Bracken had a troubled look on his face ever since the words 'dark horn' left Seth's mouth. Now the young hero felt guilty, watching his friend rub his forehead and furrow his brow, pacing now and again and thinking.
"You should eat something," Seth suggested, holding out a taco to Bracken and waving it in the unicorn's direction.
Warren crunched on his taco noisily and shoveled carnitas in his mouth relentlessly, he only paused to grunt and say, "Ish goob fff ou eeh shompin!"
"What?" Seth stared blackly at Warren, hardly believing what Warren just said was in English.
Vanessa rolled her eyes and sighed. "'It's good if you eat something' is what he said."
"You speak mouthful?" Seth stared in wonder at the Narcoblix, "Wow."
"Yes, it's one of the languages I was forced to learn while being with this guy," She pointed accusingly at Warren, "While on Knight of the Dawn missions together."
"Oh, I forgot you two had worked together in the past." Seth said, watching the two adults and attempting to see them as young Knights of the Dawn working side-by-side.
Bracken came back to the table and held up a piece of paper with a very detailed drawing of the world on it done in crayons.
"Bracken, is that what you used the restaurant kid crayons for?" Seth asked, scanning the drawing, marveling at its perfection.
"Yes, now." Bracken lay the map down on the table.
A bean dropped from Warren's open mouth onto the drawing, they all stared at it for a second, and then looked at Warren. "Sowwy." He mumbled, chewing quickly and swallowing.
"Anyway," Bracken continued, "All the red dots you see here are all the places I know the horn has previously been to."
"Wait," Seth raised his hand a little, "So you're saying the horn has legs and can walk around?"
Bracken shook his head, "The horn is currently owned by a secret organization called the Dark Night."
"I've never heard of them." Warren stated, shrugging his shoulders.
"It's a secret organization, of course you wouldn't have." Bracken sighed.
"Actually, nowadays a lot of 'secret organizations' are no longer secret." Seth concurred.
"Alright, but I know of it." Bracken reaffirmed, "And many of the member's identities are known to me.
The horn is usually responsible for the most devastating catastrophes in history. Like Natural disasters, wars, and illnesses. Though, in the past, it was also demons causing those things, the ones you defiantly can't overlook, the tragedies that stay with people for centuries, are the ones the horn is capable of igniting."
"Like… Pompeii!" Seth exclaimed.
"Yes, Pompeii is one. Another is World War One and Two, as well as almost any war that has stepped the land in blood a thousand times over. Terrorist acts, oppressions, terrifying, brilliant leaders. They all are influenced by the dark horn."
"So where should we look if the horn is moved around by this… society?" Vanessa asked, studying the map and noting the patterns of the red dots.
"Our best chance is to go where unrest is today. Unfortunately, that could be a lot of places, and they are all dangerous. We would be walking straight into a war zone."
"But we don't have any other options, do we?" Seth said, a lump of mucus forming in his throat.
"Actually, we might." Bracken argued. "If I can track one of the members of the Dark Night, I might be able to get some information out of them."
Vanessa nodded, "I like this plan better. So who can we get our hands on?"
Bracken drummed his fingers on the table as her thought, "I killed him, I killed them, he's dead, she's dead, they're dead, hmm, and they might all be dead. If only Raxtus hadn't eaten Navarog, I might still…"
"Navarog? He was in the society? If Raxtus hadn't eaten him he would've killed Kendra."
"Navarog! You mean that God-dang, betraying, son of a demon?! He speared me in the chest!"
"You met him?" Bracken inquired, surprised.
"Yes, though, he posed as a dragon tamer and a Knight of the Dawn. He betrayed us and hurt Warren and got Kendra to like him."
"What?...That bastard." Bracken gritted his teeth in anger and clenched his fist, his composure gone. "Why does he always…?" The unicorn sighed heavily and picked up the crayon drawing of the world. "There still might be one alive…here." He pointed to a spot on the map.
They all leaned in and looked to where he was pointing.
"Egypt?"
"Cairo, Egypt."