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Time flies when your having fun! Alternatively it crawls when your not. For some of the workers here the day would seem eternal for others, it was a breeze. But crawl or run, within a few hours time the last load of boxes vanished up into the sky in a magical pillar of violet.

One by one Maximos passed out small boxes to each of the workers, each box about large enough to fit a softball and each seemed to jingle faintly as one by one the workers carried them away. For Damion however, things were different, Maximos would approach him directly and hand him a small bag. It was about the size of the average womans purse and clearly made of some light, yet strong black material with a single draw string.

For your troubles, and your hard work my friend.

The bag, if opened, was filled with precious gems. Emeralds the size of quarters, diamonds as big as an eye, and each was smooth and flawlessly cut by nature itself. Mr. Hedly had just been handed a small lifetimes fortune.

Of course, once paid Damion could eat wherever he pleased, but that wouldnt make Maximos even think of shirking his offer.

'Would you still like to sample Walter's cuisine?

Of course! You earned it.

He said with a bright smile. There was so very much more where that came from, he didnt even venture a thought about it. Instead he rolled to Damion's assured answer.

I dont know that the food will taste different because its higher but...

Maximos gestured to the glowing circle that had transported the boxes all the day long, sort of silently gesturing that Mr. Hedley should join him in it so that they could get to the food.

I see...

Maximos said with a sly smirk before the flash of violet overtook both men. Damion would feel as if someone had grabbed him by the intestines and thrown him straight into the air, very, very fast. While it was truthfully the feeling of magic rushing him upwards, before he could realize that he was sitting on top the island.

There was a windmill a few hundred feet in the distance turning away, and about a quarter mile of land all around. This wasnt just some floating rock, this was a full sized home. Maximos continued.

I dont know that I can eat with sand in my food or salty salty air, so we'll be eating indoors.

If he ventured to the edge of the island which was about 300ft away, he would see they were roughly 6000ft in the air, way away from salty air. Technically the air should be thin and cold, but there was instead a nice warm breath, clear sky, and fresh air. Magical climate control.

Maximos was wave his hand toward the windmill as if gesturing for the boy to follow.

Just as a side question, can you see in the dark, without needing to create light?

((Continued on Shadow Island))

Nervous already with how she was, Valentin missed reading the warning sign and walked into the office with her 3 inch black heels.

Dressed to impress, Valentin wore a one piece curve popping outfit that was pure black colour with a white ruffle on the neck and wrists. Her long lucious black hair cascaded over her shoulders and ever so slightly near her cleavage. Holding a salmon folder in her hand, she bowed to Crawley and whispered lowly

"Sir... I'm sorry I am late."

Watching Crawley walk over to her, a light smile came over her lips and hoped she looked decent enough.
"Sir! I just wanted to say that--" but she was unexpectedly cut off. An upper cut to the gut and she was out


Mind you, she's a female. A none fighting female. So what? Was she suppose to giggle and move on with her speech? Heeeeell nah.
Slumped over his shoulder now, Valentin was carried off with the musculare, dark chocola-teh man.

That blow to the gut really knocked her out. It hadn't been for perhaps half an hour to an hour later that she woke up. Her abdominal area, sore and with a slight confusion needled into her head.
"Where..." began Valentin before she looked up at the shadowy figure infront of her. It startled her, honestly but then, after squinting her eyes a few times, she made out the face of a familiar someone.
"Crawley!" She sprung up to her feet and rubbed her stomach, completely forgiving and forgetting the whole punch to the stomach. Smiling widely, she just stood there to get a verse out of him.

Blinking at him as she scratched her finger through her long, lucious black hair, Valentin stared at him as though he were crazy. A sign? There's a sign in here? Looking around the room in search of this sign, Valentin softly whispered out, more to herself than towards him but still loud enough to be heard, "What sign...?"

Now mind you. Valentin is a cute female creature. She's bubbly and innocent, at times, and most of all, clutsy. She had absolutely no idea what he was speaking of. "There is a sign in here? Where is it so I can read it?" Wandering herself now in this enclosed dark room, Valentin circled herself around Crawley and the desk several times in search of this sign.