Well, this chapter might be a bit confusing, but I would love to know how you felt about it. I'd like to thank The Fantasy Name Generator for the name 'Oshogo'. I would have been lost without it. If you haven't completed the game (Know about Prompto's past) then you may not understand the foreshadowing that takes place in this chapter. Enjoy~

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Chapter 5 ~ Great Oshogo

Sen stands with a sigh and walks over to sit in the armchair. "Quinn and I have the ability to influence the minds of beasts. Only through extreme experimentation and incredible stress did it become possible to use this magic. Quinn still has a while before she can attain her true prowess. At the moment, I am a better castor than she; however, my abilities are flawed. She was four years after myself, and thus, has the abilities created with machinery and technology four years superior."

"You guys were experiments?"

"Yes. My testing and awakening was far easier than hers," He looks over to Silver as she inspects the work at the table, paying little to no attention to what they are saying.

"Easier?"

"I have no idea what she told you guys about her muteness," Sen hints at.

"I think she told Ignis, but I have no idea."

"Beast and daemon blood. All kinds. Mixed and concentrated, mutated and evolved, ingested, infused, injected. You ever want to see the girl freak out, show her a needle. Actually, I wouldn't do that if I were you. The last fellow that did is buried in a few pieces. Several different types of machines were used. We had intensive training too—how to fight, how to survive in the wild, a specialized language. That is what she writes in by the way." He feels around the coffee table until his hand finds a few stray papers.

"Quinn," Sen calls and waits for her to come over. "Write for him, 'I am a Hunter'." She sighs and does as he asks.

"Gladio's sister said she could read this. She said there were two translations to what Silver had written," Prompto takes the paper to look it over.

"In a way, she was correct. The language written there is a variation of Oesesh. It does not have a name. Most people who can read Oesesh, may also be able to roughly translate our written language. Because there is such a rough translation, there are often two or more variations of a translation."

Prompto looks at Sen and then Silver, "How come she understands English, but can't write it? I mean it would be so much easier to talk to her if she could write for us."

"Some people find that they can hear and read a language quite well, but when forced to write it themselves, it can prove to be quite difficult. I had been slowly teaching her, but once I lost my eyesight, it became difficult. I bet she just didn't want to make a fool of herself, so she just didn't try."

"She wrote something for me once, when she scared everyone in Lestallum," Prompto happily reveals. Sen gives a chuckle. "I think she enjoys making us guess her words. She does think it's hilarious to write vulgar things."

"Quinn, are you misbehaved?" She crosses her arms at her brother and looks away. Sen may have laughed at her if he was able to see. "Well Quinn, you just wait. I'll be finished soon. How's about this, Prompto, was it? Take the prototype. You might not be able to hear her, but you will at least be able to understand her sometimes."

Sen walks over to the dining table and feels around for the small earpiece. He comes back and holds his hand out, not quite sure where Prompto was standing. The blond takes it and gives it a onceover. "Now, all you have to do is put that on." Prompto does as Sen says and puts the earpiece on.

"Quinn, something simple please," Sen instructs. Silver rolls her eyes and tries to calm her mind to one simple thing. She smiles at Prompto before closing her eyes.

White light begins to disappear over the distant mountains. Yellow turns to hues of orange, red and pink across the sky, alighting it with a rich variety of color. Fluffy clouds, once white now golden and pink, float lazily through the sky, shifting and changing their forms. Mountains the color of pale blue span across the horizon. Grass lush and green with an orange shine glows in the expanse of hills. Birds fly high in the sky as a lone Coeurl sits looking towards the dying light. His long whiskers flowing gently in the breeze much like the lush grass.

"It's so beautiful," Prompto whispers in awe.

"Quinn does have a knack for thinking of beautiful things. What did you see?" Sen questions.

"A sunset that I wish I could capture in a photo. The most beautiful one I have ever seen," Prompto answers, still trying to keep the image in his mind. Silver giggles as she lets the image fade. "You made this?" He turns to Sen.

"Yes. I have used some of the beast tamer magic to link the tag on her dog tags to the earpiece. Since beast tamer magic has the ability to influence a beast's mind, I figured I could try to use it to connect to the minds of others. Do a justice for me, and do not let anyone get their hands on that. Should you no longer want it, return it to Quinn."

"Of course," Prompto assures him.

"I must be getting back to work then. I can try to make the new model a bit different. Maybe I can make an earing. That could be useful." Sen stands and returns to the table.

Prompto looks to Silver, "You know English huh?" She gives a sheepish smile and looks away. "Well, let's go use this awesome prototype!"

