We reach Ios. At last, we falter and crashed. Too tired to move. He shouts. Why? I don't understand. I look around. And I see a Spirit Guide armed and flying.

Is this his plan? And an another comes. Oh crap! And a third. Wait, that's my brother.

"Help BROTHER! I can't move," I howler. The other two look at the third. He shouts back, "Really Mikasana? Why are you there?"

"Long story! Ow."

He rushes to me. Then lifting me up saying, "Better explain why you're on this island." I smile at him. The other two help the Greek guide.

"Death sent me here," I tell him. A face of "oh crap" is his response. I guess he knows. "He sent me to find this guy. That is it," I inform.

"Didn't ask questions. Same o Mikasana. Lucky for you, I'm here," brother says, "He's still here. He's not Greek. The guy is a foreign spirit that sets fires to living homes."

This pisses me off. Taking people's home away by burning them. I want a piece of that guy. "So far, no fires. I think he knows," brother frowns. He looks at me like it's my fault.