Garlox quest

Chapter 66; Shards and smoke.

'The people down seem hurt.. Why is that? Was it something I did?' 'No, ofcourse not. You did everything that had to be done. You did excellent!' Loin was busy repairing an old clock, even too busy to look over at the small ballerina standing on his desk. 'If that's so... Will you.. set me free?' Loin sighed, and put the heavy looking glasses away from his face, looking the small ballerina doll in the eyes. 'You did well, but have you learned enough yet? Have you studied what the people before you have?' The ballerina said nothing, and cried. 'I don't want to look down anymore! All I see is sad people, poundering on how they can improve themselves, live up to standards that are unreachable.. And why? Who told them to be perfect? All I see are these insecure individuals.. But all so unique, so colorful. I don't want to fix what's not broken papa! I don't want to look at these problems anymore.' Loin stroke the ballerina's face with his pink. 'It seems like you have learned quite enough already... I'll see if I can put in a good word for you when the owner arrives. After all, he knows all about magic.' Loin detached the ballerina from her musicbox, and put her on top of a high shelf in his workspace. 'Wouldn't you miss me, if I set you out on a mission? I would miss you, bunches and bunches.' The Ballerina giggled. 'You're such a tease, I know you can make another if you pleased. No need to flatter me!' 'Heh, I'm sorry. It's just that you're my best invention ever. Every ballerina next to you, would just wither over the years. You remained, just for me.' The Ballerina giggled, and looked away shyly. 'Not just for you! All I want to do is to follow your brilliant ideas. Thanks to you, I could create worlds.. The melody you gave me, gave life to so much more. My life has meaning, but only if you give it to me.' 'Heh, that seems pretty nice.' Loin put his hand behind his head. 'If you think so big of me, why the need to leave?' The Ballerina sighed, and asked Loin to pick her up. 'When I created those worlds... Something went wrong.. I got hit by a star, and my song was crooked. I tried to play it, but at some point I was too damaged to play. I tried to repair it, but at the end.. I was too late. I saw these worlds grow far too quickly to each other. I have tried to right my wrongs, yet.. I was unable to. Whenever I close my eyes.. I feel those worlds calling out for me, calling out for me to try again.. I want to, but I can't. Not in this shape atleast.' Loin could only chuckled. 'Being close to one another never hurt anyone, right?' He fixed his bandana, and put the ballerina back on her musicbox. 'Whenever you played me your melody of life, I found no errors.. Atleast nothing that sounds off to me. So to me, you did perfectly. But, your wish is my command. I will ask him to do us this favor.' 'What favor?' Gizma appeared in the same striped suit that he greeted February in. 'Sir Gizma.. Welcome! Do you need anything?' 'Aye, that's why I'm here because I need something.' 'I'm sorry sir.. I knew that you came to take care for something of me...' 'Time is money pal, start jabbering about your needs.' 'Sir, Gizma sir... I.. I want to talk to you about upgrading.. Anastacia' 'Fat chance, good bye.' 'No, please! Mr. Gizma, sir.. Please consider it, even if it was only for just a bit longer.' Gizma turned around, and looked and Loin 'What makes ya think I would upgrade ya world creating machiny thing? Fat chance, if she loses it we all be lost. Never call me again!' Just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone. 'I'm sory Anastacia, I did all I could..'

