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Witnessing this pyrotechnic display was a sole onlooker, that of the strange plant girl Daustua. She watched the statue grow warm and glow until she finally had to duck for cover when it exploded sending pieces whizzing dangerously close to her head. Once it had stopped she poked her head back up from her cover just in time to see the last of the light fade from Vincent’s body. She gingerly approached Vincent as his eyes began to open.

“He…Hello? Are you there?” The girl said as she waved her hand in front of his empy eyes. They looked a bit creepy. Being only about 5 feet tall and skinny as a twig Vincent was a lot bigger then her. She stared up at him with her eyes were an unnatural vibrant green. Her skin was also another strange shade of brownish green and her hair a wild poof ball. From her head grew two horns that liked like they were branches. Her clothes were simple and dirty. “Vincent…Vincent!”

Perrian, at the time Isidar said the words 'I need you,' a shiver ran down his spine. He was, in fact, at the tavern when she said that. He knew something was happening, he knew Vincent a long time and knew what his evil sword's presence felt like, he faced that sword twice and wondered if that sword was maybe the sword he saw in his tournament. Regardless, he didn't have the chance to find out and had more presing matters. He knew where he needed to go and summoned his faithful companion, Luljeta.

'Luljeta, find that sword.' He mouthed and Luljeta nodded. He jumped onto her back and rode Luljeta to near where the monument used to be, but now was Vincent in the flesh...or, at least, he thought. He jumped off of Luljeta in front of the bush that Isidar was hiding in and pulled out his staff in his right hand and held his dart in his left hand that dangled from his shoulder, his sleeve prevented anyone from seeing that the dart was in his hand unless you saw a little glimmering silver dot that peeked through the sleeve where there was a small tear. He remained quiet, knowing that he wanted to talk, but was unsure if he should. One thing was for sure, or maybe it's actually two things: Vincent was back...and (ok, so it's three things.) either he was himself or he wasn't himself. Perrian didn't want to risk that he wasn't himself and that he went on a rampage, but hope still put the thought into his mind that Vincent was back as himself, and he hoped that was the truth.

“Oof” Daustua landed on her butt after losing her balance as Vincent pushed her back. However, vines grew from her back and propped to back up before diapering back into her. Dusting herself off, Daustua looked back at Vincent , his eyes wee eerily creepy. “What? What are you looking for? Your sword?” It was the only thing she could think of. “Your dragon friend brought it back to you. You put it on your back.”

In his former life Daustua never knew Vincent in person. Her only knowledge came from stories told to her by Kail. However in his time spent as a statue Daustua had come to spend a lot of time with him. Her wilderness shack that she called home was not far from here. Out of fear of being recaptured by Mecha Heavy Industries Daustua lived on the outskirts of society. She fended for herself and scrounged a living from adventuring and the forest. As one could imagine such a life was rather lonely. When she felt the need for some companionship she would visit Vincent’s statue and talk to him. She ended up spending many an hour there carrying out her one sided conversations with Vincent’s petrified form. In this way she ended up feeling a connection to Vincent even if it was only one sided.

((Bellamin's MIA in this one))

A green will'o'wisp fluttered around, attracted by the large ammounts of magic energy flowing from the site. And although it started to grow progressively brighter, it didn't seem to be interested in feeding right now. It flutters near a large circle scratched out into the dirt. The majority of the runes, although incorrectly drawn anyways, were covered over by a fresh layer of dust and footprints.

The thing circled around to get a better view.

Some kilometers away, Bellamin watched from a small pocket mirror he had enchanted so he could use his wisp to view... ((Ummm... Anyways,)) The spellsword saw everybody gathering, and then.

"What are you doing?"

He saw it.
Crash. He dropped the expensive mirror. The green wisp felt a tug at its inner core, and then started to feed on the leftover magical fallout.

Daustua turned to Vincent as he walked away. “I don’t have a home…well I mean…the forest is my home…its all I know.” She wasn’t quite sure how to explain it. She knew she must have had a home once, and probably caring family too. But that was the past, before she came to be who she was now. Those memories were lost to her, Taken from her by same people who took her past. It didn’t mater anyways. There was nothing she could do about it. Besides, no memories meant no painful memories too. She had the rest of her life to make new ones.

"Hm? Why would I remember you?" He turned to face her more directly, "But if you are willing to help me find it...I won't stop you."

Now that you're closer you notice that those deep, purple eyes of his, which once swirled with the life behind it and all the emotions it conjured, are now dead and blank. The spark of life seems gone from them-as if his very soul were stripped from him-leaving this pseudo-living shell in it's wake.

Perrian saw Vincent fly off and slowly cursed under his breath. "Luljeta, come out. We have some following to do." He said and summoned Luljeta. He grabbed Isidar and pulled her onto, without a choice of her saying yes or no. "Luljeta, to follow Vincent. NOW!" He said and followed Vincent to his old home: The Enclave, with Isidar sitting right behind him on his ancient dragon Luljeta.