Hearing everything from the faux-rapper Dominic — or as he called himself, Grandmaster D — Cerden was still coping with the fact that he almost died and even more so that dream that he had. It was definitely more than a dream. It was a memory and a bad one at that. It was a memory from when his father died and when he and his brother went through something so traumatic that it would serve as the catalyst of their bitter relationship. Well, more so Nomis being bitter to Cerden than the other way around.

[b]“Okay, so when were you going to tell me you had a brother?”[/b] Cerden asked Flora.

Flora sighed, [b]“It’s not like I was hiding it.” [/b]Flora said, rubbing her temples, [b]“but you see how he is. I have some dignity to keep, but it‘s not like you would understand.” [/b]Flora was trying to explain the situation to Cerden.

Cerden laughed, [b]“Oh believe I do. It’s just funny that you think you had to hide him. I mean, sure he’s a bit…--”

“Weird.”

“No, not weird..”

“Retarded.”

“Different. I was going to say different.”[/b]

As Flora and Cerden went back and forth on how they would describe Dominic, everyone could hear the door to Cerden’s room burst open as if someone had done it with great force. In the doorway stood a woman that Shinto or Dominic recognized. However, as for the other two in the room, they knew her quite well. One could even say that there was a lot of history between the three. The woman would acknowledge Flora, but once her gaze came to Cerden, her voice became loud and her tone a mix of anger and what could be described as hurt.

Cerden stood up, grunting as he did for he was still wounded from his beating received from his son. [b]“Tyra…”[/b] That’s all Cerden could say, but what else could he say? The woman standing in front of him was the one person that, aside from Flora, Nomis and his own son, that he cared deeply for. 

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When his uncle told him that whether it was of physical or mental status, Caleb’s mother was dead to him. Nomis’ reasoning was simply because she wasn’t there for all the years that Caleb had been alive. The young teen, while slightly disappointed in what his uncle had told him, he silently admitted to himself that Nomis must have been telling the truth. Even if that woman that claimed to be his mother was infact who she claimed she was, there was still the fact that she left when he was born and clearly had no love for him whatsoever. 

[b]“You’re right, Uncle.”[/b] Caleb said as he felt his uncle’s hand on his shoulder.

When his uncle would say that they had much work to do, Caleb nodded and walked along with Nomis and few hooded scientists out from the palace hallway and through the several passageways that led to the main path which led them all to the Palace Gates. As they would exit the palace and thus make their way into the desert, they saw a ship up in the sky and one of the hatches from the ship opened, revealing a group of masked figures stepping out from it. As they did, there was some tall and rather wide object that they were carrying. Caleb could hear some form of liquid, but he did not know exactly what it was. Whatever it was, it seemed it was what Nomis needed, so that was when, along with Nomis, Caleb, and the hooded scientists, the new group of masked figures joined them on their way back to the palace.

Starting to walk back, Caleb heard his uncle starting to talk about the creature would needed to be captured again and he would stress the blame solely on Ryoko, which Caleb agreed. It was indeed her fault that the factory got broken into and that she allowed the intruders to not only get into the core of the factory, but also completely wreck any plans that the Empire had for the factory itself.About halfway to the Palace, Nomis would request that Caleb have their spies report in any information about anyone who does not fit the bill of Agrabah’s…unique skin tone. [b]“Yes Uncle. I‘ll get started right away.”[/b] Caleb said as he would depart from his uncle and would hop off to other areas of the City.

As he jumped from building to building, completely evading the public eye in the process, Jumping enough buildings, Caleb landed in the marketplace where all the shops and inns were at. He would start walking around, just trying to blend in with the crowds, he would eventually find himself turning a corner into an alleyway where street kids were and he eventually came to a stop after turning another corner to the right. He came to the view of three men dressed in Agrabah’s chosen attire. They had skin tones that matched the natives of Agrabah.

[b]“Master Caleb! How can we be of service to you?” [/b]Said one of the three.
[b]
“Jalop, Rolam, and Mohi — you three have been keeping your ears open, yes?”

“Indeed.”[/b] Said Ralam.
[b]
“Any news about outworlders lately?” 

“There have been many outworlders come to Agrabah. Some kids and some just like you, Caleb.”

“Like me?”

“It is, how you say, blood relations.”

“Explain.”

“You know the three of us have unique skills of detection, so we know of the blood types many people. There were three that had your blood type. A mocha-skinned male with white hair, a female with purple, black, and white hair, and a male with red hair.”

“I see. And where are they? Do you know?”

“Basilisk Inn.”

“Thank you, Ralam.”[/b] Caleb said, [b]“I’ll be sure to tell my uncle that your debt has been paid.

“Thank you, Master Ca--”[/b]

Before any of them could even so much as a sound, Caleb impaled all three of them with tendrils of darkness that came to his beckon call as he waved his two arms. The tendrils pinned them to the wall and pierced right through their heart. [b]“You’re the ones to blame for this.”[/b] Caleb said as he walked away, leaving the three of them to die where they were.