Among the forests, a mist envelops.

[Shaon]

And this mist....

It has eyes.

It cannot speak,

But you can hear it.

What does it say, must you ask?

It says...

"Greetings."

[Shaon]

((Screw you now I get a RP entrance.))

Shaon was not sure why she stayed with the EC. The reason she had joined was gone, yet still she could not bare to go.

Attachment. A human emotion given to you by the beings that raised you.

And what about you and Technico? Is the feeling between you and him not the same?

Silence.


The want to follow was left unheeded, for she had no leads to where the spirit had left.

Until, of course, that day.

---

"Shaon? SP wants you. She says its important."

Melissa.

"Let her in."

The laptop's screen changed, to a younger child's face.

"Shaon? I've been alerted by the Psychotopian armband mainframe -- it's moved."

"Wha.... The gods wouldn't allow DP to move the city, Psychotopia being in the Carribian was a part of his punishment!"

"You remember what Refrika forced him to do. The gods have other plans for him now. Ones that may involve your permanant distruction."

"Never mind. Thanks for alerting us."

The screen fizzed back to the original teenaged-brunnete, just before the lid closed.

---

So now she stood, outside the gateway. Time to watch.