Twortz: "What actually is that?"

  Millard: "Not even I know. If happened shortly before the destruction of the Elementalists."

  Twortz: "So-" *She sounded intrigued, as if she was ready to ask more questions.*

  Millard: "You can find the history of this world when you're in Silver Wind Island." *He sarcastically yawned, implying he was tired.*

  Twortz: "I understand. I sincerely appreciate your assistance in helping me achieve this weapon."

  Millard: "And thankies for the frying pan! Can't wait to cook them eggs."

  Twortz: "That frying pan is probably very unsanitary."

  Millard: "Unsanitary? Bahahaha, bless you." *He chuckled and walked into the Spacial Funnel, causing his body to warp on the other side.*

  Twortz: *She looked down and continued to admire the violin.* "Now.. I just need to learn how to play the violin..."

  *Twortz smiled to herself and looked up, observing the memorising scene in the night sky.*

  Chapter 7: The Marshes' Monster

  *Trevour, Nathan, Luna and Destiny slept around the burning firewood, ignoring the rising sun.*

  Trevour: "Hermm.." *He slowly stretched his arms over his head, naturally making a moan of relief.*

  Champion: "Oh, you're awake." *She spoke in a high pitch of tone and stood in the clearing, staring up at the clouds.*

  Trevour: "Heh heh, sure am, miss." *He casually stood up, adjusting the armour he slept on.*

  *Trevour looked to his side, noticing Luna and Nathan cuddling each other in a comfortable appearing manner.*

  Destiny: "Yue, yue-ue-ue-ue-ue." *She slept in a ball in the middle of Luna and Nathan, purring in a snore-like manner.*

  Trevour: *He looked back to the champion, watching her stare into the sky.* "What are you doing, miss?"

  Champion: "Just admiring what isn't there."

  Trevour: "Sorry, miss?" *He hobbled up to the champion and looked up, staring into the sky.* "..."

  Champion: "What do you think?"

  Trevour: "It's just the sky..." *He shook his head.* "It's not my thing."

  Champion: "Oh my, that's understandable."

  Trevour: "It's nice and early. We should be at Silver Wind Island before lunch."

  Champion: *She smiled with her eyes closed.* "I'll probably take my leave half way through, if not, just at Silver Wind Island."

  Trevour: "Sounds like a fair organised ordeal."

  Champion: "What about Luna, Nathan and Destiny?"

  Trevour: "Their destiny?"

  Champion: "No, the new addition to our team."

  Trevour: "Oh, the Scoldrant! My bad, heh heh." *He awkwardly chuckled and turned around, facing the sleeping triplets.*

  Champion: (This won't end well-) *She thought to herself in an innocent-like manner and casually hobbled to the side.*

  Trevour: *He clapped several times with an upbeat attitude.* "Let's go, Luna, Nathan and Destiny-"

  Nathan: "Quiet." *He mumbled under his breath, as if he couldn't be bothered moving.*

  Trevour: "Heh heh, let's go, guys!-"

  Luna: "I'll shit in your face if you don't shut up." *She grunted with her eyes shut.*

  Trevour: "Just a sturdy push, and you'll be halfway to Silver-"

  *Nathan's sheathed sword hit Trevour on the forehead, causing him to stagger backwards in shock.*

  Trevour: *He rubbed his forehead in shock.* "Come on, everyone! We need to get up-"

  *Trevour watched a small rock spiral towards his head, causing him to sway his hand, bursting the rock into dirt.*

  Trevour: *He awkwardly chuckled with his eyes closed.* "You don't have any more projectiles-"

  *Destiny was thrown into Trevour's head, causing her to suddenly wake up.*

  Destiny: "Yeup?!" *She unintentionally scratched Trevour across the face in fright.*

  Trevour: "Wha-?!"

  Luna: "Aha-" *She smirked with her eyes closed, slowly lowering the arm she used to throw Destiny.*

  Trevour: "You villain! Using your poor own Scoldrant as a throwing weapon!" *He stamped his foot forward and pouted, causing Nathan to smirk.* "N-Not you too, sir?!"

  Champion: "Now that that little scene has finished, maybe we should leave some time soon?" *She hobbled behind Trevour, holding Nathan's sword in one hand and Destiny in the other.*

  Trevour: "I-I'm trying, miss."

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  *Lezard, Rachael and Karol slowly staggered out of the Spacial Funnel, stretching half-asleep as if they just woke up.*

  Rachael: *She crossed her arms and stretched them in an athletic-like manner.* "Good morning."

