I gave Jack the shovel and gloves back, taking some more time to admire it all.
Once our tools were put away and we were brought inside, the skeleton king sat us at the castle's dining room. "So, Sarah, how do you feel?"
I heaved a sigh. "I... loved it, honestly. Thanks, guys."
Everyone cheered again, celebrating with each other. There was only one person missing from this wonderful picture. Thomas. This time, I didn't let my memories sour the moment. I shared a meal with our friends, laughing and chatting along with them. Gad and David, the castle chefs, cooked us a variety of delicious things which everyone enjoyed. Slowly, as the sun began sinking under the horizon, everyone began to leave. First it was Eba, but strangely enough Blight didn't leave with her.
Simon and Izabell went a few minutes later. Blight trailed along before turning into a cloud of dust and disappearing. Adrian left to his quarters, taking the opportunity to walk the spider sisters out beforehand. Jack and I were the only ones left. I took a swig of ale, a hidden like that I discovered a couple days ago, much to the king's displeasure.
"So, did we do good?" the stray asked.
I smiled, shaking my head. "That was... very sweet of you guys. Thanks."
Jack returned my smile with raised eyebrows. "I can't believe it. Is that... is that a genuine, one hundred percent legitimate, Sarah smile?"
I shoved I'm back playfully, hiding my face behind my mug. "I wish I could capture this moment forever and hang it on my wall," the stray went on. "This is the feat of the century. I didn't think anyone other than Thomas could get an actual smile out of you."
Even my sombre memories of the boy couldn't wash away the mirth I was so comfortably swamped in. "Yeah, he got pretty good at that somehow."
I laughed along with him, talking mostly about me and Thomas. "What was his deal with the apples?" Jack asked at one point. "There were tons in our little shed, plus the ones lying around the house."
I shrugged, smiling. "He just really liked apples."
The king eventually sent me off to bed, wether because of the time or the five dirty mugs of ale strewn on the table, I wasn't sure. I made my way into my room, closing the door a little loudly and flopping onto the soft couch in front of the small coffee table in the center. I was still giggling from it all.
My limbs and eyelids felt heavy, but my heart was free for those beautiful moments. It reminded me of the many days spent with the boy who held me captivated with those hazel eyes. I fell asleep then, dreaming of him.
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Thomas' POV (technically hours ago)
The Healer scratched his beard thoughtfully. Sophie stared at the floor, processing what I'd told them. It took a while, but I had eventually shared all I knew about myself and what I'd been up to after my death. I waited patiently for them to begin the onslaught of questions I was sure would follow my explanation.
"How come you didn't know when we met you?" Sophie asked. "Or did you know then?"
I shook my head. "I couldn't remember. I didn't remember anything untill Javer gave me the vial of sunlight. Then it all came back to me."
The healer hummed. "How far back can you remember?" he asked.
I focused on the memories at the back of my head. "I think... as far as the lifetime before the one I spent here. But only certain parts."
The elder nodded. "Well... I suppose this is a mystery we cannot, at the moment, solve. Instead, let's do something productive. We need to get you two settled," he told me and Javer. "Then you could visit old friends."
"Is old man Stockton still alive?" I asked him.
Sophie nodded grimly. "Barely. He's gotten sick again. We tried for a time to get him another totem of undying, but the closest temples had none."
Worry and dread filled my heart. Old man Stockton had been a friend of ours, and the Healer's younger sibling. But he caught a sickness, something that weakened him terribly. Javer, Sophie and I had saved our friend by traveling to a jungle temple, finding a golden totem with emerald eyes and giving it to him. "Do the potions not work?"
"Whatever got him last time," the Healer muttered, "has him in its grasp again. I reckon that despite Miron's and my efforts, he might not last more than a week."
"A week?" I asked in bewilderment. A nod was the only response I got. After a moment, I stood up. "Could we go see him?"
The Healer nodded, getting up from his stool. "Come along."
He led us back the way we came, turning left and heading towards a small house. The elder knocked on the wooden door before opening it and letting us in. A frail man sat on a bed at the farthest end of the small room. The only decoration was a tiny nightstand with a bowl of fruit.
Old man Stockton was sickly pale, with skin that clung tightly to bones which showed beneath. His lips were closed in a grimace, eyes closed painfully shut. Even while unconscious, the sickness gave him no break. The Healer placed his hand on the dying man's shoudler, shaking him gently. "Wake up, Philmont."
