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[CrimsonMoon]

" The Spirit that guards the flute... I remember little parts something about obstacles, a contest... That warps reality," Margo murmurs and grimaces," The flute controls an army of ancient heroes, we can only suspect that te spirit that guards it is not the most welcoming and docile of spirits..."

Martin hefts his war axe and grins," Then we'll just cut 'im up! Not 'at hard!!"

" Have you successful cut up a ghost before?" He snaps but Martin merely chirps," 'ere's a furst fer eveythin'!"

[Light]

"We'll do what it takes, Martin. And if that involves chopping up intangible objects, we'll leave it to you." Albus swings his head side to side, even antsier that they were in the castle.

[CrimsonMoon]

" The Nguyen Arse has enough troops to dispatch an army
To go after the flute while the other persues us," Martin rumbles and frowns

Margo doesnt answer fpr a long time before murmuring,"... All things must die,"

-TIME . SKIP-

When they emerged from the tunnel it was pitch black yet two horses were tethered to a tree, Margo seemed much more at home in the darkness then Martin who seemed to be tripping over everything.

" Albus... We're gonna have to run the horses to the ground," Margo murmurs, gazing around at the untouched and untamed jungle around yhem

[Light]

"Yes," he agrees, waving the light from the paper tags out. "This is... unsettling."

[CrimsonMoon]

A little nature never killed an'body," Martin rumbles with a big grin

" You've obviously never been in nature before," Margo smirks coldly, utying the horses and handing the reigns to both of them

[Light]

Albus grips them and swings up onto the horse, "Lets move quickly. I smell rain."

[CrimsonMoon]

Martin struggles onto the other horse which gves a discontent huff and Margo just starts walking," Ready?"

[Light]

He hesitates a moment, looking over his shoulder, "yeah..."

[CrimsonMoon]

Martin puts a large hand on Albus' shoulder," We'll get it baxk... We'll get it all back..." He growls

[Light]

He tilts his head down and closes his eyes, "no matter what." He faintly whispers.

[CrimsonMoon]

-TIME . SKIP-

It was daylight and Margo had lead them off the road, setting up a crude camp out of sight of the rode but on yop of a cliff to look down on it.
Margo had curled up in the shadows and was sleeping soundly while Martin slapped around at mosquitoes

[Light]

Albus had his legs hanging off of the cliff, his horse tied up to a tree further back away from the camp. His eyes were closed, the wind whistling past him as the morning dew settled on them.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You worry too much," A soft voice murmurs

[Light]

"I'm not worrying," his forehead creases, and his eyes remain closed. "I'm thinking."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Of how to break thay traitor's neck? Thats what i think about.."

[Light]

"No," he leans back and opens his eyes, "Breaking his neck would be too easy a punishment for him."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Then make him watch his forces be destroyed," the voice urges," Make him watch his generals be slaughtered, make him suffer for our land."

[Light]

He tilts his head a fraction, ".... It's hard to do that without an army..." He muses softly.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... An army is useless in stealth, Prince, Or do you think an army of spirits is quieter?"

[Light]

He smiles faintly, "I happen to favor spirits more. Their company is easier to keep." He fingers a slip of paper, pressing it against his lips, "they don't leave me as easily as the living do."