"Please do so in another room," Sen calls to them from the table. Silver nods and walks over to Sen's room. "Quinn, you better not touch any of my things!" She giggles as she walks into his room.

The bed was made and neat, though the blankets did not match the pillows or the sheets in color or pattern. The dressers were clean and had nothing on top. His desk, although extremely messy with pieces for prototypes and a few tapes that he had recorded notes on, was very organized. The desk was cluttered, but the kind of cluttered that you know where everything is.

Silver sits cross-legged on the bed and Prompto rolls the chair over. "So you and Sen were experiments?" She nods and closes her eyes, focusing on the images of her childhood. Prompto closes his eyes as well. He sees through Silver's eyes in a world she brings to existence through memory.

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Bleak metal walls could be seen all around. The metal walls so distinctly burned within the image. The slightly rusted rivets and bolts keeping them together. The darkness of the corners the one light in the middle of the ceiling does not reach to. The metal sliding door with red lights, showing it was locked to people below level ten security clearance.

Although Prompto can see and hear, when the view shifts to look down to his hands, he finds that he is watching through Silver's eyes. She shifts her view to the door as it flashes green. She stands and backs up to the darkened corner of the wall. A man in a white lab coat comes in. He holds a shock baton in one hand and a tray of needles in the other.

"Please not the needles!" She manages to yelp out in the specialized language. Her voice was squeaky and meek, revealing how young she was. She must have been perhaps five or six in this memory. The man in the lab coat looks at her through his round glasses, "Number Thirteen, shall I tell Mr. Elkin you have been speaking again? You are fully aware of the consequences brought about when a subject speaks."

He walks closer and sets the needles on a table. He grabs her arm and begins to pull her closer, despite her struggle to get away. "Now, now Thirteen. If you are behaved, then perhaps we will postpone the enhancement until tomorrow." She pulls his arm close to her and bites down, hard.

The scientist talks into the communicator on his wrist, "Mr. Elkin, I would like authorization to begin the enhancement now." The voice comes through the wrist communicator a bit fuzzy, but understandable, "She a bit feisty for your liking? Do what you please, just don't rough her up too badly."

She gulps as the scientist leaps towards her and catches her by the hair. He pulls her out the door and down several hallways before roughly depositing her in a room with an operation table. The door locks behind her and she is left to be alone in the room. The walls are the same, however, the room is much brighter, being as how there were operations in this room quite frequently. She looks around a bit and sees a large mirror on one of the walls. She was smart, knowing that was a two-way mirror.

"Thirteen, please place yourself on the table. Do not make me remind you of the consequences of doing things the difficult way," The scientist's voice comes through an intercom. She gives a sigh as her vision blurs with tears. She gets onto the table and lies on her back.

Several other scientists come in and begin the work of securing her wrists and ankles to the table. She looks to see the vials of blood and essences being pumped into her veins. She screams as the blood burns its path through her ordinary blood, her breath hitching once it makes its way into her heart.

Her last thing she had seen before her vision went dark was the metal ceiling and the vials of various liquids in the corners of her eyes. She could hear the voices of the scientists talking about the relief they no longer need to listen to her cries.

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Prompto opens his eyes with a gasp as he looks around in the room. It all felt so real, so when she finally did black out in that memory, he had snapped back to reality so very quickly. She places a hand on his shoulder to help him come back to reality. Prompto rubs his hands over his arms to get rid of his chills. "That was awful." She gives him an apologetic smile.

She looks over when she hears the door click. "Quinn, get your shoes off my bed." She growls at him and unlaces her boots before sending one towards him. Sen dodges quite easily but frowns when the boot hits the coffee table in the living area. "It is quite late Quinn. This is my dwelling area. Please escort yourself to the couch."

Silver frowns and gets up. She gives a growl as she walks past her brother with Prompto in tow. He leans closer to her as they walk, "You have to sleep on the couch? Don't you live here too?" She points to the couch and gives a sigh before sitting down on it. She waits until her brother closes the door and looks around a bit. Silver stands and holds her hand out to Prompto. He takes it a bit nervously, and she gives a sly smile when she sees the faint pink adorn his cheeks.

She takes him outside to the clearing and takes a look around. "I don't think we should be going out while it's dark. The daemons could come out at any moment!" She turns to him and uses her free hand to motion him to be quiet. She continues to drag him after her as she wanders farther into the thick-forested area.

After about fifteen minutes of walking through the dark, they arrive at a small clearing with a small cave opening. It was tall enough that they could both walk in without having to crouch too much, and wide enough that they could have walked side by side.

