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    The brilliant rays sweep slowly across the fishing huts as the sun gradually marches across the boundless blue sky. Beneath the white cotton clouds, villagers crowd into the market bumping into neighbors, friends, and vendors that they have known for years. Small children muddy themselves in a moment's notice as their mothers turn their heads to pick up the produce. As the sun begins its journey downward, fishermen gather on the beaches as they return from a hard day's toil on the seas. Hauling the catch back into the village, some head irresistibly towards the tavern for the saucy wench and occasionally a drink that the tavern also offers.

    The fading sunlight colors the world with a deep golden touch as the sun sets for another night. The curtains of the fishing hut near the edge of the village fails to protect its contents from the light as the sun gives its final breath to beam the rays directly pass the windows. Unlike the soft morning rays, the light of dusk infuses not life, but unforetold despair and sadness as it graces the emerald green eyes of the figurine still standing on the oak table. His eyes twinkle in the light as though a tear is held from falling, forever lost in the days of the past.

    Stretching his arms high into the air, the young man finally wakes as the day comes to an end. Rubbing his half-closed eye lids, he sighs and says to himself, 'Have I slept the day away again?'

    Casually picking up his cloak on the chairs, he swings it around his neck and secures it place. He picks up his sword on the oaken table and heads for the door. Just as he begins to walk out the door, he turns slightly and glances at the Baron. After a moment's hesitation, he shuts the door and head down the street deciding that the Baron is safer in his house than traveling alongside him.

    The dirt road now sits quietly as the inhabitants of the village returns to their respective homes preparing for an evening's rest and another day's travail. Walking down the dark path he produces a jar of fireflies to light his way. Although it is not as bright as a lantern nor even a torch, it is enough for him to see the figures in the blackness and the waves of the ocean as it stretches its arms grabbing the gravel on the beach back into its limitless body. After settling into a small fishing boat, he pushes the transport off the beach and drift into the moonlit night.

    It would be until sunrise before the fishing boat finally reaches it destination, the beaches of Eire. Although the journey itself is quite short and can be completed in a mere few hours, the young man often lie in the boat looking up the sky watching the bright jewels of the nighttime display its unworldly beauty wondering if this is all but a intricate play toy of a greater being.

    Tying the fishing boat to a large rock on the beach, West carefully climb over the rocks as the waves begin to pound the shores hungry for any lose stones or an unsuspecting soul. The path to the town is worn and poorly kept as undergrowth are beginning to reclaim the land. Not far from the rocky beach, a camp has been set up off the path. Judging from its appearance, it seems to be the camp of the Fomori warriors. The scattered equipment and left over food creates a perfect home for mice to roam freely.

    Suddenly, out of the edge of the forest, a figure leaps out and pounces on a mouse as it was trying to sneak across the camp with a bit of meat in its mouth. But with lightning quickness, the mouse drops its breakfast and runs into a small burrow in the ground. On a closer examination of the figure, the figure stands about as tall as any man or woman in the land yet the features do not fully match that of anyone that he has seen before.

 'What is your name my friend?' says West as he offers his arm for assistance.

 Running down the path, a lady in armor screams loudly at the pair, 'There you ARE!'

 The young man turns his body and is surprised to find that he recongizes the lady. 'Lady Flower?' says the young man clearly puzzled.

 'We'll skip for the formalities for now,' the girl with the blue electric hair says.

 The blue hair girl grabs the mouse pouncing figure in her arms and squeeze with all her might.

 'Now, don't run off without me like that again!' says Lady Flower.

 Turning to Sir West, she says, 'By the way, this is my sister Cloud Kitten, but we call her CK for short.'

 Pouncing on the young man, the girl almost knocks him over as she catches him by surprise. Sir West says with a smile, 'Nice to meet you too.'

 'Would you help to take care of her while I'm away?' says Lady Flower, 'She's more than I can handle sometimes and I can't be here at all times either.'

 'Of course,' says Sir West, 'It would be my pleasure.'

 The uncanny similarity between the figurine that stands in his hut and the Lady Flower's sister is shocking. Though there is no fur covering the entire body, the facial features immediately brings an image of what the Baroness might look like.

 'Perhaps she will give us a clue to the whereabouts of the Baroness' West says as his thoughts slip and materialize into words.