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The elevator door screeched open, as Niko and Samael walked inside.
The summit of the tower. A simple room, with a mantle to hold the sun in the middle. Surrounding it were several windows, peering down across the whole world. Both of them walked up to a window, staring at the microscopic lights below.
“Wow, Sammy, everything looks so tiny down there.” Niko said, smushing her face against the glass.
Several flickers of pink and red shone down from below in the Refuge. In the Glen, fireflies cascaded smoothly, creating a soft green glow. Finally, in the Barrens, a barely visible shimmer from the ponds glided in the air. Red, green, and blue. What a nice color combination. Niko could stare at it for hours.
Samael, however, was deep in thought. Rather than focus on the lights, or what Niko was about to do, he focused on that day. That cold, miserable Autumn day. The day he almost drowned.
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Marshlin - October 8th, 2015
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Another day of work. Another boring, tedious day.
Samael lurched out of bed, getting only a few hours of sleep the night before. Slowly, he performed his normal morning rituals. Throwing on a plain, white t-shirt and his favorite jacket, he prepared for the normal. His normal. Work always started out semi-smooth, but it all went down-hill once he tried to take his mind off the tedium. Shouting was a normal part of his career. Unfortunately for him, his boss would direct a lot of it at him.
Trudging down the stairs, his mom was at the table, reading a book and sipping some tea. “Morning, sweetie, ready for work?” She asked warmly, as he walked into the kitchen. He simply grumbled, as he reached into the freezer to grab a pack of frozen waffles. “I understand it’s not exactly ideal, but you’re making-”
“23$ an hour? Yeah, I know.” He snipped back, forcing the waffles into a toaster. “I’ve been working like crazy at that job. Sure, the pay’s nice, but I haven’t been able to just… breathe, y’know? I’m doing 11 hours of work a day. I’m constantly diving into bodies of water, using various tools to repair things underwater… It’s just whittling me down.”
Marissa sighed softly, before getting up to comfort him. “Look, Samael, I know you’ve been really stressed out, but it’s important for your future.” After a bit of thinking, she came to a quick conclusion. “After work today, you can sit down with us and we can discuss you potentially switching to another career. Is that alright?”
Samael continued to stare down at the toaster, unsure of what to reply. “...that could work. I really want to try and get a job somewhere quieter. Like a pizza place, or a library, or something like that.”
“That’s the Samael I’ve raised.” She pinched his cheek, as she walked back over to her previous spot. “I’ll be taking you today. Is that alright?”
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be.” Samael said, the sound of his food flinging out of the toaster startling him. He’d done this routine so many times, he caught one in each hand, before stuffing one into his mouth.
“Take as much time as you need for breakfast, mmkay?” She said, finishing her tea swiftly. “Oh, and one more thing before we go.”
“Mmgh?” Samael tried to ask, his mouth full of frozen waffles.
“I love you, so very much. You mean the entire world to me, and I never want you to forget that.”
“...muvutoo…” He said, small pieces of waffle flying out of his mouth.
“I know I say it every day, I just don’t feel like I say it enough. You’re always really quiet, and it feels like you’ve been kind-of down and out.” She got back up to throw her dishes in the sink, keeping her eye on him. “If you ever need to talk about anything, don’t-”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Samael gulped down the food in his mouth, finally speaking a coherent sentence. “I understand that I’ve been stressed out lately, it’s just work stuff.” He shoved the other waffle into his mouth, as he grabbed his work boots.
“It doesn’t sound like it. Please, Samael, if something’s wrong, we can-”
“MUFEEN’SONG!” Samael yelled through the other waffle in his mouth, before silently continuing to tie his boots. His mother walked up to him quietly, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“We’ll talk about it later tonight.” She said, rubbing his back.
“...fine.” Samael muttered, finishing his food. His mother threw on her shoes, and the two of them walked out the door, ready to face the day.
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Slowly, Niko stepped away from the window, and prepared herself to walk up to the mantle. Looking back at Samael, his eyes were searing with paranoia. He was barely blinking, almost catatonic. “H-Hey Sammy? Are you okay?” She asked. All he could respond with was a meager nod. An obvious lie. Niko had no choice but to continue her trek to the mantle.
