Lyn found himself standing in a small field of grass, however, as soon as Lyn had processed that he had already fallen flat on his face. During their “trip” Lyn, James, and Darian they had be talked at by a mysterious voice, all the while they felt their very beings atomized, and reformed every second. While Lyn processed the pain he had been in, rolled over to see the sky.

James groaned from one side of the clearing “I really hope that was an acid trip.”

“Sorry to disappoint but I would suggest looking up.” Lyn replied.

“Huh, what's above us?” Queried Darian in his listless voice. They all fell silent as they gazed at a vibrant sky of blues, purples, and reds, this could have been explained away if not for the sun being in the middle of the sky and on the horizon at the same time.

“Is that… two?” James asked in a whisper.

“I would believe so” Darian responded, “That would be two suns, one over there.” Darian pointed to the horzen, “and one up there,” his hand shifted from the first sun, to the second sun right above them.

Lyn sighed “Well I guess The Sun is now a thing of the past.” His statement was a clear reminder to the trio that they had really left earth, on the other hand it did make them chuckle. James shifted on the ground, both Lyn and Darien knew their friend and so waited for him to speak his mind.

“Hmmm, so we’re not on earth any more, and do any of you remember what that voice said.” Once James spoke Lyn and Darien remembered that during that trip there had been someone speaking.

“Yah, I only got that we are here cus of bloodlines, and his name was Alle.” Darien glanced at his friends hoping they had gotten more out of the trip than him.

“Damn that’s all I heard” James replied grimacing.

“ It seemed like he was hesitant while he mentioned something about iterations.” Taking his eyes off the sky Lyn took in a deep breath.

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“To me at least it doesn't matter what he said if we know his name then we can find him. We do know that we are in a new place and we need to know what is around us and deal with anything that comes up.” While giving each other a look Darien and James nodded, then followed Lyn as they explored the unknown. The trio marched into the forest surrounding their glade, looking closely at each and every branch and bush, they watched for movement, and for any signs of life.

“Damn that has to be one big bear.” James stood at an especially large tree examining a large gash in the bark.

“It appears to be at least 6 inches deep if not an entire foot.” Darien had approached James and his tree while Lyn continued to survey the surroundings.

Exasperated, James looked over his shoulder at Darien as he responded, “No shit Sherlock, what's more interesting is how clean it is, you’d have to sand down the cut if it was made by a bear.”

“Eh, we should take note of everything if we are to understand what threats are out there, besides you could make it if your claws were sharp enough.” As Jmaes and Darien discussed the mark in the tree Lyn had already decided that whatever made it they could not handle, and thus didn’t put any more thought into it.

[Rember, go with the flow and keep it simple] Lyn repeated his mantra, before moving to look at a suspicious patch of barch. As he stepped towards the object of his attention James had noticed his friend leaving the immediate area, tugin on Darien’s shoulder to point out the oddity they had a great view of Lyn’s encounter with the local wildlife.

Lyn pondered why this specific patch of barch drew his attention, he had more felt it than anything else. When Lyn was about 5 feet away from the tree, he saw the barch move.

{DING} {Essence Gained You have killed a Inforier Muffla Rattus}

“That could have gone better,” Lyn muttered.

“Dude it was a squirrel, sure a camouflaged squirrel, but still did you really have to rip its head off.” James kneeled down next to the grizzly scene, picking up the former rodent.

“Like look at this thing, you muttulatted it.” James shook the squirrel, splattering its blood across the ground.

“You know you could have just not picked the squirrel up, and spread its blood around.” Disgusted Darien stepped back from the blood.

“If it's any consolation the squirrel was a Muffla Rattus.” Standing up Lyn’s thoughts once again returned to how he knew the squirrel was there.

“And how may I ask, do you know that, what did the world whisper in your ear?”