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Møøńšhådöw {Stars are only visible in darkness}
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Sep 10, 2015 07:09PM
"He's wanted by many people for using witchcraft. I happened to run into him and he did help me locate where you were."
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"What do they consider witchcraft these days?"
"Well, lifting curses and healing people is a form of witchcraft. There's many different versions. Like you are some sort of witchcraft."
"A witchcraft they can't kill. That's funny," he said with a slight chuckle.
"Happy to see you chuckle. I didn't think it was possible." She said.
"I laugh at misfortune, Miss Sparks," he said, scoffing at the remark.
"You should laugh at actual funny things. It's what makes the world go around and keeps people sane."
Caerwyn said nothing. He didn't want to encourage her any further.
She sighed at his silence. "Fine. Never mind. Let's just focus on walking I suppose."
He complied, but he wanted to apologize, but his ego and lack of empathy won over.
They kept walking until she walked to another isolated place. This was more odd. It had stuff all over the place and warning signs. "Ignore the stuff. He likes art."
"I don't understand it at all," Caerwyn said, kicking one of the signs.
"Hey!" A guy from the porch looked over at Cane. "Don't kick my art!" He yelled. Cassandra sighed. "Don't mind him." She said as they approached the guy. "He didn't know." She shrugged. The man glared at Cane. "Anyways. Nice to see you back Cassandra. Come in with your friend." He started to walk back inside.
"Crazy bastard," Caerwyn said under his breath and walking inside.
Once they were inside, Cassandra put her things down. "Okay Jeb. I have a project for you." She said. Jeb nodded and started to clear his desk. He had goggles on his eyes and a dirty lab coat. As well as his brown hair, dirty and unkept.
Caerwyn looked around while waiting, noticing strange things around the room. Empty and even filled flasks, dead rats, multiple burn marks on the floor, and a shattered on the right side of the room.
"If you're wondering. Jeb's a collector and artists. If you can call witchcraft those two things." Cassandra said. "Okay, we need your help lifting his curse." Cassandra turned to Jeb. He frowned slightly. "Alright. Let's see it." He said. Cassandra nudged Cane.
"That seems a little quick, don't you think?" He lifted up his hands and slowly took off his helmet, revealing the bony rotted form of his face.
Jeb nodded and walked over. He looked at his face. "Hmm. How did you get this curse?" He asked.
Caerwyn took a deep breath. "I battled against an Immortal foe. Death."
"Well that's just stupid." Jeb said bluntly. Cassandra rolls her eyes. "Okay. Never mind that. Can you help him lift it?" Jeb crosses his arms. "Well, I think there are two ways. One is to face death again. Another way is to make a potion, though it's hard to make."
"Stupid?" He said. Then he started to chuckle, which turned into a laugh, then a full on cackle. "It was not stupid, 'Jeb'. Death was my only way of absolution. Death was my destined enemy. For who would be blessed more than the Man who conquered Death?"
"No man can conquer death. I shouldn't help you since you are very selfish about your stupid ego." Jeb said. Cassandra sighed. "I know. I hate his ego as well, but I want him as a ally. Just help him. And Cane, shut it."
Caerwyn smirked, then with a speed inhuman, drew his sword and pointed it at Jen's throat. "Tell me, if no man can conquer death, then why is it that I have been stabbed, shot, shocked, and burned and still stand here before you?"
"You're a corpse standing before me. Also, I've been locked up for 30 years. Honestly, I wouldn't be talking." Jeb said just stepping away from the sword. "You don't scare me." He said to him before walking into a room to get a book. Cassandra bit her lip hard and flung her hands in the air. "This is hopeless!" She yelled and then punched the wall though it didn't even hurt.
Caerwyn threw his sword so it impaled the wall next to Cassandra's head. Then he turned back to Jeb. "30 years? I've been locked up for 64 years. And I have no 'ego.' I have endured greater pain than you could imagine, you spinless fool. And I have half a mind to not cooperate. I've been to Hell once. I can get there again."
Jeb just watched him. "Uh-huh... That's great... Tell me more about this painful life of yours and I'll proceed to not care." He turned back again and shuffled through his books. Cassandra turned around and signed. With a quickly tug, she pulled the sword out. "Please stop all this nonsense."
"You'll eat those words." He relaxed his muscles and just smiled.
Jeb only nodded. Cassandra just grabbed him and sat him down. "Stay there. Don't open your mouth and say anything else to Jeb." She said to him. "I'll be right back Jeb." She hollered to him and Jeb nodded to her. "Alright. Be careful." Cassandra nodded and rushed out.
Caerwyn began tapping the arm rest of the chair. "If I hadn't been locked up for so long, I'd say you have a crush on that there Cassandra."
Jeb rolled his eyes. "No. I mean, she's a sweetheart, but I'm more like a fatherly ally." Jeb said as soon as he saw Cassandra get out of ears length. He took out a book and started to flip through the pages.
Caerwyn set down his sword, stood up, and walked over to Jeb. He held out his hand for a handshake. "Maybe I was a little over my head earlier. Could you forgive me?"
Jeb looked at him. "No." He said simply and kept on looking through the pages. Then stopped for a moment. "I will forgive you, if you promise me something though."
Caerwyn scowled. "What is it?"
"You keep Cassandra safe. That's all I ask. In all honestly, you seem like the kind who would leave her." He said.
Caerwyn sighed. "I give you my word, and my word is my bond."
Jeb nodded and looked back at the book. "I forgive you." He said. Then ripped a page out of the book. "Here." He said handing him a paper. "This is the potion I was talking about."
Caerwyn glanced at the paper, and his eyes widened. Never had he seen an alchemical recipe so complex. It didn't just require herbs. It required rare crystals found in across the world and in the deep ocean. He looked back at Jeb. "How do you expect we make this?"
"I know it seems impossible. That's why there's a second option. Defeat Death this time. Of course, that way could be your real end. So it's either this." He motioned to the paper. "Or defeating Death."
"It's not my mission lad. It's yours. Whatever you think is the best way." He said with a shrug.
Caerwyn walked over to his sword and picked it up, staring at his reflection. His skull was in complete view but rotting flesh still hung from it. Same with the rest of his body.
Jeb watched for a moment. Then turned away. Cassandra came back in looking dirty. "Okay I'm back." She said to Jeb and Cane.
Caerwyn turned to her. "What happened to you?"
"I got a little dirty. That's all." She said with a shrug and then saw the paper in his hand. "Is that the potion?"
"Well, yes." He held it out to her. "I'll let you decide if you'd like to take the trip."
She took the paper and read through. "I think it'll be fun. It'll be a adventure! Let's make the potion." She said with a nod.
Caerwyn threw his hands up. "I'd kill myself if I could."
"So you don't want to do the potion?" She asked, crossing her arms.