The closer she got, the louder she could hear Samael breathing. Turning her head again, he was staring right at her. His pupils had noticeably dilated. Having no choice but to ignore this, she prepared herself to return the sun where it rightfully belonged.
“I can’t believe we’re finally here. It took a while, and it was really scary, but we finally did it.” She said to herself. “If I want to go home, then I just need to put it in here, right?” Her arms began to shake, the lightbulb alongside it. “...b-but if I do that, then… S-Sammy could die.”
She began to tear up, as she tried to speak clearly. “Sammy, I don’t know what to do. I… I want to go home, but I want you to go home, too.” While she heard footsteps behind her, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him again. She stayed in front of the mantle for a short time, before preparing herself. “...sorry, Sammy.” She muttered to herself. While it hurt her to her core, she needed to go home. Readying herself to place the sun in, she lifted it up to the mantle. Then… she felt a hand on her shoulder.
It was Samael.
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As Samael walked into the site, he felt a small tingle go down his spine. The familiar smell of concrete and mud rose in the air, but that was normal to him. Something felt off today. Before he knew it, it began to lightly sprinkle. Dang it. Everything was going to be slippery. One wrong move and he’ll break his skull open. Another piece of baggage on top of the tedium. Even worse, his boss had already noticed him. There goes the chance to talk to some co-workers before his day started.
“Howdy, Sam, I’ve got something for you to do!” They called out, as they met him eye-to-eye. “Now, this isn’t part of your normal work or anything, so I’m gonna ask that you do it before you clock in today.”
“Wh-” Samael was taken aback. He’d done some odd jobs for them before, but those were always on the clock! What was so important to force him in before he could start his normal duties? “I-I guess I can? What’s the problem, Seymour?”
“Simple. I dropped my wrench in the river basin. I need you to go and fetch it for me.” They replied coldly.
A wrench. A simple wrench. Something that they had dozens of here, there, and everywhere. “Wait, hold on. Why can’t you get someone who’s already clocked in to do it?”
“Because, Sam, they’re already busy.” Seymour replied. Pointing over to a coworker taking a quick lunch, they spoke more aggressively. “Everyone’s either doing what I tasked them with, eating lunch, or clocking out for the day.”
“Alright? Neat?” Samael began to get frustrated. “Why can’t YOU get the wrench that you dropped? If it’s that simple, can’t I just clock in before-”
“DON’T TALK BACK TO ME!” They shouted, poking at his chest with their paw. “I’m really not asking for much here, Sam! Just shut the hell up, jump in the basin, and GRAB MY DAMN WRENCH!”
Samael lurched back. He knew this was going to happen. When didn’t it? Any attempts to get through to his boss just led to the two getting into a scuffle. Rather than trying to speak to him any further, he walked over to a nearby coat rack, and tossed his jacket onto it. “Y-Yes sir… Be back in a few minutes.”
“...good, good.” Seymour muttered. “Kids nowadays have to get so confrontational over everything.” He lightly shoved Samael towards an area where he could jump in without issue. “Make it snappy! You start work in 10 minutes.”
“Okay, okay!” He nervously groaned, as he swung himself up the ladder. Despite being rather clumsy, he was great at climbing ladders. With every step on a rung, he felt his frustration rising. His job was tiring, sure, but being forced to do petty favors for a man that could easily do it himself? THAT was why he wanted to quit.
As he reached the top, he began to walk towards the basin. Without warning, he felt himself slip. “AGH!” He cried out, plummeting into the deep waters below. A bit frustrating, sure, but this happened semi-often. Just gotta swim on out, and…
…why wasn’t he floating up? He should be back up out of the water by now. As he began to try and struggle, he squinted open his eyes. Looking down at his pant leg, a stick had skewered through one of the pant legs. No problem, he could slip out of his pants and remove the stick from there. He went to unbuckle his belt, and…
It was stuck. The mechanisms weren’t working. Okay, this is bad. Perhaps he could try to tug it free? For some reason, as he tried, it wasn’t budging. His jeans weren’t ripping, the stick wasn’t snapping off. He could try to use a knife, and… he didn't have one on him. Samael was trapped. As he tried to scream out for help, on the very small off-chance somebody could hear him, he felt a massive gulp of water rush down his throat.