'To my understanding, you are from another planet, are you?' March faintly nodded. 'So I was told.. It has been a while, I do not remember much..' 'Try to remember, child... After all this is all you have to offer for your freedom. Take your time to think..' Axl stood it the corner, licking his lips as his father gave March his choises. 'My.. My name is March, I stand her guilty of trying to impersonate the part of god. I was punished for the person who I actually am. Beamed up to a world unknown to me. A world that has been unknown to me ever since I was first found, and captured. I stand here guilty, a broken sould with a broken voice. Whatever it is that I have to offer, is yours. In return I ask nothing but your guiding hand to my own world, or second best my freedom. May my demands be found humble, and the offers I make of importance.' 'Good, it seems that you know your submissive task within my plan. First, you must tell me. Are our worlds alike? Feed me with your knowledge child!' March stared in agony. As what was asked, he could simply not comprehand. 'I don't have anything to compare with... This world is to me so unknown, I have never been outside the four walls that gave me home for years... I wish to obey, but with this knowledge I simply can not.' 'Can not obey?!' Axl smacked March across the face, and spat on it after. 'How dare you not to obey! You simply must try harder! Do you want to hang from the chains for another twenty years? I'd be my pleassue to see you there, unable to do anything. I'll make you do all sorts of fun things!' As fear could be read out of March's eyes, the deaf brother stepped in. 'SILENCE! I may be without physical appearance, but I will make sure to punish you if you act upon my guest much longer, Axl.' With a bit of shame spread across his cheeks, Axl made his way back. 'I'm sorry father..' he mumbled as he glared at March. 'Please, feel free to enjoy yourself from now on.' The deaf brother tried to sound his most sincere. 'I will build you a house, and provide for your stay. This is if you are willing to tell me the differences between both worlds. 'So, that I can spend my entire life here? I-if I may be so bold, I need a bit of guarantee that I will one day be reunited with my beloved sister.' It became silent for a while, black goo oozing from the ceiling as March could do nothing but look up with hope and disgust at the same time. 'What better choise do you have? Has anyone made you an even better offer? I would love to hear it.' March looked away, as he realised that he had overplayed his hand. 'I.. I'll do it. But only if you can return something of my home land.' A long silenced passed, before the deaf brother could reply. 'I suggest you try out the house first, before you make any demands.' 

'I.. Think we need to get back to your country, actually... The cause lays within.. We can't fight it from outside. Are you able to get back, Ankha?' Ankha let go of February, and looked at Mex. 'I.. Think so... The guards would benefit more from me being inside the castle, than outside. Also, don't worry! I know my ways inside. It's the outside that's the hard part.' Mex chuckled, and packed his bag which he only recently had unpacked. 'However, don't you think your mother will be hunting us down? I mean, Queenly killed her husband. I would be pretty pissed if anyone killed my better half.' Ankha shook her head, and peeped at February. 'She hasn't spoken to him in months. She was too busy ordering around male guards to have some int-- Ehm.. Company.' 'She sounds like a delight.' Mex spoke with a frown on his face. 'We goings now, or later? I hungry is.. Please?' Mex put his hand on the almost fully packed bag. 'What do you say, Ankha. You know it better than I do.' 'I think we can best head in early morning. My people set out the market very early on. In such a crowd, no one will pay us any attention!' Mex  put his hand on his almost packed bag, looking outside. Daylight was still shimmering through the windows, Mex had to think of a way to kill time. 'February? Remember your friend, the judge?' February nodeed excited. 'Yes! We can her visit?' 'I do think we have time for that, yes.' February grabbed Mex's hand, and offered one to Ankha. 'Erm.. Anka, are you familliar with teleporting?' Ankha looked down, slightly emberassed. 'N-no...' Mex raised his eyebrows, and chuckled. 'Well, I don't think most people do, hehe. The trick is to not eat before teleporting.. Just like swimming, actually. Just try it with us, together.' Ankha held her fist close to her chest, and looked back at February's empty hand. 'P-please, show me.'  As Ankha completed the cirkle, February teleported all of them to the Judge's house. With a bright flash, as usual, the three of them landed safely on solid ground. 'Whu...' Mex fell down on his hands and knees, trying to to puke his stomach out. 'You feelings any ill?' February asked Ankha. 'N-no, I feel fine, thank you for asking...' Suddenly, the judge's door swung open. 'A gods send! I almost feared that I was being served to court myself.' The Judge swiftly threw herself in February's arms. 'Please! Do come in, all of you. Quickly quickly. The more the merrier! I already have been surprised by an univited guest, so why not make the best out of it?' February couldn't even reply, or she would be dragged inside. As Mex and Ankha followed the two of them inside, a rather large man was sitting with his knees almost up to his face in a far too small chair, holding a tea cup that was far too big for his hands. 'Oy, Mex! Lad, how is days?' 'Gnorx! What an.. unexpected place for you to be.' 'Aye.' Gnorx tried to put the cup on the table, but helplessly let all the tea get out. 'I was thinking that me and yer judge lady friend had been through so much. Like 'ere meant to be friends.' Gnorx tried to squeeze himself out of the chair, yet to no succes. 'And I told him that it was sheer coincedence, he suggested me to get to know him better, yet I refused. Hamlet is also not too impressed with his presence. Tell me, February, Do you even for one second think that Gnorx and I should get to know each other better?' Before February could give the judge a glassy glance, Gnorx got up quickly, and made his leave. 'I'm sorry Ma'am.. I must er overjoyed my stay..'