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240 lines
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Syrus decides to take a look around at
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his surroundings. He is standing on a four-way
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intersection. On the dark purple soil are light
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purple, almost magenta, pathways. One
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pathway leads to the left, where Syrus can see
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a lava river coming from the mountain in the
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center of the island.
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To the right, the pathway leads into
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a dense forest. To the north, the pathway
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goes into the mountain, to a large bright
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red door. The door appears to be locked.
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Finally, down the southern pathway,
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is the guard house area, where Synan is
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walking towards Syrus. Synan dosen’t seem
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to notice Syrus at all, and cuts through the
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field going towards the right.
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“Synan! Is that you?” Syrus shouts.
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Synan has dark, messy hair. Syrus’s is
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blond, kinda messy from sleeping for three
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days on it.
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“I see you have some of those ‘Warp
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Marbles’ as well. We both have ten open
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marbles now. Let’s have a contest. Let’s see
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who can capture more monsters. Our meeting
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place will be at the castle on the other side.”
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Syrus says, confindently.
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“I’ll take the right.” Synan says.
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“I don’t think so, Synan. You’re taking
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the left, near Hell’s River.”
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“No fair!”
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“You want to make something of it?”
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Synan sighs, “Left it is.”
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“Good. I thought you’d see it my way.”
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Syrus begins walking down the pathway
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to the right. As he nears the forest, he sees a
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small tower-shaped building. Syrus steps inside.
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The doors close behind him. A sharp,
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computerized voice comes on the speakers.
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“Warp Stone, please.”
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Syrus dosen’t have a ‘Warp Stone’.
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He remembers his Ideya Capture, how old
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man Shady had his name for them, Warp Marbles.
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Syrus puts an Ideya Marble in the
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bowl-shaped slot. The voice comes on again.
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“Insufficient amount of Warp Stone. Please
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make sure that you have a valid source of the
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ore, and that the stone is not currupted.”
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The doors open and let Syrus out.
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Synan is already long gone. Syrus looks
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over toward the lava river. Synan and Zoe
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are sitting on the other side. Syrus continues
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on walking toward the forest.
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Syrus enters the forest. ‘Synan took
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the easy way! He probably already has his
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first monster! I need to find one!’ Syrus thinks
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to himself.
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Syrus looks around the forest. Unlike
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the rest of the island, the pathway here is
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brown, normal dirt. There is also a lot of grass
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growing around here. The trees and bushes are
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so densely packed together. It was getting late
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now, and the forest is so dark. Syrus sees
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a faint glimmer of light, reflecting off the moon.
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Syrus takes a close look at the light.
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It is a monkey-like monster with oversized
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eyeballs. A monster! Syrus throws an ideya
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marble at it before it knows what happened.
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The marble bounces off as a blinding
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light exits from it. The light engulfs the monster
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into a large ball of light. The light then returns
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to the Ideya Capture.
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“These things really work!” Syrus
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says.
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Syrus decides he should probably
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make camp for the night, but he can’t stop
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finding monsters to capture. He continues on
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down into the forest.
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After a while of walking, Syrus gets
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into such a deep section of the forest. The
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leaves overhead are covering up all the
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moon light. Syrus is left in complete darkness.
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Syrus continues on. He comes to
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a four-way intersection. He turns to the left.
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This pathway seems to go back in the opposite
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direction he was coming from. It goes straight
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into a solid wall of the mountain.
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A child is standing here at the end of
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the path. He is about ten years old. He looks
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suspiciously like Synan.
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“Hey! Thought you’d cheat and
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follow me, did you? Nice try!”
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The boy answers, “Who are you? You
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obviously are mistaking me for someone else.
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My name is Kail.”
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“Kail, huh? What are you doing out
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here?”
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“I am searching for my brother Sage.
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Have you seen him?”
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“Sage? No, I haven’t seen him.” Syrus
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answers.
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“Oh, okay. Do you know Synan?”
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Kail asks.
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“Synan? Yeah, he’s here on this island.”
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“Oh, that’s not good. This is all wrong.
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Synan isn’t supposed to be here!”
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“Why? What’s wrong with Synan?”
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Kail ignores Syrus and runs down the
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pathway and disappears into the darkness.
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Syrus chases after him. “Wait!
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Kail, come back!”
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Syrus runs into the four-way intersection
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and crashes into somebody, knocking both
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of them down. Syrus gets up quickly.
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“Kail! What made you stop?”
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“Kail? What do you want with Kail?!”
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The person stands up. In the faint moonlight
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Syrus sees that this person is a girl. She is
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around 12 or 13.
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Syrus obviously just mobbed the
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wrong person.
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