This sent him into a frenzy. His arms began to swim vigorously to the surface, in an attempt to free himself from his wooden shackle. It was an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. He felt his breath and energy seeping away from him second by second, every movement wasting more and more precious time.
He felt himself growing dizzy, as his body involuntarily gasped in more water. Every attempt to cough it back out led to more being sucked in. His movements slowed down, as he felt his vision growing fuzzy. Nobody was coming to help him, nobody at all. He began to let himself relax. The previous pained feeling began to feel warm, as his body floated.
This was the end of Samael Moore… or so he thought. He felt a hand grab his, followed by them propelling themself down with him. Grabbing a boxcutter from their pocket, they swiftly grabbed the affected pant leg, and cut away at it. The cloth tore away with ease, as the unknown savior swam themself and Samael to the surface. Samael was free.
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The hand on Niko’s shoulder startled her, as she turned herself around to face him. “Wh-Sammy?” She asked. “Is everything okay?”
His face was darkened, no sign of any emotion on his face. “Come on, Niko, please.” He began to try to reach for the lightbulb. “Can’t we just talk this out before you do anything else?”
Niko realized it before he did. He was too afraid. “S-Sammy, hang on a sec. I-I don’t know what to-”
“Niko, please, don’t make this hard.” He began to try to wrestle the lightbulb from her hands. “I-I can’t, I still need to-”
“NEED TO WHAT?” Niko yelled, as they both began to tug-of-war for the sun. Despite knowing it was hopeless to try and stop him, considering it was an elementary schooler versus someone who was practically an adult, she was still going to try. “Sammy, please, I know you’re not normally like this! What are you doing?”
“I CAN’T JUST LET EVERYONE GET AWAY WITH WHAT THEY DID!” He yelled back, tussling harder to get the sun from her hands. “ONLY ONE PERSON TRIED TO SAVE ME! EVERYBODY ELSE SPAT ON MY NEAR-DEATH GRAVE! I CAN’T DIE! I CAN’T!”
“SAMMY, PLEASE! THIS ISN’T YOU!” She pleaded, trying to force it back towards herself. With a final struggle, Samael shoved the lightbulb towards her. In surprise, Niko fell backwards and onto the floor.
“I-I’M SORRY!” He quivered. “I-I NEED TO GO BACK. I NEED TO… to…” Looking down at Niko, she didn’t seem to want to get up. She laid on the floor, breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face.
“S-Sammy, please…” She said, her voice wavering. “Don't…”
Samael didn’t have a response. He raised the lightbulb above his head, ready to smash it. Closing his eyes, he prepared himself. He was finally going to get justice. Justice that he deserved. He could finally stand up for himself, and everyone that ruined him. The people who yelled at him for falling in, like his boss and… everyone else. And his mother, for just standing by idly… after hearing what happened…
No. No, no, no. That’s… that’s not what happened, was it? He remembered his boss screaming, sure, but besides that… what…
What really… What really went down that day?
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“BACK UP, EVERYONE, WE HAVE SOMEONE WHO’S NOT BREATHING!” The random Na’havi shouted. Some people gathered to watch what was happening. Stepping back, another Na’havi rushed over to assist him medically. Starting with compressions, followed by mouth to mouth. The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves. What was going on? What happened?
Eventually, Samael sat up in a jolt, and began to violently cough up water. He was alive! Between every upchuck came a gasp for air, his body shaking from the sheer force. After a bit, he calmed himself. Staring down at the ground, his eyes darted across the soil frantically. Here it comes…
His boss rushed over, and immediately began to lay into him. “JUST WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? ALL I ASKED WAS FOR YOU TO GRAB A WRENCH, AND YOU DECIDE TO TRY AND SWIM IN THE RIVER? YOU’RE DONE, SAMAEL! DONE! YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THE SIMPLEST OF INSTRUCTIONS, ALONGSIDE YOUR-!” This is exactly how it went. Down to a T. He was going to continue screaming at him, and soon, everybody else was going to join him, and-
“LEAVE HIM ALONE, SEYMOUR!” One of his co-workers called out.
