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Feeling the presence of someone behind him, yet not truely able to do anything about it, he walks on. Making no intention to shield his thoughts from the outside world, he comtemplated to himself how he was going to get out of this place. Then it struck him. What an interesting challenge, torment, torture, and suffering without physical or magical contact... this could be fun.

He wasnt even aware of it, but a smile had brightened up his face as his feet carried him higher into the structure, much higher.

Takara continued following the demi-god, not minding the silence in the least. She'd become used to it, when she travelled on her own after waking on that fateful day. Little seemed to bother her actually, and for the moment, she was content to keep on walking. The comforting aura of the Pagoda calmed her soul, and it was with these thoughts that she tailed the demi-god suffering. Such an ironic place for him to be in. Though she had to wonder how he came to be here...and what it was that she had sensed within his mind when she last entered it, that feeling that was beneath all others, hidden by the urge to hate and destroy, beyond the chaos. What lay there?...

Tochi appeared beside Takara. He smiled at seeing her face again. Without saying anything, he silently walked beside her. A passing thought crossed his mind, but the mystery of why she was following this knight would have to be postponed. For now, he was content in her presence.

Dyanel closed her eyes as she found the path she once knew so well. She pushed her sunglasses up, the cherry trees blotting out the sun. She perched them on her head looking up at the high wooden doors. The carvings in the wood speaking in languages she had thought were forgotten in her head. She smiled as she touched the gate; it opened automatically. Something Dyanel had not expected, but she smiled as the ivy shifted and the pagoda stood tall and proud passed the clouds. She looked to her left; recognizing the hut she had once called home.

She walked her steps careful and cautious in case no one remembered her. Dyanel opened the door, a line of dust on everything but still everything was just as she left it. She felt the tears rise up in her eyes and she gulped. This was something she had told herself she would not come back to. The past was the past. Yet she found herself looking out the window toward the pagoda. She had to wonder. She had to know if the Incubus King still lived.

"You won't find him here." A familiar voice chimed. Dyanel jumped a great "gotcha" in her book. She turned the small yellow winged creature was a creamy white now its wings golden in the sun. It smiled at her, his front paws moving behind its back as he moved toward her. "I have been wondering when you would return, my lady." He spoke, bowing in the air.

"And here I thought you'd run off with the Elves." Dyanel said.

Cheebs chuckled. "No, no adventures for me. I have this place to call home. I'm a dying race better to keep safe here. And you my lady, did you find what you were looking for?" He asked.

Dyanel smirked. "I wouldn't be back would I?" She asked.

Cheebs smiled back giving her a bow. "I'll leave you to this place. You know what to do if you need me." He stated.

With that he disappeared. Dyanel smiled, opening the little wardrobe she had in the hut. She took a coat chuckling slightly as she put it on. She left the hut, heading toward the pagoda. She closed her eyes; this is it. She thought.