  Millard: *He squatted in the middle of the courtyard with his back facing the party.* "Good evening, my delicious children."

  Karol: *He sniffed several times.* "Yhummy, what's that smell?"

  Lezard: "It appears father monster is cooking us some succulent delicious eggs." *He giggled, shaking his bottom in excitement.*

  Karol: "I-I'm weally hungi."

  Rachael: "Hungi? Naww, that's cute."

  Karol: "Nee hee."

  Millard: "Got me some scrambled eggs in tha barbi." *He purposely spoke in a foreign accent, causing Rachael to chuckle.*

  Rachael: "Hehe, nice accent!"

  Millard: "Thankies."

  Lezard: *He flared his nose and sniffed the air, causing him to spiral like a ballerina.* "This smell, rouses the senses, bwarharh."

  Rachael: "Where's Twortz?"

  Millard: "She's over there-" *He pointed to a bush, drawing the party's attention towards it.*

  Lezard: "And father monster drew our attention to some sort of-" *He leant forward, squinting his eyes in disgust.* "A creature lurking in the bushes?"

  Rachael: "Oh man..." *She pulled an awkward face, watching Twortz snore, tangled up in bamboo vine-like bushes.*

  Karol: "Sh-She's even skcawier!"

  Lezard: "Her hair looks like the vines out of a sea serpent's crack!-"

  Millard: *He hissed in Twortz's general direction.* "I got a startle myself, I hobbled out, minding my own business and I noticed that-" *He waved his finger around Twortz's general direction.* "Scenario-"

  Rachael: *She silently stared at Twortz, as if she was embarrassed for her.* "..."

  Millard: "I was like, jinkies! This place didn't have a scarecrow last night!"

  Karol: "Nee hee."

  Rachael: "Hehe-" *She covered her mouth, as if she knew she shouldn't be laughing at that.*

  Millard: "My little monster. Could you please wake her up? She had a big night."

  Lezard: "Okies!" *He giggled and saluted with three fingers, emphasising his loyalty.*

  Millard: "Millard is sad, Razzymotto-"

  Lezard: "It's actually Razzypoo, gosh!"

  Rachael: "Hehe, I'd prefer Razzymotto over Razzypoo-"

  Lezard: *He gasped loudly while walking up to Twortz.* "I thought we were friends!"

  Millard: "Yum yums is up!" *He giggled and raised the frying pan in accomplishment, revealing a full pan of scrambled egg.*

  Karol: "Wow!" *He quickly trotted up to Millard, staring at the eggs with a widening smile.*

  Millard: "Ah, back away, little one. This is for all of us! Not just you."

  Karol: "S-Sowwy." *He looked away and pouted.*

  Millard: "My old bones-" *He spoke with a smile, placing one hand on his chest.* "Who can stay cranky at a face like that."

  Karol: "Nee hee."

  Rachael: (How long has he been here by himself?) *She watched Karol receive an egg sandwich from Millard, observing his excitement.* (It looks like he hasn't had a decent meal in years-)

  Karol: (It's been a few days.. I was getting vewy bored of eating cold dry brwead-) *He thought in happiness, while enthusiastically eating the egg sandwich.*

  Lezard: "..." *He stood on the spot and stared at Twortz, watching her sleep face-first in the dirt with her bottom sticking up in the air, supported by the bamboo-like vines.* "Twortz, get up."

  Twortz: "Would you like a large?!" *She woke up with a loud snort.*

  Lezard: "No thankies." *He turned around without saying anything else and hobbled away.*

  Twortz: *She sighed in exhaustion and slowly removed the vines which were tangled around her wrists.* (Without any immediate experience, the strings, the chords, the musical talent, it all came to me like instinct.)

  *Twortz stood up and brushed excess vegetation off her body, causing her to notice faint red lines where the tattoo-like glyphs were.*

  Twortz: *She stepped out of the bushes and slowly waddled towards the party, gently rubbing one of the faint lines on her hand.* (How unprofessional of me-. To be seen in such a state.)

  Millard: "And for my growing boy-" *He handed Lezard a sandwich, causing him to giggle.*

  Lezard: "Looks poopy, but smells yummy."

  Millard: "And for the sensational lady-" *He raised his arm, presenting a sandwich to Rachael.*

  Rachael: *She shook her head with a smile.* "No thanks, I'm not hungry."

