“Nikudemon…” something soft called out to him entering his mind. The voice was unclear to him, but it reminded him of the last time Zorlo called him. The spiritual calling thing that Nikudemon still didn’t understand how it worked. He been making his way down the mountain that he’d been training on for a while now. He knew it would take one whole month to reach the bottom and he been walking now for two weeks. It’s been about two weeks now since he last saw Zorlo in that cave and now this voice was calling him.

“Nikuudemon…” the howling wind called out to him again. The swordsman’s body descended down to the rocky road of the trail he walked on. He reached for the hilt of the sword as he searched the area around. There was nothing, only the wind that blew his longer hair around in front of him. “Niku…”

“Who is it?” he asked still not moving, holding to his sword waiting to attack.

“Nikudemon…” it called out again as if to answer his question. The sound seem to be traveling through had been so long since he last walked into the Dome. Ever since he left Kenjin to train on his own he hadn’t see the door to the dome. He didn’t even know how he got into the Dome when he fought the fencer.the wind. The voice almost sounded like Zorlo, but that couldn’t be. The fencer was miles away somewhere unknown to him again.

“What do you want?” Nikudemon asked in hope to get some answer to his question. There was nothing, not even the wind blew anymore as the swordsman waited to hear an answer to his question. If it was really Zorlo calling for him he would have to rush his down from this place, but what if it was something else. He would find out hopeful as the grass blow again. Green lettering begun to appear in front of he eyes. It was like a magical spell was being caste, but this was forming words. A massage from his friend and now the leader of his group.

I request your help. I’ll be in the Dome at lab #3 of the Dark Eye.

Zorlo

The message was clear and had very little information to it, but it was enough for him to understand it. Zorlo needed his help in the Dome, but it

“My friend, I would live to help you, but I fear I’ll be too late if I don’t find away into the Dome,” he said to the green message hoping it would reach the fencer, but knew it wouldn’t. A tear came to his eye knowing the truth he wouldn’t make it in time to help the fencer in his fight. The Dome was a mystery to him, one he didn’t understand at all.

The teardrop rolled down his cheek, falling off his face, and finally splashing onto the ground below him. The little spot of water the tear made begun to grow longer, reaching to wall of the mountain to the edge. The moist dirt raised up, reaching for the sky as it grew taller and taller. It became a wall that blocked Nikudemon from going back to the summit.

What? What happening? he thought as he slowly backed up from the wall. He watched the mud wall form marking and runes that remind he of marking he saw in the Dome. Lines after lines grew and swirled along the wall. Vines shot up from the ground twirling it way up the sides of the wall. What this? Is the Dome calling me back? he questioned in his thoughts as watched the mud wall form.

Then everything stopped moving and it seemed the wall had finished. Nikudemon stood up and walked up to the large wall. He stared at the Beautiful artwork that was formed onto the wall. “Amazing,” he said almost at a whisper. Reaching out he touched one of the runes, it glowed blue and a long bright light formed down the middle of the wall. The door had opened to him once again.

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Wonderful set by, Lady Knives,
Alliance of Tasogare member, Restoring the Luna Bracelet