Stockton's grimace bent further, and his eyes opened slowly. They were unfocused, searching the room in a tired haze. Then his gaze clicked to attention. The frown wavered, turned into the beginnings of a smile showing. "Hey... leaf man. How... how are you?"
The healer shook his head. "Better than you are."
The sick man's eyes rolled towards Sophie, and then landed on Javer and me. Stockton tried to sit up, only to be gently laid back down by the healer. "I thought... you... isn't... I must be hallucinating," the man muttered. "One of you is dead... and the other one missing. Right?"
I held back a chuckle, smiling at him. The healer stood aside as I walked up to his brother. "Not anymore, Stocks. We're both here."
Javer nodded, taking a step forward. "It's a long story, sir. But luckily, we have all the time in the world to share it with you."
Stockton chuckled. It was a pained, breathless thing. "If only that we're true, my boy," he croaked.
I held my hands, hopelessly looking around for a way to help the dying man. Then I remembered something, something that was locked far away in my head, and that gave me an idea. I nudged past the Healer, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl. She asked me plenty of times why I liked apples. I told her plenty of times that I didn't know. But now I remembered.
I focused on the tasty fruit, feeling the confused stares of everyone, including old man Stockton. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My fingertips tickled, and a warmth emmanating from my chest made its way through them into the item in my hand. I heard Sophie gasp quietly, but kept my eyes closed. It took only a few more seconds, and the feeling subsided.
I opened up my eyes and stared at the golden apple in my hand. It was glowing ever so slightly, not quite 'enchanted', but magical all the same. I walked up to Stockton, showing him what I'd accomplished. "Eat this, Stocks. It might make you feel better."
The dying man stared incredulously at the shining fruit. "Well I'll be."
I placed the golden apple in the man's hands. "Take it."
Stockton brought it up to his face on a trembling hand, inspecting it. "I don't know if I can, my boy," he whispered. "I don't know if I'll be able to bite, let alone swallow it."
I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Give it a try. I'll help."
The same warmth from before touched old man Stockton. My friend blinked at me, confused for a second, before taking a shaky bite off the apple. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste. His skin looked better almost at once, a tone darker, but not back to full health. I smiled, taking my hand off his shoulder and watching the man eat. Strength and stability returned to his hand, and when all that wa slept was the apple's core, he lay back down peacefully.
"Thank you, my boy," he mumbled. Even his voice was healthier. "I feel much better already."
I turned to my friends, unable to stop smiling. Javer still looked as confused as a sheep atop a pine tree. Sophie returned my smile, a million questions in her eyes and lips. The Healer nodded thankfully, apparently being the only one who fully understood what had happened.
Nothing made me happier than what I'd accomplish. Well, that wasn't totally true. She had made me feel happier, somehow. But not even faraway memories of her could take the smile off my face.
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3rd Person POV
Unnoticed by the five inside, a figure peered into the room. He couldn't see much, as Javer stood in the way. Frustrated, the shape moved to another window. Thomas picked up the apple, and held it up. The sneak's green eyes widened as gold and light crawled from the young man's fingertips, covering the apple slowly.
Jaw lying on the floor, the figure watched the miracle the way a crow watches popcorn drop to the ground. Once the fruit was encased with valuable metal, the boy opened his eyes and offered it to Stockton. The sneak quickly hid behind the house's closest pillar. The figure still couldn't believe it. Whatever that boy had done... it was what the figure looked for its entire life.
It would solve everything.
The figure walked away as nonchalant as possible, entering his cobblestone-and-plank house. Throwing the books off the desk, the sneak took a sheet of paper from its drawer. It began scribbling notes, understandable to a certain degree. Thoughts were running rampant in its head. The figure knew two things for certain as it planned.
Javer had brought the boy back. And the boy was touched with gold.
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Author's Notes
This made me feel great. The whole chapter, not just that last bit. I had been having an awful couple of days while writing this, and adding the final words washed everything away for a moment. Hmm... maybe I'll use that somewhere... :P
Also I Maybe sorta went past 5k again... but only by 600 words this time. :P
It looks like our hero and grumpy skeleton girl are both missing each other the same. Although, for the moment, neither one seems to mind the absence of their opposite half. Let's hope they don't bum out quickly, eh?
And who is this mysterious spy? What is their goal?
Thank you all for your patience and support. Have an awesome day!
~ LeMafiaKreb