…what? That didn’t… he didn’t remember that…
“...’scuse me?” Seymour turned around, to a few people beginning to walk up for a confrontation. One of them, dripping in water, began to tear him a new one.
“He almost drowned! I had to jump in there, and rescue him! Don’t you DARE accuse him of doing anything!” They shouted, getting closer and closer to his face. “It’s raining, for god’s sakes! Did you even bother ACCOMPANYING him? You know damn well that walking on that concrete could lead to an accident in this weather!”
“Oh, CAN IT, Jessiah!” He shouted back, the two of them beginning to force themselves closer and closer. “I told him to do ONE thing, and-”
“AND HE SLIPPED, SEYMOUR! AN HONEST MISTAKE!” She reacted back, shoving him.
As this went down, more people began to try and split up the incoming fight. An indescribable sensation of shouts filled the air. All targeted at Seymour, but none at Samael.
…no. No, this… this isn’t how it really went, is it?
Samael was still on the ground, trying to stand. Another individual helped him up. “You doing okay, Samael?” They asked softly, trying to rub his hand for comfort. He couldn’t respond, still loudly gasping. Tears brimmed from the corners of his eyes, as the man pulled him close, eyeing him up and down for any potential injuries. “I know you’re scared, bud, I know. We’re sorry we couldn’t get to you sooner. People are gonna be coming down to check you out in a bit, mmkay?”
Samael felt himself beginning to dissociate. No, this isn’t true, he distinctly remembered being yelled at by everyone. He remembered nobody helping him. He remembered his mother staring him down, in shame and in disappointment for what he had done. This… What is this?
As he was coddled in a hug, with some soft words of apologetic kindness from his mouth, he tried to locate his mother in the crowd. Standing to the sidelines, he finally spotted his mother. Something to confirm everything. Something that he remembered from the bottom of his heart. He’d look over at her, and see that she was…
…crying.
She wasn’t angry at all. She didn’t approach him, or try to stare him down. She stood away from everything, paralyzed from shock. She’d been called back when it was reported somebody was drowning. Desperate to help, she rushed over. Upon seeing him on the ground, though...
Oh.
Oh.
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Samael stood in shock. His hands, originally raised over his head and primed to destroy the lightbulb, had fallen down to his hips. Without realizing it, the sun had slipped out of his hands. It made a resounding thud on the floor, but didn’t seem to be harmed in any way.
Niko quickly sat herself back up, reaching for the sun. She was afraid that he was gonna try to hurt her again, or try to take it for himself. When she grasped for it, though, he didn’t seem to move. He stared blankly, a look of fear glazed across his face. “S-Sammy?” She asked. No response. Time seemed to be at a complete stand-still. Samael kept his thousand-yard-stare for a good while, as Niko watched to see what would happen.
Suddenly, a loud and desperate wail erupted from Samael. Falling to his knees, he began to inconsolably cry. He clutched his arms in his hands, his sobs echoing across the room. “I-I’M-I’M SORRY!” He wailed, beginning to fall closer to the ground. “I’M A BAD SON!!!”
Niko looked on in horror, as the previously silent and emotionless person in front of her became inconsolable.
“I m-misremembered everything…” He sobbed, tears cascading down his face like a waterfall. “Nobody was mad… I shut everything and everyone away! I tried to hurt you! I messed up my own life!” Between every sentence, more sobs rang out. Everything he’d believed, everything he’d let take over his life, it was all a lie.
She wasn’t sure what to do. After his initial rant, he collapsed onto the floor and let himself audibly cry. Shallow gasps escaped him, before sobs echoed once more. Niko decided the best course of action was the only one she really could do. She walked up to him, and kneeled down next to him.
“It’s not your fault, Sammy.” she whispered. “I forgive you.”
Samael’s sobs stopped, as his eyes met hers. His face contorted into a slightly more despaired look, but his crying slowed. “...Niko, go return it. I don’t… I don’t deserve to be sent home… not after the grief I put everyone I knew through.”
Niko was a bit appalled at his sudden switch-up, but didn’t know what else to do. “I’m going to miss you, Sammy.” She said, tears once again beginning to form in her eyes.
