Chapter 5

"Oldfried?.."
"Yes Oktar?" Replied the Priest.
"Ive been meaning to ask..." Oktar tentatively broached.
"Hmm..?" 
"Whats the deal with the Scythe...?"

The scene of the 2 old men dragging the lifeless (and very drunk) form of the young druid wavered for a minute, then rippled and finally disappeared, leaving an oily silvery liquid churning in the pit. Its watcher stood from her stoop, and laughed out loud.
"If thats the best theyve got, then whats to follow will be easy!" She announced. 

Skye MMeoi was very much alive, if you can call being banished to another dimension, alive she thought. It had been a long time, but that time had been well spent preparing for this moment. Once again she allowed herself to think of the good times as she called them, when she had followers ready to do her bidding, and would still if not for the damnable Wizard Oktar!.

"Soon, the time will be right..." She continued, "and I will take up my rightful place in the order of things." She stood proud, tilting her hed back, flicking her long black hair back.

"bout flippin time..." came a reply, seemingly from a pile of dirty, old clothing that had been stacked in a dishevelled heap in the darkest corner of the cave.

"WHAT!" she yelled back, "YOU DARE.."
"Aww, nah don go gettin yerself worked up." The pile of clothes interrupted.
"Weve bin ere nearly 7 year nah, an I don know abou you, but Ive ad enuff!"
"If it wasnt for me wed both be dead!" She retorted.
"Yeah, well..., therere worse fings..."
"Well not for much longer..." She stooped down to cup some of the silver liquid in her hands, stood upright again, and drank. 

After a silent pause she reached up and seemed to be turning a huge and very heavy invisible wheel, as she did the cave around them seemed to wobble slightly, imperceptibly at first, then more definitely. The floor shimmered, the walls drifted in and out of focus. Everything looked like you were looking at it through a window with water running down it, objects seemed to dissolve, and coalesce into other things, until gradually reality seemed to give up the fight and let go with a snap! 

Slymejade had been the only other occupant of the cave (conveniently located bang slap in the middle of absolutely nowhere as he put it) for the last 7 years, and usually appeared disinterested to the point that he actually appeared to be unconscious. He stood. "Aww.., bloody ell lady, its flippin rainin!"

They were standing outside a tavern. In fact the tavern, that had just been vacated by Oktar, Oldfried and the drunk Druid Jeremy.

"Wot nah den?" Slymejade enquired.
"Now we claim back what is rightfully ours, or more correctly MINE!" She descended into maniacal laughter.. And trudged after the trio.

"Aww.., bloody ell, I jus knew shed say summink like dat..." Breathed Slymejade, and followed...

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