Malum’s decapitated head fell to the ground with everyone watching. It ended up splattering all over like an overripe melon, with some of the mess getting on Meliora’s face.
Then, all was silent for a little while. It became so quiet, that it was almost stifling. Annette bent over the edge of the pillar, trying to get a better look.
“Is it over?” She could hear Shark quietly ask.
“So do you think there’ll be a chance to reverse the crystallization in the past?” Amelia asked her sister while inspecting the currently inactive time portal.
Amara just stood behind her with her arms crossed. “The Time Traveler only did it as a last resort, I think. Unless he’s left documents telling us what to do in the case of this, then I don’t know for sure.
“I’ll bet that it’ll reverse once they return though. And if it doesn’t, well…Hope they can get used to another era.”
Waiting for the group to come back proved to take too long.
Amelia left her spot by the window to get ready for bed. Some time earlier, her sister had retreated into Emit’s library, looking for any helpful clues.
She had been in there for so long, without so much as a bathroom break. Amelia was beginning to get quite worried. Continue Reading
Amelia was still looking out the window, looking for any sign that the others were coming back. Every minute that went by with no sight of them, and she became even more distraught.
“What if they never come back? What if they’ve been killed on the way?” She asked her sister in a wavering voice.
Amara came up to her, before handing her a submarine sandwich from a plate of food she’d been making.
Once Shark had heard enough kind and wonderful possible future events, he was finally calm enough to be lulled to sleep. Sinbad and Harwood now watched over him forlornly, wishing they could do more to help him through this nightmare.
When she deemed it best to come out of her hiding place, Annette did so while trying not to knock everything over. She shuddered at the very thought of what exactly that table was made of, but tried not to think about it.
“I still don’t know what the hell’s going on,” Sinbad murmured to Harwood, “and I’m not sure if I actually do want to know.”
The somber and melancholy mood surrounding Emit’s death had been dispelled in favor of the new problem at hand.
After it was discovered that half of their group had disappeared, the rest of them ended up sitting in the dark and empty art gallery with the twins.
“I do hope those three didn’t go off to go skinny dipping, or something…” Dennis muttered while pinching the bridge of his nose.
Annette was on the verge of pissing herself, for standing before her now was her almost exact doppelganger.
“Tea time? It’ll be ever so much fun!” The other Annette shook the teapot at her again.
All that Annette could do was frantically shake her head. The doppelganger tried to appeal to her again.
Annette’s was still crying in grief and anguish, as she carried Julian somewhere into the forest to bury him.
Unbeknownst to her, The Twin followed closely behind, making sure she didn’t try anything too drastic.
She was still shaken up from earlier, seeing what Sinbad did to who was in essence his own son. Eventually, she reached a clearing. Continue Reading
Once the two men were done frolicking and splashing about in the pool, they now both leaned on the edge and looked up at the starry sky.
It was in the quiet of the evening that Shark said his fiance’s name. Sinbad grunted to indicate he was listening. Then Shark made his odd request known.
Harwood was practically drooling at the selection of various teas before him. Marc wasn’t as enamored as he was, but still admiring of the inventory.
As for Dennis, he was inspecting the rest of the place with the twins close by. He was alone otherwise, Shark and Sinbad having gone off someplace else. This time, they made sure the others knew.
“Oh, I was never the best at shopping for another person,” Dennis lamented as he looked at the stock. “Not even for my own wife! Isn’t that sad?”