Okay, let's get the original team back together!
CHAPTER 13: A LONG JOURNEY IN SHORT STEPS
9 had never realized how fast the humans could get from place to place. Dylan and Caleb would be able to take a week's trip into a little more than an hour. After getting approximatly halfway to their destination, 9 realized another thing. Organic creatures seem to get tired very easily. Dylan told the stitches that they would take a short break, then finish the journey afterwords. 9, 7, and the twins set up one of their little camps, while Dylan and Caleb ate. 9 had also forgotten that organics had to eat, drink, and rest to sustain life. How could he have been created from the soal of a creature that was so different from himself?
9 decided to take this moment to thank 7 for making him a new lightstaff. 7 explained to him all of the features she had added. They exchanged in mild conversation, but then 9 went over to where Dylan and Caleb sat. He still had a few more questions. 9 debated asking many things: What was the world like before the war? What could he tell him about the humans? What about all the other creatures in the world? Had the war really made the entire planet as empty as the town they walked? 9 didn't feel like any of these questions were appropriate, so he settled on something else.
"So Dylan," he began, "Your father had said that you could preserve your life by making another set of...us."
"Yes..." Dylan responded, waiting for 9 to finish his question.
"Well, why are we going to get my friends back first? Didn't your father say it would be fatal to use the talisman directly?"
Dylan considered this for a moment. Out of all the stitches 9 was obviously the most curious.
"Well for one, I really want to meet the rest of your group." He told 9, "I also believe that since they had already been awoken with a soal, they should just need a touch of the spark to restore them back to life."
9 smiled, it seemed like the best answer he was going to get for now, so he was just about ready to go back to 7 when Dylan said.
"I think we should get back to traveling. I don't know how long the reviving process will take, or even if I can do it at this memorial you made for them."
9 turned to face him again.
"We could take them to your fathers old lab! That way, you'll have everything you need."
Dylan nodded at this, "Sounds like a plan."
It only took a few minutes to pack up the small camp. Dylan surprised the stitches with a saddle he had made for Caleb, that way it would be more comfortable to ride him.
He really is just like his father 9 thought. Being the third time that 9 had climbed on the beast he was much more at ease with riding him. It definately was a faster way to travel.
After another half hour of running the group reached their destination. A cloud of solomness arouse as they walked to the small memorial. All of the bodies had been preserved, since they were not made of flesh and bone, but the feeling of death and sorrow still lingered.
(A/N: I know that not all of the bodies might not have been able to be recovered, but it's just flows with the story easier, so don't bother me about it and just keep reading!)
9 didn't want to show the others the sadness on his face, especially Dylan. It must have been much worse to have his condition and then have to watch your entire world as you know it burn to ashes while you hid behind closed doors. What had Dylan said it was? Necrophobia: The fear of death. 9 knew that all creatures somewhat fear death, but it seemed much worse for Dylan. After a few moments of silence to pay their respects, 9 flashed.
7 realized what was occuring and quickly told Dylan about what 9 was expirencing, then told him that they must stay silent.
9 found himself floating in the void once again, surrounded by six spirits.
wait, six?
9 instantly knew who the final spirit was, and so 9 stood before his creator for the first time.
No words were exchanged, no information given. The spirits only silently affirmed 9 that he was on the right track. Soon the'd be together once again.