Snippet #1461896

Iris looked at Seamus dumbfounded. Not because she didn’t believe a drunk man’s words, but because she found his warnings to make perfect sense. Yet, she wouldn’t heed them, not after what she had been through, the biggest adventure of her life. Running away from the very place she has been dreaming all her life just because they had seen or heard something didn’t seem a valid option. It would be just like Batman leaving Gotham City and moving to Florida or Hercules suddenly deciding to become a hippie. Well, no one actually depended on her, here at the Ruins, but she owed it to herself. After all, this was her story.

By now, staying at the Ruins for only a day seemed to be impossible or out of the question. Iris couldn’t figure out exactly how Mr. Thatcher would send them back home after he would hear all of their stories. And then there were the forest and the Ruins calling out to her and she was sure that the others heard that calling as well. No, they would definitely stay here more than they had bargained for. And if things came to worse, she had an idea on how she would “get lost” on the grounds for a couple of days. Leaving this place wasn’t an option. As she would soon find out, this wasn't something to be desired.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t meaning to ease drop but, well I have been seeing same strange things as well and have been hearing ..voices ever since.”

Iris turned around and saw the beautiful singer standing in front of them. Her previous thoughts dispersed and the girl gave a wide smile embracing Eillot without thinking her actions.

“I am so happy to see you! You have no idea how much I’ve been looking for you.”
She stepped back a bit, embarrassed by her enthusiastic sign of affection.

Then she heard Demetrius’ shouts and the staff rushing again, this time upstairs. She saw Elise and Ezreal going the same way before Eillot’s voice startled her. “SHUT UP” the girl screamed, her hand clenched on her white hair.

“Let’s go!”

Iris took the singer by the hands and looking straight into the Irishman’s eyes as if saying
“Are you coming or not?” she rushed towards the stairs followed by Eillot. She literally forced the girl to keep close, not wanting to lose sight of her again.

“I don’t know your name.” Iris whispered at Eillot as they were running behind Elise and Ezreal mingled with members of the staff. Loud bangs and screeching sounds came from one of the rooms on the corridor.


Seamus didn’t move a muscle when the dancer asked him to tag along. He has been waiting far too long for that drink and he wouldn’t give up on it now. As far as he was concerned, nothing really important happened. Maybe they had a fight and someone smashed the window in anger. It might have been Rea with her short temper. Serves her right. And even if something else had caused the incident, everybody else was already heading upstairs and there was little he could do to help.

Seamus emptied another glass before his eyes went blurry. The girl at the counter decided not to give him another shot and fearful that he might get violent, asked her colleague over at the buffet to take over. The reporter would normally make a big deal out of it, smash some bottles and hit the bartender before heading home to sleep or visit another pub, but this time it was different. He was different; Sad and lost, confused, angered…downcast, any of these words fit him like a glove. He took his lighter and smokes from the counter, shoving them back in his pocket and headed gawkily upstairs, walking slowly.