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Chapter 4: Kirgan House

The place was large, built around what looked to be a fallen skyscraper. As we got closer, me and Peter were baffled, seeing as it was built around not a skyscraper, but was built around the iconic twin towers. "What!?! But- ju- hw- huh!?!" I was baffled. The towers had been destroyed in 2009, and yet, I see what looked to be perfect replicas of them set in the desert. Peter had been turned into stone just by the sight, having no clue either, yet Grrga was perfectly fine. He drove us to the wall, and with but not a single sound, the wall, made from more discarded pieces of planes, houses, and what looked to be dams, went up, and inside itself to let us through. So while the outside of the giant wall was made from mostly gray in tone, built bland, the inside was as beautiful and filled with color as those in Japan of my timeline. Of course, the towers still stood tall, but below it, the world was fragrant, and to our right, the land was filled with many cars, all built differently, and to our left had valleys, some showed small houses, with farms, and others were built just with flowers. My mind could barely render everything around me, and with the sounds of music, most sounding like that of electro dance music, and the sounds of bustling streets, it felt like a sanctuary, and when Grrga looked at our bewilderment, he grinned, saying, "Yeah the Highlands of Kirgan house are a beauty, but we need to go deeper down." "what?" I ask, watching as the music faded out, and instead came a more rigged, deep metallic type of music playing. The land still had many cars, though this one showed more along the lines of housing, with families around each corner, and when we continued, I felt something bad was coming.

The Trenches of Kirgan House were the lowest of the branches. And out of the seven there, it was the shortest, with no farmland, little to no cars, and many houses, looking more like one room sheds. Families of what looked to be of four to five were littered around here, and when Grrga stopped at a house with an extra shed built into it, I felt that this was his home, all the way to when he unlocked the door and said, "welcome to my home," where I then knew it was. By size comparison, his home was very large, with furs all over his right wall, and what looked like a deer head with the fangs of a saber hung on the top of the door. "It looks like your home is bigger than others, guess you worked hard for the extra room?" asked Peter. "No, I just took it." Peter and I shared a look, then said nothing else. Peter went into the other room, and saw it was his shed, built into his own liking where he kept his tools. Peter found a hammer, and began to put deeper notches into the sheet. After a while though, I went back to the main room, and got into my backpack for my computer, when I remembered it wasn't working. "Grrga, you wouldn't happen to know where one of these are, would ya?" I said, pulling out my battery from the computer. He looked at it once, then said that he didn't know what it was. "If you can spot a higher placed person up in the first to third branches, you might be able to get one, but i don't know of anything else." I felt my heart sink for a second, because of how everything I owned was in the computer, but if his words were correct, he would need to go find one. "What are you doing?" "going out." I said. "No, you're not!" Yelled Grrga, "Not yet. Do you have a weapon?" A little startled from the burst of his voice, I answered with a shake of my head. "Well then what do you mean by, 'going out'? Heading out here without a weapon is like asking for a deathwish." I walked back and sat down on his little couch, barely able to hold both of us up. "Well, how else am I going to find a battery?" "With a weapon. Here." he said, throwing a pair of scissors that were undone and sharpened. I caught them carefully, and watched as the two went together in their original places with magnets. "Those are highly dangerous around here, up to the tip being able to split your eye open on it's own." I stared in bewilderment before snipping them together and setting them in my pocket, where I noticed my pants were ripped. "I'll fix it later..." I said to myself, placing the scissors instead in my other pocket. And walked out the door.