Lost and Found

They who Lived

The walls were still blackened, same as the last time Sans had returned, the ring that he was hearing was gone now, confirming what he already knew. He was being led home. Fright growled as they stared at where the prophecy was once etched its stone. Sans ran his hand along it as he followed it to where the doors stood once upon a time ago, long since burned away by the fire. The grass that he expected to be long wast though. "... people have been here recently... it's all trambled down.." Sans noted as he crouched again. Someone had been in his home, possibly desiccated it. Fright growled again. They could still be be there. Sans pressed on, deeper into Allhalla and passed the gate. The buildings have been reconstructed. The fields, planted and weeded. Someone settled here. In his birthplace! That didn't settle right with Sans. He may not have wanted to come back, but it didn't mean that he didn't care. With a snap of his fingers his entire pack came to aid him. "search the place, flush 'em out. don't harm them unless i say other wise. we don't wanna start a fight."

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The pack separated to search the premises and Sans headed to one of the newly built buildings. At its side stood the hiwyn of the clan, well kept. At least they had respect for the dead. Sans patted the stone, sending out a small prayer to his father and the others lost, before entering the new building. He saw artifacts that had survived almost immediately. Singed scrolls, articles of clothing, pottery, tools, etc. It made his soul ache for the old days, the time that he finally thought he left behind. He sucked in a breath when he saw an in tact painting of his father, his hand immediately went to the medallion that he'd been carrying around since he found it in his closet with Retribution. He headed down the singular hall which lead to a room. He pushed it open, ready for a fight, but instead he saw a familiar face. Even a hundred years later and bedridden, she still looked like a elegant woman, though she wasn't strong, he could feel it in her magic that she was barely holding on but still. Spectral was still alive.

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"seema." It felt like forever since he said that single word. The elder Skeleton hardly stirred as Sans walked over to her side, soul pounding and tears in his sockets. "you're alive..." This time he gained a response, as her old sockets opened and she spoke. "Papyma... has the danger passed?" Sans paused a moment, calling his blasters to dismiss. There were others alive. It wasn't just Spectral. "yeah, yeah the danger has passed... i... i really missed you, seema, i didn't think you were..." Spectral looked confused as she finally turned her skull to look at Sans. "Who are... you are...?" Sans chuckled. "i've grown a tad since you last saw me, seema spectral, it's sans... tine nanum's son." Her eyelights widened as she tried to sit up. She stretched a hand out to touch his face. He leaned into the touch. "Welcome back, Papyma... I knew you would return." Sans immediately felt suspicious. Was it her that was calling him home? He didn't ask. "Help me up, Papyma." Sans did as she asked, helping her to stand. "of course, seema. how many of the clan are left?" He asked as she slowly led Sans out. "Come see for yourself, Sans." She replied.

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There weren't as many as when he was a boy, but there was many Skeletons, most of which were his age or younger. Over ninety percent of the Skeletons Sans didn't recognize, but there was a few familiar faces that Sans didn't know personally but knew were of his generation. None in his Uhama though. It disappointed him. He'd hoped at least one of them would have survived. "This is Sans, everyone. He is no threat to us... in fact he is the salvation we have been awaiting. The son of the Tine." He immediately looked at Spectral. Salvation? Was she expecting him to stay? Sans had a brother to go back to. A murmur ran through the crowd as they stared at him... Stars he was short compared to the others. "Please, Tine Sans, feel free to re-explore Allhalla. You'll find some things have changed in the past one hundred and eight years." Sans nodded slowly, leaving his Seema in order to do just that... and think about his next moves. He certainly couldn't stay after being away so long, he didn't remember his own customs all that well, let alone barely knew these Skeletons.

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There was a few young in the nursery. Some of the blackened boards were replaced with stronger wood. There was a few storage sheds for the crops and the hunted animals. There was more housing units for the slowly growing community. There was one building he didn't really recognize that he went to check out. The inside was stacked with shelves and shelves of scrolls, very few looked old, most of them looked much newer. He could hear voices on the inside, both female as far as he could tell. He slipped through the shelves, curious as to who hadn't been in the front, his blasters must not have gotten here before Sans called them back. He noticed a purple glow against the wall, causing his soul to pick up pace. No way, no way. He picked up his pace, dodging past loose scrolls and teetering old shelves until he saw them. Amiri he recognized immediately as she scribbled on another scroll. "Brushy, you need a break yet?" She questioned the second Skeleton. "No, the souling is no bother. I'm fine."
"Very well, but you need to eat soon or Seema Spectral will be on you again." Brushy and Amiri. "my ehas.."