Deep growling comes from within, but it soon halts once Silver growls back. A shimmer of blue light and her gauntlet is on her free hand. Her other hand still keeps Prompto's in its grasp, else she would accidently lose him in the darkness. Her claws begin to glow orange and illuminate the cave with a dim light.

She wanders to a tall alter of sorts with a large bowl on top. She manifests a ball of fire and lets it drop into the bowl. Flames erupt out of it and begin to alight the whole chamber. Red runes swirl into existence on the walls as the fire begins to die down. Prompto looks around to see the chamber alight with the red runes and takes in its dimensions.

The chamber is round and the walls curve into a bowl shape, much like they were trapped under some sort of bowl. The middle of the room where the rocky ceiling was about ten feet tall had a fire pit that soon began to glow as fire licked at the wood placed there. The back of the chamber had another tunnel leading deeper. Large claws and glowing eyes watched carefully from the shadows of the tunnel.

Silver makes the kiss noise in the air a few times and lightly claps her hands. The beast emerges and walks over. Francis looks at them both and curls up next to the fire. "You live here?" She nods. Silver motions for him to stay put as she runs off to the back room. She comes back with a pillow and a purple blanket. Both look to have seen better days, but they were still clean and in useable condition.

Silver sits in front of Francis and leans back on his flank. He turns and moves so that he can rest his head on her lap. She giggles and pets his large nose. "You really live here? How come you don't live in the house with your brother?" She gives a shrug and pats Francis on the head.

Prompto decides to sit beside her, carefully moving the Coeurl's tail out of the way. He pulls out his camera and goes through some of the photos with her. She giggles at all the photos he has saved from their trip from before they met Silver. She laughs when she spots a photo of Cindy. "Do you know her?" Silver nods with a giggle.

Silver closes her eyes to remember the memory in detail, and Prompto realizes he had nearly forgot he had the earpiece.

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Silver looked around at the hot deserts of hammerhead. She walks in the sweltering heat as her knee-high boots protect her from the burning pavement. Her cloak was protecting her from the sun, but it did little to help with the heat. The heavy black fabric actually made it worse—so much so that she considered taking it off.

She made it to the diner and sat down. She handed a flier to Takka and he brings her a large glass of water. "Howdy," Silver turns her attention to a blonde woman. She watches carefully as the scantily dressed blonde takes a seat beside her. "Paw Paw says I shouldn't be talkin' to hun'er boys on account y'all don't usually act friendly. I can't help myself. Y'all are just so interestin'."

Silver looks to Cindy and then to Takka. He gives a chuckle, "Your out of luck, Cindy. This one doesn't talk." Cindy leans on the counter and looks beside her at the hooded figure. "So, you're the mysterious 'n silent type huh?" Silver gives a polite smile at the overly interested mechanic.

"Can a gal at least get yer name?" Silver carefully unhooks her hunter's tags and shows the one with her name, careful to keep the photo tag hidden. "Quinn?" Silver shakes her head. "Ya go by Xenova then? That's a purdy unusual name, fella." Silver just shrugs her shoulders.

"Well I'll be right o'er there in the garage. Ya feel free to come stoppin' by some time, ya here?" Cindy gives a playful wink as she stands and walks out of the diner with a bit more swing in her hips than usual. Silver rolls her eyes and continues to sip her water.

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"She flirts with you, but every time I flirted with her, she pretended to have no idea!" Prompto crosses his arms. Silver snickers and closes her eyes again, to give Prompto a visual suggestion. He gets the image in his mind: He wears a long black cloak and a pair of dog tags around his neck. "I should be a hunter?" Silver nods. Silver closes her eyes again to imagine a scene.

Prompto widens his eyes slightly as her thoughts shift to her with her claws on her hands and her long cloak on. Her hood is off and she strikes a pose like a bear would hold its paws ready for an attack. Prompto stands behind her and slightly to the side with two pistols. One is held pointing in the air, and the other out to the side. The image he gets is like a photo, viewing them both straight on as if they were on some sort of poster.

"You want to be a team?" She nods. She holds up her hand and her gauntlet appears. She pretends to hold a gun in the other hand. "Close range and long range. It would work perfectly!" She giggles at his enthusiasm. She yawns and lightly pokes Francis on the nose to get him to move. He stretches out some and lies on his side. Prompt gets up and moves to the other side of the fire with the pillow and blanket given to him.

Silver curls up in the fetal position with her back pressed against Francis' furry belly. Prompto looks at her curling up to the large feline beast. If he had come across her in the wild, he would think she was feral—her inability to talk, her growling and other animalistic noises, her ability to commune with most beasts.

He lies on the ground. The ground was cold, but the fire kept him warm. The ground was a bit difficult to get comfortable on, but he was used to it by now since they had done an awful lot of camping since they began their journey. He closes his eyes and gives a content sigh.