  Millard: "Oh?"

  Twortz: *She waddled next to Rachael and noticed the sandwich, causing Millard to present it towards her instead.* "Much appreciated."

  Rachael: "I don't remember falling asleep, what else did I miss last night?"

  Lezard: "Well, I slain a few dragons, rescued the damsel in distress and saved the world."

  Rachael: "Hehe-"

  Twortz: "Ahem. By what Millard stated last night, Silver Wind Island is the place to go for answers."

  Millard: "Indeed."

  Twortz: "You mentioned something about a teleportation glyph?"

  Karol: "..." *He silently listened to the party, while eating the sandwich with both hands.*

  Millard: "I thought after having a nice morning meal, we could embark on our adventure."

  Rachael: "And this is the biggest city?"

  Millard: "Yes-" *He looked at Lezard, catching his attention.* "Maybe you should escort these children in the city?"

  Lezard: "But, what about our hunt for mother monster-?"

  Millard: *He shook his head.* "I'll let you know as soon as I find anything else out."

  Lezard: "Does that mean we've lost her?"

  Millard: "Yes.."

  Lezard: "But we were so close."

  Millard: "I know.."

  Karol: "I-If she's the Konsultant, why don't you go to Sowwowpwax?"

  Twortz: "The child has a valid point."

  Millard: "I tried it once.. Even these old bones have trouble handling her and additional high-ranking captains at once.."

  Lezard: (Mum..)

  Twortz: *She finished the sandwich, causing her to brush her hands together in a professional-like manner.* "I am ready to leave effective immediately."

  Millard: *He slowly stood up and swayed his hand, causing a wave of red flames to burn everything off the frying pan clean.* "This will be a delicious treat to use in the future."

  *Millard spoke with a giggle and spun the frying pan over his shoulder, causing it to warp into nothing.*

  Rachael: "Wow." *She leant forward, observing the area around Millard's back.* "It's gone!"

  Millard: "Bahahaha, yes it is, little one."

  Rachael: "Where did it go?"

  Lezard: "Nobody knows, dun dun duun." *He spoke mysteriously in a sarcastic-like manner.*

  Millard: "Baha, just an Astragon pocket."

  Rachael: "Who needs bags if you can do that!"

  Millard: "True, true. But the average person can only focus-hold on one item."

  Twortz: "..." *She had images of concealing her violin from the night before.*

  Rachael: "Focus hold?"

  Millard: "Just a term I like to use to describe the ability to store one's weapon."

  Rachael: *She smiled.* "That's still amazing."

  Millard: "Aww, stop. You're making these old bones blush."

  Karol: "Nee hee." *He giggled at Millard.*

  Rachael: "I was wondering-" *She looked at Karol, catching his attention.* "Karol."

  Karol: "Y-Yhes?"

  Rachael: "Would you like to join us?"

  Karol: "J-Join you?" *He leant back slightly startled at the idea.*

  Twortz: "Excuse me?" *She spoke in a disapproving-like manner.*

  Lezard: "Ooo, plot twist!"

  Karol: "W-Why?"

  Rachael: "It was something I noticed last night."

  Karol: "Lhast nyght?"

  Rachael: *She shook her head as if it didn't matter.* "It's better than being alone here-"

  Twortz: "You must understand the responsibilities it takes to look after a child."

  Rachael: "And leaving a child by himself is okay with you?"

  Twortz: *She paused, as if she didn't know what to say.* "I don't-"

  Karol: *He slowly shook his head.* "I dhon't know any of yoohs."

  Rachael: "Really?" *She sounded unconvinced.*

  Millard: (This could work out better than I planned. The child's food supply will run out in a few weeks, who knows what will happen to the youngster by then-)

  Rachael: "What if those bad people come back for you?"

  Millard: "Indeed. I might not be around to fend them off next time."

  Karol: "..."

  Lezard: "What do you say, kiddo? Wanna become team bestie?"

  Millard: "Ooo, pick me, pick me!" *He giggled and waved his hand in the air above him.*

  Twortz: (Seriously, why do they talk like that? Can't they just speak normally for once?)

  Karol: "No.. My home is here."

  Rachael: "Home..."

  Karol: (She sounds sad-) *He intensely stared at Rachael, triggering a flashback.*

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  Twortz: *She yawned, as she struggled to stay alert.* "I will listen to as much as I can, but I'm quite tired."