Crimson's Prophecy

Scarlet's ideas

Three months passed and the broken leg didn't want to heal that well. Maybe it was because neither of them were doctors, so neither of them knew what to do if you ever broke your leg in the Kathrenian universe. For Crimson that meant he always felt a bit of pain when he walked. Other than that he had again a lot of luck for not being attacked by too many creatures in those three following months. Sheila and Scarlet both thought he didn't have luck but the animate beings of the underworld ignored him for a reason they couldn't explain. It was the first time in his life he was happy to be ignored, he had to admit to himself.

No one had died in the time which his leg needed to heal as good as it could. There had been lots of fights and situations theyd faced, especially Hether and Fiona, but neither of them showed any signs of being impressed of the weapons of the creatures theyd been attacked with.

It was only after that quarter of a year when they were outside again, all of them. They noticed some other people with lights walking around and didn't dare to get too close because the other people with their lights didn't show any signs of getting near them - they acted like slaves.

Crimson was curious though. He decided to separate from the others a bit, promising he would just go past that bridge next to them underneath of which the souls of dead people swam like transparent water.

The young man saw the strangers as they walked behind a building. "Hello?" he shouted at the darkness which appeared ten feet in front of him to where his light cube couldn't shine anymore. "Hey, who are you back there?" He heard creatures screeching afar when two people moved into his field of vision.

One of them took five more steps until he stood directly before Crimson. "Let me check your eyes," the stranger said. After he did so he stepped back and nodded at his companion before turning to the other person again. "I'm Deric, this is Fiona," Deric introduced them both. He had dark dreadlocks, tied together at the back of his head. His skin color was again darker than Crimson's and he was quite small, but at the same time seemed as dominant as Scarlet from the first impression.

It was only now that Crimson noticed the other person was a girl. She had a stern look on her face and when she turned on her light cube she had brought along there was a ton of insecurity to read out of her facial traits. Something bad must have recently happened to her. There were a couple of scars in her face, anyway, one of them covering her forehead from the right upper side to the left lower one. The other scars were on her cheeks and shone in a pink tone of color.

"What are you two doing here?" Crimson wanted to know. He had looked at their eyes already and knew that they weren't any slaves, but that didn't automatically mean that he trusted them.

"We're looking for a guy called Crimson. We've been in contact with dozens of people since we're here - we arrived four months ago. None of them could help us or the people were slaves, attacked us and we were forced to kill them so that we would survive," Fiona explained. Her gentle voice was comfortable to listen to and that was one thing the one man Deric and Fiona just had met didn't expect.

"Congratulations! If you really looked for Crimson, I can tell you that's me," he said and sounded quite theatric on purpose. "Now tell me: Who are you?"

The two others glanced at each other before Fiona told him why they were here and how they voluntarily integrated themselves in all of this business of teleporting themselves to the Kathrenian universe. She talked about the adventures Deric and her had gone through, about the creatures most of which Crimson already knew: the ones throwing knives, jumping off of roofs, the ones trying to make them freeze to death and also those who could grow heads out of their necks and heads.

When she didn't stop telling about the adventures Deric interrupted her and started to tell Crimson what actually was going on: that Andrew had been with them - and also that he had died.