The colorful swirls of light slowly absorbed into Milly with just a few fading away instead. Green red and white absorbing while leaving a few silver to fade into nothing. Her hair and clothes lifted like she was floating but her feet stayed firmly planted on the ground. Ben noticed then that Milly had thick patches of hair on the tops of her wide bare feet. Ben looked at his own feet sticking out from under the covers skinny and pail and hairless.

OH goodness. That one was a long time coming Milly, said the old man in the doorway. What did yeah get? I want to write it down in me sole tome an see if I can expand onit.

The old man practically scooped Milly up and scooted her out.

We should check wit Mortimer an see if i'll grow a new branch on is tree. Milly tried to answer a question but as soon as she opened her mouth to do so the old man just said something else or asked another question. I saw a new color in yeah constellation dit obso...... their voices faded out of legibility.

Ben looked around at the now empty room. He said to himself, I have no idea what just happened. It seemed like it was good?

he looked at the abandoned bread sitting on the wooden floor.

Well I don't want it to go to waste.

Ben moves the covers off his legs. They seem heavy to his weakened yet already weak arms, sliding his feet down to the ground makes his head hurt a dull throbbing with his heart's beat. Ben thinks he can manage it isn't too bad.

With heavy shuffling feet and his hand gripping the side of the table Ben makes his way to the last pease of bread. He tries bending over at the waist but his head really started to pound.

Ah oh gosh! That really hurts, maybe another way. He tries bending only his knees and keeping his torso upright but his legs threaten to give out completely. Ben finally tries a little of both. That works much better. Bobo in hand Ben is shuffling back to his bead when.

Hay is she gone? I wanted to ask you about that staff you had.

What is it made of, it's stronger than any of the wood we have

and I wa...

Oh..... Ben looked over at the new voice it seemed a little familiar? What? That hat! Ben's face contorted with rage.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT HAT !!!

Ben jumped up from his bed screaming and yelling his arms flinging around like a windmills as he charges the surprised teen standing just inside the doorway. Weakness forgotten and his head is thundering with pain. Ben climbed up the towering youth and stuffed a half bobo into the mouth hanging agape in shock.

GACK!!

was all he got out before Ben snatched the hat of his head with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other. Even while the hat was fluttering on its way to land safely on the bed the tall teen received a flurry of head buts, elbows, fists, and even bites to his face. Ben was hollering at the top of his lungs each word in a different language. he was also kicking, knee bashing and stomping on everything simultaneously. Bens nose suddenly began spouting blood like a water fountain and his head began to fill with black static. His grip became slippery with the blood but that didn't stop him he just gripped even harder until his mussels burned. He let go when his hands and legs lost all strength. Thud, he hit the floor and he saw the other boy staggering back to slam head first into the wall.

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he was fighting against the black static in his head Ben was going to get that Basturd for what he did to the hat!!!

But he was too week he could not even lift his head.

The thick blood coming from his nose tasted disgusting and the harder he tried the more static. Blood was still just pumping from his nose but it was no longer gushing over his face now it was pouring back making him choke. He tried to move his head but his mussels would not respond only twitching resulted. Bens arm was laying across his chest and his spasms and sputtering caused it to fall.

The other boy got up on his feet his face and chest a bruised and bloody mess he looked over at Ben laying on his back face arms and chest also covered in blood and convulsing. Oh shit! One hand on his knee the other arm wrapped around his aching ribs the teen straightened up with some obvious effort and staggered to the door.

MILLY!!! I broke him MILLY come fix I think he is dying. SHIT!!

He ran off down the hall still yelling for Milly.

When Bens arm fell it landed against a thick leather and wood bound book. Some of the blood that had dripped on to his hands began to soak into the leather binding.

The blood began to burn with at fist a purple and then brilliant blue. Blue energy defused into the book

remote access point initializing

energy link establishment

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Ben managed to spit up some of the blood to get half a breath.

But his nose was still bleeding heavily into his throat and started to fill his lungs. Ben was getting really very tired the effort required for the next breath didn't want to come.

his hand twitching against the book but contact was not lost.

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script ID uploading

Ben couldn't make his lungs work it seemed like all he could suck down was blood.

save point established

would you like to save mnem....mnem....

insufficient mental energy

massive physiological integrity degradation detected

beginning emergency mnem upload

emergency upload will overload physiological processes to provide necessary mental energy

Ben was so fuzzy in in in.... in the head coul... he ah wasn't able to move even a little. Things where starting to get cold and numb when suddenly blue heat flooded his .....

Ben awoke. He was groggy and his back was stiff from sitting up while sleeping. his eyes were gummed shut and his hands felt clammy as he rubbed them. What? This seems familiar, how did I get back here?