6

While Waverly and Sal were off doing god knows what Sullivan had just finishing brewing his potions and remedies. He was sitting across from the pot cooking effortlessly.

With pipe in hand Sullivan sees what looks like a meteor crashing down to earth. This interstellar mystery was not what you would typically call normal. After streaking through the sky for several moments it began to slow and then it was out of sight.

Sullivan ponders the implications of this strange, but familiar occurrence. He too once streaked across the sky, just as Sal had just a few short days ago. The most interesting thing is that Sullivan had never heard of so many travelers entering the worlds so close together.

What did he know though, this was not his grand experiment? He didn't know all the rules or what to really expect the endgame of this all was for. What Sullivan did know is he had a good smoke and some unlikely friends to further adventure with even if it was for a short time.

He wasn't sure what he was going to do next, but if things persisted to go well perhaps he would continue his travels with the friends he met. His own exploits into the alchemy and druidic class were very interesting and worthwhile in his eyes. With one last puff on his pipe, Sullivan closes his eyes and savored the quiet of the night.

***

Screaming through the stars a dark and menacing entity enters the worlds many miles away from our unsuspecting travelers. As the inky figure touches down a sense of dread and chaos infects the land. The creatures of the forest in the surrounding area go mad with anger, frustration, fear, and hate.

What the figure looming over the forest is thinking cannot begin to be understood, but if you were in his destructive tainted aura the overpowering gravity of terror radiating from it, would make you wish yourself out of existence.

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The figure takes its first steps towards the south where his quarry can be felt. The figure so dark in its being the light in the area seems to be pulled out of reality. A grown shaking bellow rushes forth and the first sign of any light emanates from the hunter's eyes and mouth burning with a black and blue flame. The very earth cries for a reprise from the torturous lament.

***

Sullivan wakes with a start his very soul being bound to the land feels its quivering fear and subsequent death many miles away. Tears begin to fall down his face and his heart breaks. He thinks to himself something terrible has just happen, and it scares me to the very heart of my essence.

Whatever that is must be dealt with and soon or we may all perish. The worlds was never meant to handle that sort of evil presence. When the others return we will have to either go our separate ways or find a compromise to quell the storm that’s coming for us.

7

Waverly patiently waits for Sal to wake. She has been pacing for what seems like an hour. Her worry is palpable, and she knows she overdid the transfer. She continues to hope Sal will be ok, and they will be able to continue to bond and move forward in this part of the Worlds. She looks at this man laying at her feet his face a pale, painted ghost of what he normally is and smiles. She hopes he can remember soon because the weight of the knowledge is burning her from within.

Taking a few more steps in contemplation she hears Sal stir. “It's about time you woke up. I was about to leave you to the wolves.” she says with a tooth grin.

“How long have I been out?” I say with a grimace sitting up.

“Only about an hour, I wasn't worried about you or anything. I was more worried you messed your pants and would have to go commando.” she says in mock horror.

I laugh and begin to get a shooting pain in my head and a strange feeling in the very core of who I am. “Well now that I've been infused with all the important garbage you think is important I might actually get your pathetic jokes. You're almost as funny as carrot top.” I begin to laugh even though the pain was excruciating.

Waverly just rolled her eyes and whispers “jackass.”

She takes the form of an owl once more and begins to fly back toward camp. She's in rare form tonight. One minute she's mad at me the next worried and then she just zips away into the night.

My headache subsiding, I take a drink of water and a few pieces of food to tide me over while I walk back to camp letting all the new information soak in. I still feel a deep pit in my stomach and a sense of unease further to the south. Perhaps this will be my next destination. I feel like it's not something I can or should run from.