“I’ll miss you too, kid. Thank you for everything.” He muttered. She took a step back, as he whispered one final sentence. “......i’m sorry, mom…..”
Niko once again nestled the bulb in between her arms. As she walked back up to the mantle, she properly fit the lightbulb in it. A soft light grew brighter and brighter the more she screwed the sun into place. Within seconds, the entire room became engulfed in a white light.
They felt pain, then fear, and then they felt nothing.
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Silver sat inside her lookout, contemplating whether or not she should send a distress call to see how the Messiahs were doing. Tinkering with an object on her desk, she set it down and stared at it.
Why did she have to destroy that camera? It could have been useful. Instead, it was ground to a pile of dust. Any attempts to fix the now-mangled object had either worsened its condition, or mangled it beyond repair. She didn’t have time to mope about that, though, she just needed a break.
She stepped outside, and stared up into the night sky. At first, nothing changed. A dark-gray spread across the horizon, same as usual. And then, a difference. Light began to flow over everything. The previously dark lands had become bright with sunlight.
Silver didn’t know what to say. Staring at the sky, a small grin spread across her face. Despite being a robot, she began to feel a sense of joy in pride.
“They did it. They really did it.”
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“CALAMUS, CALAMUS! COME OUTSIDE, SOMETHING’S HAPPENING!”
Alula’s voice echoed inside the ruins, as she rushed back from the courtyard into their humble abode. “W-What? Alula, it’s 7:00 in the morning. You know that you’re not supposed to be up yet!”
“I know, Calamus, but Niko and her friend did it! They fixed everything!”
“NIKO AND SAMAEL DID WHAT?” Within an instant, Calamus sprung out of bed. He didn’t care if he was in his pajamas. He needed to see it to believe it. Alula sprinted to the courtyard, Calamus following shortly behind. Walking down the corridor, he could see light shimmering from the doorway. Joy overtook Calamus, as he rushed outside to see it in all of its glory.
The fireflies were beginning to rush back inside of their homes, as sunlight helped the land glow brighter.
“Calamus, what do you think happened to them?” Alula asked, stars in her eyes as she stared up into the sky.
“I’m not quite sure.” Calamus replied, pulling his sister into a hug. “All I know is, mom and dad would’ve loved to see this again.” Alula nodded, continuing to stare at the sky in silence.
Calamus sighed softly. Even though he was worried sick with everything Samael had told him, he knew that he’d do the right thing.
Everything was right in the Glen.
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“I’m telling you, Ling, I don’t know what came over me...” George was still panicking. The two pips on her face had turned to three. Her previous aggression had turned to despair. “I’m still terrified that they’re going to ruin everything, but what if they aren’t? I screamed at that poor teenager to the point of tears, and I didn’t even get to apologize….. Goodness, the world’s gonna die.... THE WORLD’S GOING TO DIE, AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE I COULDN’T KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT! I KILLED US ALL, LING, I KILLED-”
“George, take a deep breath.” Ling replied softly, sliding some tea towards her. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”
George stared down at the tea in front of her, unwilling to even take a single sip. “R-Right, sorry. I just really don’t want them to die, I guess… U-Unless that little glowing die I gave them was a bad omen. L-Ling, are they gonna die?”
“I promise you, from the bottom of my heart, they’ll be fine.” Ling replied, trying to maintain a soothing tone. “It’s all going to be over soon, I know it.”
As Ling began to pour a cup of tea for himself, something behind George caught his eye.
Light. A ton of it, as a matter of fact. Without thinking, Ling dropped the kettle he was pouring on the ground. “O-Oh, my god. George? George!”
George was quick to turn around, as she walked up to the window. “I didn’t think I’d see it with my own eyes again. T-They really…”
Ling smiled softly, walking up next to George to admire the sun’s radiance and warmth.
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Warmth.
That’s what Niko first felt as the sun hit their face. Slowly sitting up, she realized she was no longer in that other world. Feeling for her current location, Niko realized that she’d wound up on a wooden bench. The familiar sound of the clock tower chiming in her village filled her ears.
She was home.
As she tried to gather a better grasp on her, a couple of local Felidrans walked up to her. “E-Excuse me, little girl? You look like you’ve seen a ghost! Is everything alright?”
