"S-So, fell-fellahs, w-what br-brought y-you guys t-to th-this he-hell hole?" Sans said as he walked backwards in front of the boys.

They had walked out of the outdoor yet mysteriously inside garden and down another hall, they were sure to keep their distance from him and Michael made sure Chrisk was within arm's reach in case the skeleton decided to attempt something. No words were exchanged until now, there was no reason to before.

"Why do you wanna know?" Michael snapped.

"H-Hey, d-don't g-get so f-f-feisty, ju-just trying to li-lighten th-the mood s-since you guys mi-might d-die a-a h-horib-ble de-death her-here." He chuckled with a dismissive wave of his hands.

He didn't seem to be one to be serious in any situation.

". . .We're on a school trip."

"Ahh, th-the dr-dreaded scho-ol tr-trip. I reh-hun-dreds h-hun-dreds o-of kids c-c-coming he-here because of th-that th-thing, ne-never really und-understood it b-but it's a-a g-good so-source of y-y-young souls." He chuckled darkly, cracking his wrists.

Chrisk shivered uneasily at his tone.

"I thought you said you're not one to fight."

"I-I'm n-not, bu-but d-doesn't m-.mean I ca-can't enjoy y-your dy-dying scre-screams, s-so p-peaceful." He laughs as he turns back around and keeps walking.

"This guy is creepier than I thought. . ." Michael whispers to Chrisk and he nods, he was still bothered by what he noticed before.

They walked and walked for what seemed like hours, but it only felt longer because of the skeleton's annoying puns, they noticed that the area they were heading to looked a bit renovated but had holes and burn marks everywhere, there was a large crater in the ground, the hole was black and seemed never ending. Sans just walked by everything as if they weren't there, what happened here? They continued on but soon he stopped which made them stop, he looked back to them and cracked his neck.

"I j-just remem-remembered I got-ta do something, I w-was too lazy t-to do it but s-since I'm u-up and ab-about. Y-You g-guys c-can continue ro-roaming if yo-you w-want." He said, cracking his knuckles as he started to walk off.

"Hey, what about your brother?" Michael asks.

"Hmm? Oh, h-he's ar-around h-here somewh-somewhere, probably i-in th-the Royal kitchen. D-Dun w-worry y-you'll meet hi-him soon, h-ell you m-might even li-like him, but I-I got-ta make like a b-ball and ro-ll outta here. See y-ya fel-lahs." He said as he rounded the corner.

"Hey wait!" Michael ran after him but when he did he same he couldn't find that skeleton, it was like he just. . .vanished.

"The fuck?"

Michael looked around for the skeleton but couldn't find him, scratching his head in confusion. Chrisk tugged on his sleeve to get his attention, Michael snapped out of his thoughts as he looked down to him, he suggested they go down the hallway the skeleton disappeared.

"I guess, just stay close kay?" Chrisk nodded.

They started down the hallway in silence, once again the only sound being that of the storm above them and their footsteps against the hardwood floor. They continued to try door after door after door until they found a large pair of open wooden doors. Michael motioned for him to stay quiet as they inched closer to the doors quietly, they peeped their heads in, it was a kitchen. The room smelled of fresh blood, the walls a dull green with red swirls, there was a large ceramic top island in the middle of the kitchen, pots and pans dripping a red substance hung on nails all round the room, there were large cabinets on the walls as well. Despite blood being on everything the large room was rather clean. Was this where Sans' brother's supposed to be? Michael scanned the kitchen, no one seemed to be inside. He heard a gurgle behind him and turned around in surprise, Chrisk was holding his stomach and a light pink blush dusted his cheeks as he looked down, Michael was trying so hard not to laugh.

"Really, our lives are on the line and you're hungry." He said with a smile.

Chrisk blushed even more and looked away from him.

"C'mon," he wrapped his arm around his shoulders, "we need a break anyway, let's see if there's anything edible while we're here too." He smiled wider.

Chrisk blushed a little more at the contact, he never really interacted with people this much before, besides his mom and dad of course, he was homeschooled his whole life and only went to public school a few days ago, his parents thought it would be a good start to get him out of his somewhat reclusive shell. And they were somewhat right, he already made a friend, well at least he hoped so. With still cautious eyes, Michael helped Chrisk to search the kitchen for anything to eat, the cabinets had more utensils and other unidentifiable items inside but just covered in blood, Chrisk was too disturbed to look into more while Michael powered through, he didn't find anything useful. They checked the cupboards and they had the same things inside, they were about to check the fridge when they heard talking and footsteps.