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Prompto looks around to see a field of knee-high golden grass. A large tree reaches to the sky beside him, supplying him shade. The wind blows from behind, waving the grass to make it look as a golden sea. The sky is orange and pink in the dying light. He walks through the grass and further from the tree into the seemingly endless fields of the golden grass.

Birds chirp as they fly through the air. He looks around a bit more, spinning in a slow circle to look around. The endless fields slowly begin to change and as he walks, he arrives at a massive lake. The water sparkles as the blue hues change and flow about lazily. He walks closer until he notices an alter of sorts about fifty feet away in the water.

He looks to the side when he hears footsteps. Silver wears an elegant black dress with flowing silk ribbons. Her shoulders are bare and the hem is just above the ground, rippling so it looks alive. Her regular knee high boots could be seen underneath. The back of her dress has a large silver dagger stitched onto it. He cannot help but think it looks so familiar.

"Silver," he calls out to her. She looks at him from the corner of her eye as she passes by slowly and eloquently. She takes a step onto the water calmly, as it begins to freeze beneath her feet. She walks to the alter and up the steps. Her dress grows longer and flowing around her as if she were under water. She lifts her hands in the air from her sides, with her palms up, as if she were praising to the sky.

Prompto steps back when an ear-piercing roar resonates in the world of golden fields and blue water. The water ripples as more roaring fills the air. Prompto squints as two black horns protrude from the water. The horns are followed by a Dragon's head. Its eyes each as big as a behemoth. The black scales shimmer with a royal sapphire light, the same sapphire hue as its reptilian eyes. It rises up from the water. The serpentine body seems to go on forever as it weaves its head around.

The whole dragon was enormous, and Silver was like a mouse. The dragon had large black wings every thousand feet or so on its body. The wings flap every so often, keeping its body suspended above water. If Prompto had to guess, there was still a good portion of its body under the water.

"How dare you disrupt me again, Quinn," The dragon's mouth opens and closes slowly as its voice booms through the air. "Oshogo," She answers, "I ask a favor." Prompto gasps as he hears her voice. Her voice was strong and authoritative yet sweet and ladylike. "My road ahead is long. It is dangerous. Please, lend me your strength once again, Great Oshogo!"

"I have granted a wish for you once. You have used the weapons as ordinary blades rather than the unholy blades they were forged as. I cannot assist you further without something in return."

Silver bows, getting on her hands and knees. She yells out, "I shall forfeit ten years! However long my original life span was meant to be, I relinquish ten years."

"Fabricated," The dragon begins, "Man-made, Chimera-blooded: Child of Oshogo. Your resolve is payment enough," Oshogo's eyes glow an electric blue. "Quinn Xenova, I, the Great Oshogo, grant your request." A shimmering blue light appears before the alter and Silver raises her head to look at it.

A sword floats in the air. It's made of the same metal her claws are. It's tall, about the height of Silver. The blade has a jagged, slightly curved cross-guard, offering plenty of protection for the owner's hands and thus her life. The cross-guard has an intricate skull on each side, certainly a unique decoration for a blade.

She reaches out and takes the enormous great sword from the sky. It disappears with a shimmer of blue light. Oshogo bares his teeth to Silver and his eyes glow electric blue again. Her feet leave the ground as if gravity has left her. "Child of Oshogo, continue on this new journey. I foresee a drastic catastrophe and darkness in your future. Take this sword and embark on your journey with great strides."

"I am forever in your debt, Great Oshogo."

"Quinn," The dragon's voice becomes friendlier and less stern, "You are of my blood—a true child of Oshogo. Please, remain safe." Silver reaches out her hand and Oshogo moves his head closer until fingers brush gently across the massive scales of its muzzle. "Thank you, Oshogo."

She drifts backwards and onto the white marble of the alter. Oshogo roars into the sky and ascends into the clouds in a spiral motion. His tail, four enormous and elongated translucent fins, emerges from the water and disappears into the sky before he comes rushing back into the water to disappear until he is next called.

Silver turns to look at Prompto and holds a finger to her lips. A blue swirl around her and she is gone. The world around him turns dark. He looks around to see absolute darkness, much like floating in non-existence. He feels warm and humid air on his face and looks around.

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Why can Silver speak? Are they really in a dream? What will Prompto wake up to? Will Cindy ever get to know Silver and find out she was flirting with a woman? What about all the blood experimentations? Who experimented on these two poor children? Who really is Oshogo? Is Sen really who he says he is? Is Silver really happy to see her brother?

Find out in Chapter 6: "Midgardsormr"!

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