Rynx

Chapter 3 - Conjure

Conjure felt Max wrap her arms around her, and Conjure felt numb at first, but then Max whispered, "It must have been hard, huh?"

Conjure's barrier she'd held up for years crumbled in an instant, and the tears flowed out before she could stop them. She gripped onto Max, burying her head in the crook of her shoulder, letting all her pent-up emotion crash down upon her like a smack in the face.

***

"You done yet?" Max asked, slowly peeling herself off Conjure, who felt lightheaded with all the crying she had done, first time in several years. This was probably all the pity and emotional-ness Max could handle for the next several months, as she wasn't very good at consoling people. And for some reason, Paranoia was giving Max a weird, edgy look. Max stuck her tongue out at her, as if forgetting that Paranoia couldn't really express her emotions very well or give her an angry reaction like Max was probably aiming for.

Paranoia simply tilted her head in slight confusion. Conjure gave Paranoia a slight shrug in response, a smile painting her lips.

***

Conjure touched the hat that Paranoia gave her, wondering why she had decided it was necessary. It didn't make much sense—it was just a hat...

She then remembered when Max had whispered "Lore of the Magicka" and she saw names of everything floating above them; she had also somehow gained a sight that made it hard to see shadows. It would be a good tool to have during nighttime. Max had been pacing around and glancing at the weird world's landscape, occasionally talking to Paranoia. Conjure, however, was too busy writing in her journal. She wrote down everything she could possibly write down about Rynx—and ask questions—like how the heck they got there, and why the world looked so dead, and how LOGIC SEEMED NON-EXISTENT HERE.

While Conjure was busy writing down every little, tiny detail, Max and Paranoia were having a conversation about something to do with food and starvation and something about betrayal. So, an argument, it seemed. Conjure sighed. "STOP ARGUING!!"

Max turned around and raced up to her. "CONJURE, SHE LED YOU INTO A TRAP BY PRETENDING TO BE YOUR FRIEND!! SHE'S THE ENEMY!!"

Conjure blinked slightly. "How so?"

Conjure wasn't sure what she meant by that; Paranoia was her friend. She hadn't led her into a trap, she just wanted help, she just wanted help in her home world. She couldn't imagine if it was a trap...it meant she couldn't go back home, that she couldn't ever go back to what she was before, nor would she ever be the person she used to be.

She gave a small sigh. Conjure looked up at the sun that was currently setting, suddenly wondering if maybe she could be happy here, whether it was creepy, or away from her family, or not.

"Well...She's suspicious to me. Randomly you get some random ghost-thing that's writing in your journal, the next thing you know we get in a fight and now she's happy about the fact that we're stuck in a DYING PLANET!!" Max yelled, throwing her hands in the air. She started pacing so fast she left purple leaves blowing around her in the breeze she created.

Conjure pondered this as Paranoia stared out into the abyss-like sea, into the red sky with black clouds, watching the maroon sun sink steadily down the sky, bringing with it a night sky that made Conjure almost scared for the new world's logic. The sky was pale white with pitch-black stars, the moon a deep, deep scarlet.

"It is almost night, we should find a place to rest that would be safe for all of us, as you two are very...erm...squishy, I should say. In the morning, we should head out to the forest and try to find 'those two.'" Paranoia said, looking up at the unusual sky.