As the shook Mistro to get up, a sudden jolt of fear ran down Frolo's back. He knew Mistro was awake, he just felt like this was somehow his last rest. He knew that Mistro was perfectly alright, but he wouldn't wake up to much. It was as if he was in some sort of trance. Dark magic, maybe?

"Wha-?" Mistro shuddered as he rose his seat to a normal airplane seat back setting.

"Damn." Said Frolo, glaring at Mistro. "You were gone for quite a while. I was starting to worry about you!" Frolo let out a nervous laugh.

"Well thanks..." Mistro replied,glancing at Frolo. "What the hell? I still smell cinnamon..."

"Oh, the chef made cinnamon buns." Kuage said as he handed one to Mistro.

"You were supposed to say cinnabon!" Vulzie said as he lightly hit his brother on the head. "We agreed to make that joke, remember?"

"Oh yes! I completely forgot! I am dearly sorry, Brother!" Kuage said in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes.

"Frolo, you look a bit tired." Roman said, glancing briefly at Frolo. He hadn't slept all night because of what he was thinking would happen. He envisioned a death of someone in the party, not knowing who. He wanted to protect his new friends and old colleagues at any means. The fates who sent them here should have sent Frolo and the rest a weapon or two. It was dangerous to go without a defense. Right now, most signs point to Mistro's demise. Mistro is the only one with a weapon right now, so if the team were to be attacked, Mistro would have to defend with all his might, leading to his death. That was how Frolo envisioned it.

Frolo was no magician, but he did sense some sort of dark energy on Mistro. He knew that Mistro knew a tad bit of Magic, but this magic was one Frolo had never sensed before. "So, Mistro," Frolo started to question as Mistro looked up from playing with the miniature sheath dangling from his neck. "What did you dream about? Did you get any information?"

"Well..." Mistro stuttered. "No." He finally said. Frolo had only knew him for around a day, but he could already tell that Mistro did have Intel, he just didnt want to share it with the rest of the team.

"I had a dream" Mistro said as the bathroom door flapped shut. "where a guy told me that my sword is a spirit of a dead warrior who will grow stronger the more I fight."

"Well who was it?" Frolo wanted to know.

"I dont know. Apparently I was under some sort of trance or something. Darker magic than I know of... I could barely move or anything..."

"I could sense that on you. I WAS a healer in past life. I had to know the symptoms of dark magic and how to find and cure it. Anything else?"

Frolo was right about having his vision about a colleague meeting a tragic fate. Mistro didnt have an idea on who it could be and neither one knew if it was one of them, Frolo or Mistro. 

...

They landed in a stop that they didnt know of: Kuage and Vulzie were talking, Roman meditating, Mistro doesnt listen in general, Vantros tinkering with some spare nuts and bolts in his pocket, anf Cody and Frolo slept till the plane landed.

The party got off the plane as soon as possible: For they were never safe. They could be attacked at any moment. They didnt want to hurt passerby in a fight with some freak demon.

A random man with a large box walked up to Mistro's party. He took a quick look at a small slip of paper. "Mistro Makara?" He finally asked Mistro.

"Im Mistro Makara." Mistro said as signing for the papers and taking the seemingly heavy box from the man. "Man, whats in this box?" Mistro said as the delivery man walked away.

Vantros opened it with his strong hands. He gasped at what he saw. "They are Holotrons!" He shouted with the excitement of a kid getting a present from grandma. The team seemed to look confused, or so Frolo assumed, because Vantros sighed in exasperation and started explaining what Holotrons were.

"They are pieces of high-tech equipment that you can send messages, belongings, food, weapons, supplies, even people through these babies!" Vantros said while holding a slab of thin metal in his hands. The metal seemed to have indents in them for the purpose of design, most likely.

"Well," Roman said. "If they ARE so incredible, why dont we see everyone walking around with a 'Holotron?'"

"This is ancient Pompeian technology. It died with the city." Vatros said.

"Look," Mistro said, breaking Vantros' interest in the one he was holding by flipping it over. "They each have letters on them."

"Initials. Hmm... FC. Frolo Captor." Vantros said as he pulled them out of the boxes and handed them to the person with those initials. "VC. Vulzie Catzalovestrich. KT. Kuage Takeru. CM. Cody Mathewson. VD. Vantros Dioxide. Me! And finally, Roman Carr."

"Ok, but how do we work these?" Frolo asked.

"Just slid the thing and then it SHOU-" Vantros said as a hologram opened in Frolo's Holotron. The Hologram displayed an image of a bow with nuts and bolts in it, as if it was collapse. Frolo went to touch the Hologram and a bow appeared in his hands. It was, in fact, collapsible. He swiped his finger across the hologram as it presented a knife in a sheath. Frolo grabbed that as the rest of the group grabbed their weapons from their Holotrons. Cody got a Pickaxe and a rope to connect the pickaxe to his hand for mid-range combat. Roman got a spear, Vantros got a staff, Kuage got a Trident and Vulzie got an axe. Most of them had a way to disguise their weapons. They bought a backpack and put the currently empty holotrons in it and set off.