"Shit, hide!" Michael whisper yelled.

But the only place to hide in that short amount of time was behind the island.

They ducked just as the figure walked in, Michael shushed him as sharp heels clicked against the tiles in long strides, the figure stopped at the island, they held their breath as they heard sniffing sounds.

"Hmm, I wonder if I have more soup left." A soft angelic voice sounded.

It sounded like a woman, her voice full of kindness and sincerity but also weariness and some slight hostility. The footsteps came to the right side of the island, Michael quickly moved Chrisk to the left side so they wouldn't be seen, the steps stopped by the oven, they heard it being opened and closed.

"Mmm, still fresh."

Something was put on the table and the footsteps went to the right again and they repeated their actions, the woman took something from the sink and turned back to whatever was on the table.

"I hope you two are hungry, there's plenty for all three of us," Michael and Chrisk froze, how did she know they were there? "I'm sure you will like it." She said in a cheery tone.

Michael made Chrisk move again as the woman moved around the table once more, they could hear her giggle in amusement.

"Please my children, as much as I would love to play a game of hide and go seek with you I'm afraid this old woman is not as energetic as she used to be." She said with a smile but they couldn't see it.

The last turn they made around the island Michael decided it was time to go before they were caught and pulled Chrisk with him back towards the door, they were still crouching but backwards as they tried to leave, unfortunately they didn't get too far. They bumped into something, or rather someone. They slowly looked up, the owner of the voice was a goat woman. She had dirty grey fur, a long bang that stretched from the left side of her face to the right, long ears that looked similar to pigtails, she wore a slimming black dress that hugged her curves just right but was tattered and torn from her waist down, showing a large pair of goat legs. If they looked at her well enough they would say she looked a mythical creature called a Fawn. But the most peculiar thing about her, besides her coal black eyes, was that she had no hands, half of her arms looked like they were cut off for some reason and they could see the bone and cut flesh rather clearly.

They both stood up quickly and backed away from her, Michael instinctively blocked Chrisk from her view, the woman just smiled.

"My my, aren't you two big," she stepped towards them, "though you're a bit skinny. It would be nice to fatten you up."

"Don't come any closer," Michael said sternly, the woman stopped suddenly as her eyes opened slightly wider, "we don't want any trouble-"

"Trouble? Oh no my child there'll be no trouble here, I just want to give you something to eat." She attempted to walk forward again but they both stepped back.

"No. . .Miss. We're not hungry, we were just leaving."

"Leaving? But you just got here."

"Sorry ma'am but we have to go."
The woman's eye twitched as they attempted to walk past her, but before they could even reach her they heard a weird sound then black fire rose up in a wall, blocking their exit, crackling violently and burning brightly although seeming to take in all color, they stood wide eyed while the woman just smiled at them.

"Now if you would please sit, I can assure you that I will not hurt you." She said through slightly clenched teeth.

She walked past them and to the island, smiling sweetly as she looked to them, the wall of fire stayed where it was, showing no signs of burning itself out, Chrisk held onto Michael's sleeve in fear, his heart beating hard in his chest as it slowly became hard to breathe. Michael held onto his hand as he breathed slowly, giving him a warm smile before guiding him to the table, there were chairs at the sides so they sat in them and her smile grew a little.

"Good boys, now I'm sure you must be hungry," the boys stared as two bloodied bowls floated out the cupboard and landed in front of them, they were surrounded by a black smoky mass that whisked in the air, "I'm sure you'll like the soup."

Two ghostly looking hands of the same color formed above the larger bowl, removing the cover while another two went for a large ladle and two spoons, the boys just watched in awe as the hands poured thick blood red 'soup' from the bowl to the smaller bowls using the ladle. What was this? Sorcery?

"What are your names? If you don't mind me asking." She says as the hands fixed her a bowl.

"I'm Michael, and this is my brother Chrisk."

Chrisk looked to him in confusion, why was he calling him his brother?

"Oh? Well that's delightful, there's a pair of skeleton brothers here, I'm sure you four would get along nicely." She smiled.

"Y-Yeah, we met the glasses one earlier. . ."

