September 18, 2013 04:11 PM EDT (Synapse of 28.)
-- Con took the lead as usual. He looked back, gave me an encouraging smile, then turned to lead us downward. All too soon, we reached that little room. The dried up, bristle haired red mummy lay In the cell where we had left him.
Memory only from here---
Garl had come prepared. He dropped a sack of rocks onto the seat of the chair.
We watched as the mummy grew larger and full bodied.
It walked over. We asked questions.
Synapse of what we learned, His name was Rimniel. He had been a messenger angel in the great war.
He had gotten lost. He had somehow gotten under the power of Esdra.
Esdra had somehow merged him with a demon.
He had held off battle lust long enough to give us that information.
He had then put up a darn good fight against the heart of Troop 1 itself. The angel part had longed for the freedom of death, the demon fought to survive.
After winning, Garl had used the HighMost's own White Light to cleanse us and the area.
We then were teleported by TripleMind to the surface, where I (James Argus), looked at his own statue and found it peaceful once more.
End of Synapse.
Sept. 19, 13.
The next morning was grey and cloudy when I looked out my bedroom window. It matched my mood.
What in all Creation was that statue in the now ruined South Courtyard?
Who created it?
Who was I when I first came here to Britannia from Vroom?
Why was that demon so interested in me? He had stared at me all the while Rimniel spoke to us.
I was tired of these endless pursuits. Who was that wolf, and what had he to do with me?
When I entered the dining room after morning clean up, Gabe looked up at me with sympathy.
I just smiled and sat in my customary chair. I left the head of the table for Garl. It felt right to put him there.
He sighed. "I want answers too James. There is only the upper part of the main castle left, yes?"
"No, there are another dungeon, several caves underneath, the upper central tower above us, and the woods, which contains several cabins, two of which have tenants." I replied.
Garl shook his head. "Just as large as Forest Edge, if not larger."
"What do you wish to do today?" His tone was gentle.
I reached for the platter of pancakes. "Whatever gets us closest to - who I was, what I was, where the wolf fits in, etc." I shrugged.
Aaron steepled his long fingered hands on the table. "I'd choose this tower. I am curious as to what might be stored up there. Attics tend to collect history."
Garl looked at me. I nodded. "Sounds good."
After the meal, we headed for the stairs. The same ones that led below were the ones that led upstairs as well.
Between us and the attic were my bedroom, the room full of dead plants that Alanna had once had so many plans for reviving, two more bedrooms side by side, and a nursery, and then the attic.
My key opened all, with the exception of the attic itself. Why was I not surprised?
Con did his little push, and it opened.
We looked at an absolute mess.
To be continued..........................................................