Rosary left; knowing in her heart that this was the right thing to do, knowing that this would be the last time that she saw his face. Her chest simmered like a pot on the edge of boiling over, the thought haunting her, but the pain was far less than the intense guilt that she would have felt at having left those people to face whatever that thing was.

Daniel didn’t know, of course. She didn’t blame him for it; she had kept it a secret not sure what to tell him, the mystery of what Frederick had been doing here that night, it reassured her knowing that he didn’t know, that he wouldn’t have to face the pain that she felt. To him, she was sure those people had been bad people, people who had attacked him for little other reason than him being in the wrong place at the wrong time; she knew better.

Rosary had never been good at directions; she especially realizes that now, zipping from hall to hall. 'Had we taken this turn?' She wondered to herself as the hall split off, one direction going left, the other continuing to go straight. Thoughts went back again to the past, reminding her of a time that she wished to forget. She blocked the feelings out, deciding to go straight, her memory foggy, she could have sworn that there had been only a turn or two.

The darkness of the ruins frightened Rosary, though if she asked she would deny it, she didn't really want people to think she was tough, rather she didn't want to bother them. Rosary felt like she was in the belly of a beast, and that the long hallway that she continued through was like its intestine. She couldn’t shake the feeling of wrongness here. Was she alone in these thoughts?

She came to a crossroads of sorts, had they indeed passed through here? The sounds of conversation decided her course. She took the route to her right; she could tell that these weren’t the same people, for starters these people didn’t seem to sound like they had gotten into a fight with a big slug porcupine. Secondly, there were far too many voices for them to be the people that they had left.

She entered into a colossal chamber, tents lined up everywhere, slats of moonlight trickling down from above. She was back.

Guards stood at the front of the entrance, two mole-men, holding in their hand's spears, garbed in dirty leather armor. When Rosary approached, they looked at each other in a confused manner, probably wondering how Rosary had gotten here and why she was here. “Halt,” piped the younger of the two mole-men. “What is one of the Fae doing underground?” He asked, “What business do you have?”

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Rosary didn’t have time to deal with these people, every second that she wasted meant another second closer to death that those people would come to. She hadn’t expected to go here again; she remembered how Frederick had gone into the ruins, shortly after she had. She had followed him here and had learned a significant number of things that night.

“Your people are in danger! I’m here because they need your help!” She exclaimed, though the mole-men seemed anything but convinced.

“I don’t know how you got here lady, but unless the damned loyalists have found us, I doubt that we’re in danger.”

Rosary flushed her lips, getting frustrated. Flying past the bumbling idiots before they could get another word in edgewise, she searched for someone to help. She could remember a catman with dark midnight black hair; he had seemed like a leader among these people, at least that was the impression that she had gotten from the meeting that he had had with Frederick and the many other people that were there. Rosary hoped that this man lived up to this expectation.

She up into the rafters, hiding in the darkness of the ceiling and tried to get an idea of where he could be. She watched as one of the mole-men that she had talked to earlier left his post, and made his way through the multitude of tents, he made his way up, taking a stairwell, stone benches surrounding on both ends covering the wall as it went up diagonally.

She made her way sneaking behind the mole-man, hoping that if she were to follow him that he would bring her either to the person, she was hoping for at least somebody with more authority and intelligence than he and his companion had.

He stopped at the top, the end of the stairs opening up into a sort of ring that surrounded the entire complex. Rosary followed as he made his way to a dull looking room, one that Rosary would never have picked out as having any kind of importance. She was thankful that she had followed the man.

He opened the plain wood door, entering inside, Rosary flying in only moments before it closed on her.

“Bebee reporting in sir.” The moleman said. A regal looking man with a feline face looked up from his study in the candlelight, his face matching the one of the man she had been hoping to find. At his desk; documents, some with the picture, some without lay sprawled out in a mess. Rosary had never learned how to read so she couldn’t make much sense of them. “What’s the matter, Bebee?” The man asked.

“Intruder sir,” The mole-man said back straight as a plank as if trying to impress, a contrast from the lazy slouch from earlier.

“I see that,” the Leo man intoned, Rosary noticing just now that his eyes were staring at her, how long ago had he noticed her?

The mole-man blinked as if not understanding what it was that he said, then his gaze turned to face the direction that the Leo was looking and he jumped. “Agaaa it’s her. I’ll get her!” He lunged at Rosary, a fruitless action; she just flew over him.

“Please, Sir you need to listen!” Rosary implored avoiding the mole-mans grasps. The Leo mans attention seemed straight on her.

“Stop already; you’re making a fool of yourself Bebee, go back to your post if that’s all, I will listen to this fairy, she seems to have something that she wishes to tell. Bebee nodded, took one last glance over at Rosary, blushed and left. Rosary started explaining what had happened.