"Oh, Sans, lazy fellow isn't he? Awful habit of cracking his joints," she says as a ghostly hand helps her to eat the soup, they didn't find that too odd considering she had no physical hands but still wondered where the hands came from in the first place, "makes my skin crawl, but we know he can't help it." She giggled.

"Uh Miss? Are there only monsters in this house? If so how many?"

Michael grimaced looking down at his bowl of soul, an eyeball appeared out of it and stared at him intently, what made it worse was that it was the same color as his own eyes. Chrisk had one in his as well but it was pitch black with a dark green slit as the pupil, the white haired boy stared at it emotionlessly.

"Why yes, besides you two and your friends, there are lots of us here, all different shapes and sizes. There are quite a few of us but I'm not sure of the exact number anymore. There's less of us after the war. . ." She said sadly.

"War? What war?" Michael asked with a slight head tilt, Chrisk was listening to the conversation but his attention was mostly to the bowl and eye in front of him, it was like he was in a trance, he just couldn't look away from them.

"Well, it is very. . .morbid, I wish not to spoil your appetite." She looks down at the bowl and sees that Michael hasn't touched his food and Chrisk using the spoon to play with his.

"I insist, it would be nice to know why we're stuck here in the first place." He had a point.

She sighed heavily but smiled softly after, "curious one aren't you? Alright, I'll tell you. You see, we were around as long as the humans were but we only interacted with each other by accident when a border was to be made for our growing kingdoms, this was a few centuries ago. The humans were skeptical about us at first, especially since most didn't approve of our use of magic, but eventually they opened up to their new neighbours," she giggled softly, "we lived in peace for the next few years, our people shared knowledge, tools and other useful information with them and they did the same, it was. . .nice until. . ." Her eyes slowly saddened and her smile turned into a soft frown.

"Until?" Michael tried to press her on.

She quickly looked back to them and regained her smile, "ah, don't pay any mind to that, the story will just spoil your appetite and I don't want you feel glum for the entire night."

Her bowl was empty as she stood up, the ghost hands putting it in the sink, Michael looked at her in confusion as she walked towards them. She made a motion that she was going to pick up his bowl but a ghost hand picked it up for her, "I'll put this away for later." She smiles.

She then walks over to Chrisk, smiling to herself as she sees the bowl was empty, picking it up and walking away. Michael stared dumbfounded at Chrisk, a bit of disgust in his eyes, he didn't just. . .eat that. . .did he? Chrisk looked to him with a slight head tilt, confused as to why the boy was looking at him that way, but Michael just dismissed the thought with a hand wave.

"My children, would you be so kind as to follow me?" The goat woman said as she turned back to them.

". . .why?" Michael asked.

"Well after a meal you must be tired, not to mention how long you've been here already. This house takes a toll on everyone and even us monsters have to sleep when we get the chance, you humans are different from us therefore you will be affected differently. I wish not for you to endanger your health, so please follow me."

". . .fine. . ."

"Splendid!" She cheered.

She started to walk towards the door, the fire wall long gone, and the boys soon followed, they walked a different route than they did before but there were still craters and burn marks everywhere, she too seemed unfazed. Michael's mind was elsewhere as he thought back on the conversation he had with the goat woman, he couldn't stop thinking about the story she was trying to tell, what war was she talking about and how did it start? Did. . .did whatever happen at that time have something to do to her hands? Michael looked up to her back for the first time for he wasn't making eye contact before and focusing on his surroundings more, the sight before him made his heart jump. Flesh torn and mangled, bone showed through in a large hole in her back, like something clawed at her back until they met the very bone. Luckily her ribcage showed no signs of extensive damage, it was still intact at least if not for a lot of scratches, and her other organs were whole but scarred and a different color than normal. But he didn't know which was worse, that someone or something attacked a woman of her large size or that her wound wasn't bloodied. Michael didn't ask, he was too shocked to ask, a foul feeling in his stomach as he stared, who would do that to this poor woman?

Wait, 'poor woman'? Michael shook his head as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. Why was he having such thoughts about her? She was a monster, a thing that wanted to kill him and everyone else, as the hell flower warned. Yet. . .he didn't feel any hostility from her, hell she's been nothing but nice to them, did he mean all monsters or just a select few? Was she involved or not? Was he lying? He growled lowly to himself, his head overheating from over thinking, a soft shadow covering his eyes as his mood dampened. He glanced over at Chrisk who was frowning slightly as he looked forward, maybe he saw her back as well.

