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The girl nodded. “I can.” She pushed herself to her feet. She was not very tall, she was swimming in the coat she had borrowed. The sleeves extended far past he hands. She looked toward the castle, and began to walk in that direction. The hem of the coat dragged in the snow behind her.
“I am Dzel.” She said. “I am not a barbarian.” She smiled a little bit at the suggestion, as if Will had made a joke. “I am Dame Dzel.”
As they walked toward the castle it would loom far overhead. They were on a plateau of land below the plateau of land the castle stood upon. There was a rough craggy rock face. Would they need to climb it in order to reach the castle?
Will, after some searching, would find a hole in the cliff-face. There had been a crack and the rock had fallen away to reveal a tunnel or hall of some sort. Inside were rusting bars of tempered iron that ran parallel to stairs carved into the stone. The hall led up and into the bowels of the rock.
Which way was the safer? Did the tunnel lead anywhere at all? Or would it collapse as they traveled through it.
Was the cliff too slippery to traverse? Would the wind pick them off the cliff?
Will had a choice…
Alexander
The girl scowled, drawing back the string on her bow, her face filled with rage. “I don’t answer to you anymore! There is only one government. You're all rotten and you've crossed the line. My family… My friends… Glenn… Pierre… ” For a moment a deep sadness crossed her face, interrupting her scowl. “... I don’t know what you’ve done and I don’t care. Fuck you!”
There was a twang, and a woosh.
She let the arrow fly.
Alex
The man flinched as the hands imbued with fire energy touched him. They burned his pale skin. The man threw his shoulder, violently turning away from Alex. He shuddered for a moment on the ground. Then, he began to crawl.
Gemma
They were soon out of the city, passing by empty countryside on their way to the foot of the mountain. It seemed to get colder as they approached, yet, with what Gemma was sensing it would feel more and more uncomfortable.
“Why not Russia?” Twain shook his head. “I don’t have a good answer to that one, kid. MOON is a pretty independent team, they don’t report back often. They have excuses to skip reports and miss important meetings… like… they don’t want some rat on the inside compromising their investigations or some crap…. They are forgiven, because they always get results. They are good, Gem. They never get caught....”
The hum of the engine was the only sound for miles, they were entering no-man's land. “Guess not anymore…”
“Twain! They weren’t good they were stuck-up.” Zesiro looked up from his handheld-gaming-device to comment. “Overconfident. Probably weren’t careful enough.They fucked up and got themselves stranded. Now we’ve got to go chasing after their ghosts and clean up their mess. Sucks.”
“Don’t say that Zes. They might not be dead.”
“Wanna bet?”
Twain said nothing in return and kept driving.
The girl nodded. “I can.” She pushed herself to her feet. She was not very tall, she was swimming in the coat she had borrowed. The sleeves extended far past he hands. She looked toward the castle, and began to walk in that direction. The hem of the coat dragged in the snow behind her.
“I am Dzel.” She said. “I am not a barbarian.” She smiled a little bit at the suggestion, as if Will had made a joke. “I am Dame Dzel.”
As they walked toward the castle it would loom far overhead. They were on a plateau of land below the plateau of land the castle stood upon. There was a rough craggy rock face. Would they need to climb it in order to reach the castle?
Will, after some searching, would find a hole in the cliff-face. There had been a crack and the rock had fallen away to reveal a tunnel or hall of some sort. Inside were rusting bars of tempered iron that ran parallel to stairs carved into the stone. The hall led up and into the bowels of the rock.
Which way was the safer? Did the tunnel lead anywhere at all? Or would it collapse as they traveled through it.
Was the cliff too slippery to traverse? Would the wind pick them off the cliff?
Will had a choice…
Alexander
The girl scowled, drawing back the string on her bow, her face filled with rage. “I don’t answer to you anymore! There is only one government. You're all rotten and you've crossed the line. My family… My friends… Glenn… Pierre… ” For a moment a deep sadness crossed her face, interrupting her scowl. “... I don’t know what you’ve done and I don’t care. Fuck you!”
There was a twang, and a woosh.
She let the arrow fly.
Alex
The man flinched as the hands imbued with fire energy touched him. They burned his pale skin. The man threw his shoulder, violently turning away from Alex. He shuddered for a moment on the ground. Then, he began to crawl.
Gemma
They were soon out of the city, passing by empty countryside on their way to the foot of the mountain. It seemed to get colder as they approached, yet, with what Gemma was sensing it would feel more and more uncomfortable.
“Why not Russia?” Twain shook his head. “I don’t have a good answer to that one, kid. MOON is a pretty independent team, they don’t report back often. They have excuses to skip reports and miss important meetings… like… they don’t want some rat on the inside compromising their investigations or some crap…. They are forgiven, because they always get results. They are good, Gem. They never get caught....”
The hum of the engine was the only sound for miles, they were entering no-man's land. “Guess not anymore…”
“Twain! They weren’t good they were stuck-up.” Zesiro looked up from his handheld-gaming-device to comment. “Overconfident. Probably weren’t careful enough.They fucked up and got themselves stranded. Now we’ve got to go chasing after their ghosts and clean up their mess. Sucks.”
“Don’t say that Zes. They might not be dead.”
“Wanna bet?”
Twain said nothing in return and kept driving.