Niko looked at them both. Those familiar amber eyes hit her in the heart. She was finally home. Soon, she’d be able to hug her mama again. She’d be able to frolic in the fields. She’d be able to eat her favorite food, with her favorite cartoons playing in the background! Oh, how she couldn’t wait to show Samae-
S-Samael…
It took a bit to settle in, but as it hit, tears finally flowed from her eyes. “S-Sammy… Mama…”
“Mama?” The Felidran woman asked. Within an instant, her eyes widened. “Oh my goodness. Only one child in this village stills calls their mother "mama". Y-You’re that kid who went missing a week ago!” She turned around and shouted out to the nearby houses. “WE FOUND HER! WE FOUND NIKO REYNOLDS! SOMEBODY GET EMMA HERE, NOW!”
Niko’s despair worsened, her soft tears turning into a full-on cry. “MAMA! I WANT MY MAMA!!!” Within seconds, she was scooped into a hug.
“It’s okay, Niko, you’re safe now.” Niko sobbed into their shoulder, gripping on for dear life.
She knew it was hopeless. Samael had given himself up for her, in a final act of desperation for her safety. Niko had no idea where he could be. Did he go home? Was he stuck there? She couldn’t know. All she knew is…
Samael was gone.
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The World Machine stood in complete agony. Two beings, neither of whom deserved pain, were suffering emotionally. They could feel it.
“I could’ve done more, I could’ve done more.” They repeated to themself. Before they knew it, the sun had returned. The warmth surged through their circuits, but a tinge of guilt was there as well. Samael really did give himself up for Niko. A selfless act.
Suddenly, it felt something else. Something oddly empty. In an instant, the World Machine began to scan for any unnatural beings currently residing in the world. First, it began to search for Niko. As they expected, Niko wasn’t there anymore. Relief at last. But, before they could finally put themself into stasis with the sun being returned, they decided to also scan for Samael.
There was one problem. Upon completing the scan, Samael wasn’t there. Fear struck them. He wasn’t in the Barrens, the Glen, or the Refuge. Maybe it could check the Summit. They were there, right? Upon a quick check, Samael wasn’t there. Fear struck their heart. He was dead. They knew it, Samael was dead.
With one final lash-out, it scanned for EVERYTHING. Alive individuals, dead individuals, potentially comatose individuals, anybody that wasn’t from their world. After every possible scan, the World Machine was confused. There weren’t any living people in the simulation. However, there weren’t any dead people, either.
To their surprise, there were zero outside entities in the world.
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When Samael first woke up, he felt… strange. Last night, he dozed off in his comfortable bed. It was a quiet August evening, with nothing to look forward to in the morning. Another day of work was tomorrow, with the added guilt from the journey before. This morning, however, he awoke somewhere different.
A field. Golden wheat spanned for miles and miles, with no end in sight. At first, he didn’t recognize where he’d awoken. Slowly, he began to piece things together. Slightly moist ground, crops as far as the eye could see, that familiar scent of mud in the air… he was home.
He began to walk through the golden fields. As he brushed his hands against the tips of the wheat, a small pang filled his heart. Samael didn’t want to admit it, but he knew it was true. He missed Niko. At the same time, he missed his parents. Either way, he was losing someone close.
Missing Niko could wait. For now, he had to find home before he could reflect. Walking wasn’t getting him anywhere. It was all wheat. Wheat, and dirt, and a person working in the fields. OH! He could ask them for help!
“Excuse me, miss?” Samael walked up to her, as she slowly plucked the plant into her basket. “I’m trying to get back home, but I don’t know where I am. Do you have a phone I can borrow?”
“Why, certainly!” She replied, in an accent that he hadn’t heard before. “If you give me just a second, I can call up Xavier, and he can-” Turning around, her eyes filled with fear. A loud gasp erupted upon the sight of him. "W-WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU?"
As he got a good look at the creature in front of him, he noticed peculiar details. A bandana on her head, cat-like ears… and amber eyes. At first, he couldn’t comprehend it. Who was she? She didn’t look like anybody he knew. Before he knew it, the reality of his situation had sunken in. He wasn’t home.
Samael Moore wasn’t home.