"Here we are," the woman said as she stopped in front of a door, turning to the boys again, "you may rest here as long as you like, I'm sorry for the mess but I haven't been able to clean as often as I used to. You can use the facilities as you wish as well. I'm afraid I have to leave you two, I have to go find my husband and discuss some matters with him, I bid you farewell and a sound nap. Good night my children."

She curtseyed, ghost hands lifting the ends of her dress at the sides as her legs bent. They both did an short awkward bow as she stood with a smile and walked off down the hall and disappeared behind a turn. They both breathed hard as they let go a breath they didn't realize they were holding, Michael helped Chrisk to open the door, they were rather heavy, and peeked inside. They didn't know what she meant by 'mess' but the room was relatively clean if not for the uneven floor boards, the unmistakable hole in the wall and the not so unnoticeable blood smeared and stained on the walls you would say she exaggerated. After deeming the room empty, Michael motioned for Chrisk to come, checking outside before closing the door behind him. They further checked the room to make sure they were the only ones inside before relaxing at sitting on the large but single bed. The ticking of the wall clock started to drown out the storm as they stared around the room, it looked like one for a child, Chrisk spotted art utensils on a table not too far from the bed, an idea striking in his mind.

Chrisk quickly got up, a soft smile on his face as he started to use them, Michael looked at him in amusement before he turned around, to him he looked like he was enjoying himself. Chrisk came back with a large art pad and a marker, using the marker to write on it, when he was done he turned the page, in black marker it read:

-Hi Mikael!- in cursive, a smile on his face.

Michael chuckled at him before turning to him.

"Hey Chrisk. . .my name is spelt 'ch' and not with a 'k' by the way."

Chrisk made an 'oh' face before writing on the pad again.

-Sorry-

"It's fine it's fine, I guess I can finally talk to you now huh?" He smiled softly.

Chrisk nodded but then his smile faltered, -why did you tell the woman that I was your brother?-
"Oh. . .cause most of the time when you tell someone that another person is your family they tend to not mess with you, and you're a small kid, you're gonna get picked on a lot without someone there for you."

-But you've never been like this while at school-, he pouted.

"Well I was trying to find you, to show you the ropes and stuff, but I couldn't find you. You're small and fast and disappear easily, one minute your here and the next you're on the other side of the school," he laughed, "and I only really found you today but you didn't seem that. . .all there so I left you alone for a later time, you didn't look so happy at least. . ."

-Oh. . .I thought you were avoiding me like everyone else was, since no one really likes the new kid. . .and my face is always like this-

"So I've realized, but it's nice to see you're holding out well in school. Oh! Remember when the woman gave us those bowls of red stuff? Did you. . .did you eat yours?"

Chrisk cowered a little before writing again, -yes?-

Michael's face contorted to one of disgust, "whyyyyyy?? You don't take food from the person that's trying to kill you!"

-But I thought you had to, since she is one of the people that's trying to kill us, to not make her upset or angry-

"Yeah but that's why you find other ways to not eat, while still trying to get information, like when I asked her all those questions. . .what was in that bowl anyway?"

-It tasted like tomatoes-

"Tomato soup?" Michael hummed in thought, so she didn't want to kill them? Why?? They were right there, she had the perfect opportunity. . .yet she didn't take it.

A yawn from Chrisk interrupted his thought, the smaller boy rubbing his face to keep himself awake.

"Alright, you need rest," Michael said as he took the art pad and marker from him, "sleep on the bed. I'll take first watch."

Chrisk tried to get the art utensils from him but since Michael was taller he kept them out of his reach.

"No no, you need rest. Don't worry, you'll get them back, but after you sleep."

Chrisk pouted and folded his arms like a child, Michael just ruffled his hair before walking over to the table, he sat on the bed next to the Whitehead as he laid with his back to him. Michael stared at the door as he let Chrisk rest, still thinking about the woman and why she didn't kill them, unbeknownst to him that a figure was watching him the whole time.

