'Anything interesting, Dhulim?' A firm looking man pulled out a cigarette, and carefully stepped around Mex's appartment. 'I'm affraid not, inspector.' Dhulim turned around, while holding several plastic bags in his hand, they were all filled with blood stained items. 'I can't believe we were so stupid..' The inspector wanted to trash the whole place, but he knew that that would mess with the investigation. 'We have so much stuff to annalyse here, we have no clue about who killed the prophecy. But we do suspect that it's someone from the Youka believes.' 'Ofcourse... Who else..?' It was still early, but Mex's appartment was filled with people. The inspector light up his cigarette, and looked out of Mex's window. 'Has the council already been informed?' The inspector tapped his cigarette on the counter, and blew a cloud of smoke in the room. 'They have been, they are now... griefing.' 'My god.. If the people would hear that our war leader has been killed... There will be panic all over.' He walked over to the window he was staring at, just to get a better look athow peaceful the city was looking. 'It would be such a shame, Dhul. If this city would go to crap..' The city was illuminated. It was late, but people already went to work, or got coffee. 'I know that you care a lot about this city, Inspector. You've done a lot for it.' Dhulim put the bags he was carrying on the counter, and joined the Inspector watching the city. 'And all of it would just be destroyed with one mighty blow...' The inspector clenched his fists. Thinking about all the damage that this city would suffer made him even angrier than he already was. 'I.. Must be at the office.' The inspector put his cigarette out, and adjusted the collar of his long trenchcoat. ''I understand, inspector. If we come across anything suspicious. We'll page you!''
Somewhere, far away.. A music box was playing. The notes were faint, but still made a beautiful sound. It came from a music box, that was playing in a room. It was covered in dust, and cobwebs. Broken strings of cobweb were attached to the mechanism, showing that it had only started playing recently. A small firefly flew into the room, and landed on the ballerina on top of the music box. Her porcelain face was chipped, but she still looked as graceful as ever. A cold wind blew, and the firefly flew away into the depths surrounding the room. It was still playing, and the ballerina was still turning on her spot. It was now accompanied by soft droplets of rain that were splashing against the window. The door creeked, and an old man came in. His eyes were white as snow, and moving all over the place. He stepped inside, and felt the wall he was facing. Slow, but steady, he managed to get to the old music box. It was still playing faint notes. The man softly caressed the ballerina on top of it, and smiled. 'I may have never seen your face... But i'm sure your beauty is beyond compare..' The man sat down on the chair that was in the same room. He closed his eyes.. And just enjoyed the sound of everything. Another old man came in the room. He looked just like the other man, but his eyes were blue. He could walk in the room easily, but just stared at the music box. He looked at his brother, and saw that he was clearly enjoying the sound. He opened his eyes, and greeted his brother. His brother was looking sad, and whistled back at him. Their conversation excisted solely in whistles, and hand signs. The brother who was deaf never heard the sweet sounds of the music box, the brother who was blind never saw the graceful ballerina on top of the music box. Both lived in peace, knowing that the other could enjoy atleast one thing about the box.
'Here we go~!' A bright flash caught Queenly's eye, while she stormed out of the castle. 'What on earth..' She quickly stormed at Mex and February, keeping her lance close to her, just in case. 'Ugh... I'm not too sure about this teleporting all around.. It's making my head dizzy.' February smiled at Mex, and giggled slightly as he fell to the ground. As soon as Queenly saw that Mex had returned, she tried to run away, but she was being followed by Gnorx and the judge. 'Crap. Crap, crap, crap crap CRAP. Why am I being me right now?' Queenly angrily thrusted her lance in the ground and rubbed her eyes with both hands. 'Excuse me, lassy?' Gnorx was still carrying lynch over one shoulder. 'What do we do with.. Him? I just really want to go home and such.. I'm already working more than I should...' Queenly let out a loud groan, but kept her head held high. 'Okay Queenly, just think about making this a better place for everyone, but mostly for myself.'' She blinked with here eyes, and turned to the Judge. 'Just.. Put him the cellar, for now. Will you?' The judge looked at Gnorx, but he just looked away. He didn't want to interfere between the two ladies. 'Fine, as you wish.' She whispered something to herself, and they both turned around to deliver Lynch to the cellar. 'Queenly, is that you?' Mex got up, still feeling a little bit nauseous. 'Why didn't you just leave while not everyone was out, stupid? That would make things a lot easier.' 'O-oh.. Ehm.. Hey.. Mex.. How's.. stuff?' Queenly tried to smile at Mex, but sweat was dripping down her face. 'Are.. You okay Queenly?' Mex raised one eyebrow and tilted his head a little. 'ehm.. Yes! Why wouldn't I be? Haha. It's not like I.. Eh.. Never mind!' Queenly got slightly humiliated, and turned red. 'Looks good.. Must taste! So shiny!' February licked Queenly's forehead, but her face turned sour the same moment. 'Taste bad! No likey... Must be bad taste...' 'WILL YOU GET THIS FREAK OFF OF ME?!' Queenly shouted, as she pushed february away. The aching stone fell out of her pockets as she landed on the floor. 'Mex.. Is this..?'
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Garlox quest
Fantasy''Have you ever wondered if there is a world where you were never born? Have you ever wondered at all, in this mortal life you're living? People never wonder enough. Before you know it, everything may end. Or, atleast end as you know it. What will y...
