Snippet #2767834

Syra lay in the pilot's seat. It was strange, self-contained, the air flowing through vents. The outside world was muted in here, the sunlight through the window illuminating the dust on the controls. Beside the pilot's chair was a oaken desk, scrolls, papers, and ledgers hanging loosely inside. The controls for the ship were overwhelming but familiar. Syra could fly off if she wanted. Far away...

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"What made you stand out? You're still searching... while all here have found what they seek," The woman turned away from Horik and began to walk. "Follow, if you wish... and see if you find what you are looking for." She glanced over her shoulder. "We have."

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M'kama hurriedly pushed Otis and Ash out of the cave and into the massive cavern that housed the lantern-lit city. The settlement loomed before them, green and blue lanterns illuminating the built upon streets. The path into the city was a small, rocky trek but there didn't seem to be any guards on the short trail. Don't make a scene. Don't be noticed...

"Ash? ASH!" A voice suddenly boomed. Directly beside them, at the entrance of the cave, a guard in leather armour leaned against the wall. Under his helm was black hairs, a thick moustache prickling out from pale skin. "It's me!" He exclaimed, looking down at the Sorillian. "Percy Pantagen!"