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Mr. Sandstone gasped loudly as he struggled to keep himself above water once again, the cold liquid stinging his wounds and threatening to choke him as it sputtered in his nose and mouth, the eel woman pulled him by his arm to the shore, helping him before he got too tired to swim by himself. They struggled to get themselves on dry land before Mr. Sandstone collapsed on his back, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths as his heart tried to return to its normal beat, all the while the girl was looking at him with bright eyes, curiously, amazed, excitedly, surprisingly, and many other positive emotions. She remembered how her first human looked, she was smaller than her and had the cutest bow in her hair to match the cutest pair of eyes she's ever seen, her skin was as white as snow and her hair as golden as the desert, she was beautiful, but the only problem was that her life was stolen from her by the time she saw her, red splattered across her dress and leaked from her chest and mouth, eyes dull and skin white and pale. The eel girl didn't kill her, if that's what you're thinking, her mother did, her dreaded mother.

His coughing brought her back to reality as she looked down to him, his lips a soft blue and his skin looked paler than before, he was shivering as well but he had a cheerful smile on his face. Why was he smiling?

"Th-Thanks Mi-Miss." He said, still shivering and smiling.

The girl looked to him with a head tilt, her eyes glimmering in the light that was there, her eyes were black and had orange pupils, about the same shade as his clothes, and showed the brightest sign of innocence he's ever seen.  She leaned towards him slowly, her fin hair falling before her face, Mr. Sandstone's eyes widened as her face got closer to his own, fear making his heart beat faster again when he saw her mouth open, showing her sharp needle teeth. His body froze in fear as she got closer, he wanted to move so badly but the fear was too much for him. Then a bright white forked tongue fell out and was slowly dragged against his face where the blood dripped from open skin, he jolted as she started to lick his whole face, cleaning up the blood, and licked the other wounds on his body, even the ones on his chest. He stared confused at her actions, what was she doing? When she pulled away she licked her lips and gave a small smile to him, he slowly sat up and looked at his arms, they weren't bleeding anymore, only feint scars remained. He touched his face as well and realized it wasn't bleeding anymore, did she have some sort of healing power?

He looked to her and held her hands, her eyes widened in surprise as she stared into his own, "thank you so much Miss!" He gleamed, hugging the girl tightly.

She sat stiff in his arms, what was he doing to her? She was confused but a warm feeling formed in her chest, she never felt this feeling before, not even with her sisters, but she liked it. She slowly hugged him back, enjoying the hug before they pulled away, Mr. Sandstone looked at his surroundings, they looked to be still in the cave but this side brighter than the last, he wondered how he was going to get out now.

"Uh, Miss," he said, looking to her, her gaze never left him, "would you mind showing me the way out? I have to go back to my friends." He said slowly.

The girl slowly nodded her head, seeming to understand him as she 'stood' up, Mr. Sandstone rose to his feet although still a bit dizzy from the second dip and followed the girl as she took his hand, it was wet but surprisingly not slimy. She slithered in front of him, she was about a foot shorter than him and about the same body size as him, he wondered why she was the only one that didn't try to kill him and why the others didn't follow him. They treaded quickly, she seemed anxious now to get him out, but he didn't ask why, at least not yet. As they walked in silence he noticed a feint fishy smell getting stronger and stronger, and it wasn't from her, he didn't even know if she had a smell since he didn't notice one, he saw carcasses along the walls of the cave, mostly fish if not limbs of unidentifiable bodies. He felt a sickening feeling in his gut looking at them. He also noticed large boulders placed haphazardly around the room, some looked beaten like they were punched relentlessly and frequently while others were broken and cracked to make smaller boulders. What happened here?

She gasped lightly, stopping suddenly and causing him to bump into her back, she stared into the darkness as her grip on his hand tightened, something was troubling her.

"What's wrong?" He whispered.

She shushed him as footsteps echoed off the walls, they were quick but heavy, like they walked with a purpose but their own body was stopping them from moving faster. The girl quickly pulled him to the closest rock, it was small but had enough mass to hide him as the figure then walked into the room.

"Shyren?" It was a woman's voice, deep and coarse, hostility in her tone.

The girl flinched as she looked to him, telling him to keep quiet again before moving from behind the rock.

"What're you doing here? You should be home with the others, there're humans about. . .you went for a walk? By yourself. . .I see, but why were you behind that rock?"

Mr. Sandstone flinched slightly, causing a loose rock by his foot to move, making his presence known. He cursed himself under his breath hearing the woman now silent.

