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| - Neltor was thinking deeply and swiftly, as he had been for the past hour. At this moment though, he was deciding on which way he would secure his trap and defeat Elorn, the oars reversed, he moved his knight’s unit into Elorn’s back gate. Elorn had centralized most of his units at the front lines to keep a defensive hold at there, but left a vulnerable back door. Neltor attacked the rook, Elorn fell for the trap and finished off Neltor’s knight’s unit at the cost of Elorn’s anti-rook unit. This was only to be counter struck by the two bishop units. The boat stopped as Nero got up and swept Elorn’s rook off the board, one of the few ways to get the twins focus at climaxes in their games. Neltor yelled in fury at Nero “I had Elorn cornered! You idiot! You ruined our game!” Nero calmly yet hurriedly replied “We’re at Sharoz.” Dazanra got up and told them expressionlessly, “I will be leaving now.” Dazanra weakly raised and limped away from the boat, disappearing into the fog. The twins picked up Fikar, Elorn in the front and Neltor in the back, and followed Nero, who had an atmosphere of knowledge of Sharoz. Sharoz was in a tropical climate zone and was covered in thousands of huge networks of water, swamps and marshes. Therefore, Sharoz was always fogy in Nez-95 to Nez-85, a season attained when Synava was facing the sun at an angle of 85 to 95 degrees. It only dried at Nez-0 to Nez-15, Nez-0 caused severe solar damage to the swamps and marshes though. Elorn and Neltor chased after Nero as quickly as possible, but Nero was running too fast for them and they ended up taking a wrong turn, a turn into a dense mesh of tiny bungalows that were more the size of small sheds. Elorn yelled to Neltor “Wait! I think we lost Nero!,”Elorn slowly turned around to look at Neltor, both of them were in complete shock as they realized that they didn’t know what was going on, they now knew that they knew less of how the world worked, “What should we do?” Both the twins walked in-between a bungalow and a large building to rest from anxiety. As they sat down and laid Fikar comfortably, they sighed. They were exhausted, even though they had awoken only a few hours ago, the sun had moved approximately 0.5 centimeters in all the time they were awake. Neltor pulled out a pocket sized purse, which he had crafted with zebra muscles dried skins, and asked in a daring tone “Play me?” Elorn stared at Neltor in a perplexed manner, but finally said “Aw, what the heck! Let’s play.” They both yelled simultaneously “I’m white!,”They both knew that Elorn had called first, as their brains could now measure time by a tenth of a second. Later, they would fall asleep in the deep colonization of Sharoz’s most populated metropolis, darkened by the sun shield laid over the city to protect all the sleeping denizens... "Elorn, why is this place covered in a sun shade?" "So I heard, the locals around here can't stand the sunlight--it is like acid to them." "So they need this protective covering every day?" "Aye," replied Neltor. Nero had forgotten about the two kinors and the fikos at the moment, his mind full of remembering the correct route to the clock tower’s market. His neck sore from being crooked so long, remembered that he did not require his mask. He took it off and let his neck feel straight and let the air cool the perspiration that had seeped under his neck, a rash had turned his emerald green scales to a harsh bloody red(from scales pealing and the rash), yes, he knew that this is the way he should be allowed to live. He finely reached the clock tower, remembering that soon he would be most likely be in the middle of a fight that he either caused or just had more bad luck... The official gangs that pretended to be guilds would be coming out to claim the clock tower as their territory at the "official” time, or for them when the clock struck 90 o’clock. He stared at the beautiful 720 lines that marked each degree and semi-degree. This beauty was what he always saw, even when he was thinking on where to go, but at last he saw a vent and walked towards it. As he opened it he saw that inside was a duct leading down and a tremendous wave of heat. On the vertical wall was written: If you come down here to kill me, reconsider because this is the only entrance that does not have a security lock and it leads into my light sealed furnace that is always receiving extremely flammable yet long burning fuel. He thought for a few moments and a plan formed in his train of thought. He grabbed hold of some mud that had absorbed the moisture and packed the vent with it. He then put an energy field that blocked air from going through it over the vent, waited a few minutes and then slid down the duct. Success, as he had thought, the fire had dyed by a loss of oxygen and now he was hidden in a maze of ducts that heated the entire house. His sandals blackened by the medals heat and his body prepared to hold in all the water it could. He shot a wave of energy to counter the heat, somewhere else he heard heavy droplets echoing from far away. His blood began to expand and his heart pounded. He heard a yawn come and someone mumbling. He heard a soft liquid trickle down a pipe and more mumbling. He realized what was happening and screamed in horror "No! Don’t start a fire!”he sent a wave of powerful energy to the furnace and heard pressure being compressed as he maneuvered it to push a hole in the metal, the metal cracked and the liquid seeped out and with it went Nero’s conscious... When Elorn awoke from his nap, he saw that their was a group of people talking to Neltor, who had an expression of gladness. Elorn got up and walked over to the group, who looked over at him and nodded. Neltor took a stride towards Elorn and with glee said, "Elorn! these people are going to help us get Fikar to a hospital!” Elorn had to register in his mind what Neltor meant he ran over and picked up Fikar with Neltor and they followed the group, the group of people followed the path to the clock tower and went to a house with a golden bell connected to the door so that if you opened the door the bell would warn of intruders. One of the females in the group told them "The doctor is in there, we’ll defend the tower here so you’ll be safe while we defend our establishment here.” Elorn, not understanding what they were saying looked at Neltor and he looked at Elorn, but not with confusion. Elorn commenced a soul bond and after the few moments of stabilizing the information swiftly loaded into Elorn’s brain. He learned that Neltor had been abducted and interrogated and had to prove that he was not part of a guild. When he finally proved he asked if they could help Fikar, which they had gone back to see what condition he was in as they observed the condition of Fikar they told him that there was a clinic near the clock tower. As they negotiated on payment for the bills Elorn had awoken, so they finished that they would pay if the twins defended the tower with them for awhile, they would even have a place to sleep in the tower as long as they acted like members of the guild, temporarily. Elorn and Neltor went into the clinic with Fikar. On the outside the clinic had been a titanium box and no other descriptions could be given, but the inside was much more cozier, chairs sat in the corner to be sat on with the walls painted dark red, a gold colored grid pattern was sprawled across the red. A note was on the oak counter beside the bell, it read ‘Ring bell for service’ Neltor tapped the bell, but no response was given so he rang it repeatedly until a frazzled person came to the desk and yelled "This clinic is not open for ser-!” Then he gazed at Fikar and opened the door in the wall that was not apparent to outsiders and said expressionlessly "bring him in here, don’t mind the other person in the room...” Neltor handed Fikar over to the shadon and responded "We have to help the dominant guild now, they are paying...” The clinician nodded as they turned with their hearts pounding, no longer did they have control of what happened to Fikar...
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