Moe woke up in the middle of a dungeon. It seemed to smell like rotten eggs. There was a small mirror and two goblins guarding his gate. He searched his pockets for his small knife, but it couldn't be found. He checked the secret pouch Battista had sown in for him and there was his small, backup knife. He left it in the pouch for now.

He moved closer towards the mirror. He looked into it and saw his reflection, atleast he thought it was his. His face had been slashed in many places, and his back had almost been ripped open from all the scars. His right arm appeared to be broken.

"Why am I in hear? What did I do wrong?" Moe asked the goblins. His voice seemed to be tired, worn out.

The goblins gave him a sneer and then only gave him the answer "You will see."

Moe looked around an noticed a few small twigs inside his cell. He grabbed them and used them to create a splint. At least now his arm could rest for a bit.

"Come with us!"

Moe followed the goblins, heading into a dark room.

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Resa continued moving, hoping Meggie or Moe were close by. Her unborn child continued to make Resa's journey even harder. Eventually she reached the exit of the woods, but the wrong exit.

"Damn it! I went the wrong way! I knew I should have gone to that burning tree!" Resa continued to curse under her breath. She looked up and could still see some of the black leaves of the burnt tree meaning that someone had put out the fire before the tree went to ashes. She followed the direction of the tree, each step harder to take. Each breath hurting her more than the last, but she knew she couldn't stop now. She had to keep moving and had to find Moe and Meggie.

Doria left Roxane and the Barn Owl, heading towards Resa's tent. He noticed she had left half way through the second song. He entered the tent, but she wasn't there. She checked the nearby lake and again, she wasn't there. Suddenly he knew where she was. Looking for Meggie and Moe. And then a sudden pain of guilt swept over Doria. He knew that the whole time Meggie had been missing he had been sitting in camp, enjoying the music that Roxane sang while Meggie could have been in huge trouble or worse… dead.

Doria quickly packed some food, a sword, a bow he had made, and some light armour. He then wrote a note to leave for Roxane. Meggie had tought her how to write but he still wasn't great at it. He knew he had misspelled a few words. His note said:

Dear Roxane,

Im sorry for leeving yoo and the Barn Owl alone. I had to go and serch for Meggie. She is somewhere in these woods, alone. I have brought food and weapons. I hope that yoo and the Barn Owl wood stay here and not venture out. Theese woods could be danger at nite! I will be back, and I will bring Meggie and Moe and Resa and Dustfinger and Farid with me! Yes Resa has gone alone in too the wood. Pleese don't go out following me, I can handle any nitemares that come close.

From,

Doria

He carefully put the letter in his tent, hoping she would be able to read the words he spelt wrong. He knew Roxane would check his tent soon as she noticed he left. With all of the supplies he had, he quickly left into the darkness of the woods, with hope to find everyone, love for Meggie, and trust in Roxane not to follow him.

Dustfinger saw the old house, and quickly moved towards it. He had a bad feeling about it, but also a feeling that Moe was in there, somewhere. There were no guards outside the house, but he kept his hand on his dagger just in case there were some inside. He couldn't use his fire because it would draw to much attention to him.

He noticed one boy, around Meggies age on the roof of the house. His face seemed sad or angry. Dustfinger looked at him with suspision. He noticed he was wearing the suit of a Fire Dance, red and black. Then suddenly he knew who it was.

"Farid! Where's Meggie? Have you found her?"

"Im sorry Dustfinger."

"What?"

Suddenly Farid jumped off the roof, landed on his feet, and started to call upon the flames, making them dance in his hand.

"Farid, what are you doing?!? This is no time for games!"

"Im sorry." At that moment Farid shot the ball of flames at Dustfinger. Dustfinger quickly dodged the fire ball, and knew his apprentice wasn't playing around anymore. He began talking to the flames, making them grow in his hand. If it was a fight Farid wanted then a fight he would get.

Farid seemed ready for Dustfingers fire ball coming at him, so he quickly dodged, and created a fire around the grass Dustfinger stood on. He quickly ran through the flames attempting to end this fight, and hit Dustfinger in the back of the head with his elbow, knocking him out for a while.

Dustfinger quickly called upon the flames around his feet, but they would not listen, they had a new master now. They started to become furious, setting everything around them on fire. They couldn't decide who their master was out of these two great fire dancers, so neither would control them.

Dustfingers face went pale, almost as pale as the white women. He continued to try to calm the flames, but the wouldn't listen anymore. In his attempt to calm them Dustfinger dropped his knife. He ignored it and continued calling upon the flames.

Farid noticed the flames were out of control but not even Dustfinger could calm them. He ran right into Dustfinger in an attempt to try and dodge the flame covered grass. Dustfinger fell to the ground, and at that moment the flames flickered, then died down, leaving the ground covered in ashes and burnt grass.

Farid stood up and rolled Dustfinger over getting ready to drag him into the house to his new master. Then suddenly he noticed a puddle of blood beside Dustfingers body. Farid quickly examined him and then began to sob. Dustfinger had landed on the knife when he fell. He face was pale, lifeless. His blood continued to flow from his body onto the burnt grass.

Farid quickly jumped back to the roof and returned with a big bandage. He rapped it around Dustfingers wound. Farid continued to cry, knowing that the blood on the ground was his fault. His own master was just about dead because of him. These were tears of guilt and sadness. Now there was nothing left for Farid back at camp. He couldn't go back knowing the reason Dustfinger had been in this condition was all because of him. And then suddenly a thought as sickening as the blood on the ground hit him

Orpheus knew this all along, he planned this out. He knew now Farid would stay loyal to him, and Farid played right into his trap. Farid brought the lifeless Dustfinger into the house, sobbing.