"What is that?" She growled, "you wouldn't be hiding something from me, would you Shyren? . .oh? You look to be lying to me."

Her footsteps got closer to the rock he was hiding behind, he held his breath as he heard sniffing noises, a soft growl afterwards, could the woman smell him? He heard the footsteps walk away from the rock after a while, another noise after that.

"What?" She said in a slight hiss, "now you want to go back? . .fine, I'll walk you, but you have to stay home this time. I don't want you wandering around when. . .if a human comes, they're dangerous."

He heard an approving hum and shuffling with footsteps, the noises moving away from him, he guessed where he and the girl had just come from. He peeked from the rock, seeing he was alone and sighed, he carefully stood up and continued where he and the girl was going originally before the unknown woman came. Who was she anyway, that she wanted to get her away from him? Was she one of the ones that would kill him, like the other fish people? As he walked he realized that calling her 'the girl' now was a bit. . .rude, her name was Shyren wasn't it? It seemed to fit her, a shy siren, perfect for her. He then stumbled upon a pair of navy blue doors, they were big and reached the ceiling, there was a design on it, it looked to be a fish's face, angry eyes, large teeth and puffy lips formed downwards in a menacing frown. It was a scary looking fish, like a piranha.

He easily pushed the doors open, finding himself in the mansion once again, he sighed in relief that he was out of that place now, the fish smell was starting to irritate him and that's saying a lot considering he's been nose blind from living on a farm his whole life. He silently thanked the girl- Shyren as he continued his trek in the mansion, wondering which part of the establishment he was in now, taking note that it looked different than the last part he was in with Vivi. Searching doors once more he wondered if the others were alright, considering how long they were separated now, was it roughly an hour by now? Maybe he should try to go back to the beginning of their journey, in an attempt to find his companions. He could still hear the thunder rumbling above him as he walked, honestly wanting his country home even more, he was already planning on going back at the end of the week, this would've been his last ride before he was on vacation.

Such timing though. Having to fight for his freedom so he could go home, so he could live. Such timing indeed.

He shivered as he hugged himself, his clothes were still wet and cold and stuck to his skin, he had to change before he got sick, or worse hypothermia. Most if not all the doors he opened were bedrooms but they were in disrepair, old and in shambles, they didn't look like they contained anything useful either. He continued searching until he met a room of bright pink, pink furniture, pink rug, pink curtains, everything, and it was rather clean too.

"Woah," he said in astonishment as he walked inside, his eyes glancing from each shade of pink in the room, "it's just like my sis' room. . .but pink. . ." He said to himself.

He walked in and closed the door behind him, making sure no one saw him before sighing, he looked around again, finding a large hot pink wardrobe to the back wall. He walked towards it and opened it slowly, in fear something would jump out at him, but nothing did, except the bright array of colors inside. Red, blue, white, purple, grey, and many other combinations and shades. A hint of disgust filled his eyes though, having enough of colors for one day especially after the encounter with the mermaid people. If they were mermaids that is. Most if not all the clothes were flashy, and feminine, and definitely not his size, but maybe, just maybe he could find something in here that could fit him, before he caught a cold.

Eventually he managed to find a black shirt with a pink heart on his chest and long black pants, a size too small but it was better than nothing. As he started to change he couldn't help but feel eyes on him, not paranoia, like actual eyes on him, but every time he looked he saw nothing. He shrugged the feeling off and continued to change, checking his appearance in the mirror, he didn't like the fact that he wasn't wearing his favourite color anymore but he wasn't a picky person either. He hid his clothes somewhere in the room, behind all the pink so no one would know he was there, the clothes he was wearing now we're quite warm too so he was gradually feeling better. He also found some sneakers as well, this time a size too big, and hid his own shoes with his clothes. After making sure there was no evidence of him being there he slowly opened the door and peeked outside, the hallway was as quiet as before, he stepped outside and continued his trek to find his friends, still hoping he could find them in this maze of a house.

But unbeknownst to him, there actually was someone watching him in the room, someone hiding in plain sight, eyeing his movements as he searched and change clothes, spying on him. Was their gaze full of malice? Maybe. Curiosity, like Shyren? Possibly. But all that could be known was that they had an interest, unknown to him and anyone else, but it would be revealed later, if they let it.

Ohh, another chapter over and done with. Yay!

Who do you think was doing the spying?

Who is Shyren's mother?