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Chain was wandering the desert, looking at the vast desert and it's multiple swirling sand dunes. Seeing a large skeleton out in the wastes, he smiled, knowing that he had finally found a way to traverse the desert. Or, at least without getting more sand in his shoes. He hated sand. And it hates me. Fine! Be like that you stupid sand! Ahhh! It's getting in my head! And it's not even alive. Sweet fuck.

Shaking the rage and sand from his head, he summoned the beast lying in bones among the sand. His eyes turning black, the creature assembled old bones and joints. But not wanting to ride in agony on a bony back, he put forth a little more power and the creature soon had a thin layer of skin and muscle on it. And in a short moment the large wurm traversed the distance between them. Climbing on top of the undead wurm, he willed it to go across the desert.

After an hour of travelling, Chain soon arrived at his destination: The city of Gh'Olk. Only this once beautiful city was in shambles. Fire and chaos had ripped through and left it in a mess. Which left Chain confused. How does one almost destroy a city of the great empire of Jiy?

Well, time to find out.

Getting of his ride, he sent back the wurm, removing the life he had given it for the ride here. Adjusting the sword at his hip, feeling it's comfortable weight at his side, he set off into the once beautiful city.

In a matter of minutes, Chain entered the destroyed city, taking in all of the destruction and death. Walking down a once popular street, the necromancer didn't see anything alive. Fighting off the urge to throw up, Chain kept moving. Stopping, he came upon a shop, seeing it's contents spread all over the road. He entered, picking up a piece of pot, admiring the detailed work.

Such a shame. I loved this place. Now all that's left is…...rubble. I'm going to find the bastards that did this and kill them. Every. Single. One.

Chain was still checking out the store when he heard some movement. Pausing, he grabbed the hilt of his sword, and slowly made way to where the noise came from. Turning around a corner, he drew his sword, only to see the source of the noise: a little girl.

Sighing a relief, Chain knelt down to the little girl. She was small, blonde and scared. He asked in her language. "Where are your parents, young one?" The girl looked up and pointed. Chain turned and saw two bodies lying in a dried pool of blood. Frowning, he continued. "What happened here?"

The girl looked at him and said one word: "Thu'Lok."

Chain growled. That warlord has been a nuisance to this plane for years, but Chain never thought he could do this.

"What is your name?" Chain asked, hoping to help her. She whispered to him. "Cecil."

"Well, Cecil, I'm here to help. I'll take you to the next city. Where you can be safe."

She smiled at him and stood up. Chain quickly followed suit and motioned her to follow. The two walked outside and he summoned a surge of power. He was about to summon that wurm when the girl whimpered. Chain stopped and looked down. "What's wrong?"

Cecil shook her head, and stood back from him. Sighing, Chain groaned. "Ugh, you don't like necromancers, huh? Fine, we can do this the hard way."

The girl came back and smiled. Chain could already feel his feet hurting. The nearest city was over five days away. Tightening his belt, he started the trek with the girl following close behind.

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Two days into the journey, and Chain wanted to yell. So much sand! He hated it so much, that he could feel each grain trying to find its way into his boots. The girl however, seemed to love it. She played in it every time they took a break. Oh, how he envied her. So happy. He growled and looked at the sky, and saw how low the lone sun was.

"Time to rest for the night, Cecil." The girl came near him, waiting for him to do the thing. He smiled and pulled out his bag, that could hold more supplies than a normal bag this size could contain. Chain reached in and pulled out a waterskin. Cecil laughed and clapped her hands. He then pulled out two bed rolls. He smiled when he heard the same laughter. Finally, he pulled out some fire materials.

Several minutes later and he had set up camp with a roaring fire going. Cecil sat near it, holding her tiny little hands out to keep warm. Sitting on her left, Chain just looked at the fire. He rather have no fire. It would be easier to spot them, and, well, he hated being warm. Or for that matter, near warm things. Yet he didn't know why he liked this plane. He just…..did.

He eyed the girl. "Can I ask you something?" when she didn't reply, he continued. "You know, it's hard being a necromancer. People see me and think 'Oh no, a death razer. Let's kill him' and I go 'No, I'm here to help' and they don't believe me half the time."

Cecil was still looking at the fire. Chain felt sadness roll through him. "My life has been a wild ride. Fighting demons and tyrants. Dictators and armies. Angels….." Chain paused, then looked at the sky, at the stars. "I hate angels. But I get there necessity. Each world needs balance. And that's something people seem to forget. Light and Dark must work together. Not separate. We are not enemies."

Still the girl did not respond. In fact she hasn't talked since she told him her name. Shrugging, he went to his bed sheet, finding the need to rest his eyes.

Their journey almost over, Chain and Cecil walked up into the city. Finding the nearest guard, Chain told him. "Get me the captain."

The man ran off and in a few moments later, a woman walked up to him. "I hear you're looking for me."

"Yes. I'm a traveller and just came Gh'Olk and found this little girl there," He locked eyes with the captain. "She need a new home."

The captain frowned and looked at the girl. "Fine. I'll see what I can do."

"Good. Can I say one last thing?" When the captain nodded, Chain bent down. "Cecil, this nice woman is going to give you a nice new home. And we'll never see each other again. But before you go, I have one last piece of advice: Never ever look back."

He stood up and was surprised that she hugged him. Smiling, he hugged her back and when she let go, Cecil ran to the captain. The captain looked at him. "What are going to do now?"

He smiled again. "I'm going after Thu'Lok."

And as he watched the captain frown, then shrug and walk off, Cecil in hand, Chain found himself smiling again. Cecil never looked back. Not once.