http://foreverourdream.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] foreverourdream.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] bizarronia2010-07-20 01:55 pm

so i herd u liek trollin?

This was something that Firion had to do on his own, and he couldn't let that Evan got hurt in the process. So, he started walking, telling him that he was going to check to make sure there weren't any monsters around. It wasn't a surprise for him, all of this. He was used to fight creatures in Hell and in the War.

He has seen too much blood, and yet he stands trying to help everyone. The darkness of the place didn't make him hesitate at all. He had a strong will, and he had all the support of his friends inside his heart. They were always with him, no matter the place. And Firion was glad to know that.

At the distance, he could see the figures. Was that the witch? He didn't know. But he had his weapons near him just in case. There was no going back now. Firion was strong like to protect them all. Also, nobody had the right to play with other people's lifes like that.

Firion kept walking, determinated to end this.

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"... I'm afraid I cannot help, my friend."

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecil seemed to be thinking the same, as his eyes landed on the spear again. "Maybe you could use it as a pole? It would be risky, but maybe you'd reach the stone that way."

*blind :D*

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Firion barely managed to reach the white stone safely. Cecil stayed in the same spot he was before, looking at the water in silence.

The tablet was decorated with the same images of the woman and the man carved on the stone, the image of the man was heavily damaged too. The words Call the Witch and speak your answer were engraved on it. Beside those words, a white envelope with a golden one winged eagle rested, the same envelope that was in the inn's message board.

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-23 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
There's a corpse under the bed. The doors are closed and the windows cannot be opened or broken. The house is locked but her room is burnt beyond recognition. This is the work of a witch.

Prove me wrong.

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-23 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
As Firion ended his theory, small letters appeared in the riddle page.

Why would she be under the bed if she was poisoned?
It was plain day, no candles were inside the room.

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-23 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Why would she burn something in plain day? There is no fireplace in the room.

Beato: *burns her :D*

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-23 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Silence followed Firion's words. On the shore, Cecil's eyes were still on the water, a sad light on them.

Beato: *no :D*

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-23 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
The door was locked from the inside. The house was locked. If you claim there was a murderer besides the Witch, how did the murderer do it?

SHE LOVES YOU WITH MURDEROUS LOVE.

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-23 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
And what happens if nobody can enter the house? I did tell you in Red that the house was locked too.

*THROWS CONFETTI*

[identity profile] enepece.livejournal.com 2010-07-28 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as Firion mentioned the last word, a blast of light could be seen in the sky. The stone started to crumble and the waters disappeared, and with it Maria's body.

In the shore, Cecil just smiled softly, looking at his fellow warrior. A soft, feminine voice whispered in Firion's ear...

"And so, the saint passed the first trial, yet another is to come..."

Before the world turned black, Firion could've sworn Cecil's lips had moved along those words.