Tuuli
(#29654390)
magician, Sylvester's old friend
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.43 m
Wingspan
3.16 m
Weight
258.94 kg
Genetics
Peridot
Basic
Basic
Goldenrod
Basic
Basic
Latte
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Original colours: gloom/orange/bubblegum
{Quote is a w.i.p.}
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Tuuli, Part 1, Volume II
Ghost from the past.
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Continued from Glaw Part 1
Tuuli, Part 1, Volume II
Ghost from the past.
~
Continued from Glaw Part 1
Two Spirals scanned the desert anxiously as lightning flashed and thunder rolled around them. Sylvester and Bubbles grasped a large, velvet sack. Inside, the glass jars clinked against each other with the dragons’ movements.
“Why isn’t he b-back yet?” Bubbles stuttered, his body and voice quaking. "What if something happened to him a-and he’s—”
“Bubbles...” Sylvester started softly.
“—in trouble and can’t escape WHAT IF—”
“Bubbles!” Sylvester exclaimed, gently gripping the younger Spiral’s shoulder with one paw and holding him steady until Bubbles ceased screaming. “Dewlap will make it out,” he reassured him with a small smile. “If anydrake can escape that place, he can. He’s the most powerful dragon I know.”
“B-but Lumiere’s more powerful than—”
“Well—yes,” Sylvester cut in. “But—” he stopped suddenly when two shapes appeared to the side.
The white and black form of Dewlap came shambling forward. The two Spirals darted over to meet him, but they halted when they saw a golden Guardian with pink wings right behind him. Bubbles slowly tipped over backwards and fainted, crashing to the desert floor before Sylvester could react to catch him. Sylvester’s palms began glowing aqua.
“Dewlap!” he warned. “Behind y—”
“Wait!” Dewlap cautioned, rushing up to him and gripping Sylvester’s dark paws. “She’s with us. Her real name is Coral. She used to live with us back on the island.”
Sylvester never turned his gaze from the gold she-drake, but he lowered his paws and the glow vanished, and he felt claws grip into his heart. “You mean...” he began softly, “she’s the one you were all talking about? The one her lost her Ch—”
Coral suddenly snapped her head up and charged at them just as Bubbles came to just in time and leaped to his feet in panic, and Dewlap raised his paws and cast a glowing green wall between her and the Spirals. When Coral gave up her attacks, Dewlap lowered the shield.
“Why did you come after me?” the Guardian wailed hoarsely.
“Coral...” Dewlap began, “nodrake knew where you were,” the old Nocturne explained, his voice shaking slightly. “But we were all searching for you and Mud.” He paused when he saw Coral flinch at the mention of her elder brother’s name. “Nodrake’s going to punish you,” Dewlap promised, “we just want you back. Your parents were heartbroken after losing you, and Alga misses you, Silver misses y—”
“Don’t say his name,” Coral snarled.
“I won’t,” Dewlap hushed. “But you have to trust me. He’s there, waiting for you. All he wants is to be with you again—”
“HE’S GONE!” Coral’s roar silenced him. Her legs started to quiver and she dropped her wings to her sides. “You said so yourself...and it was my fault,” she continued quietly. “He was my Charge and I couldn’t keep him safe...”
Dewlap stared at her in silence, not knowing what to say next. “Coral,” he began softly, finding his voice, meeting her dark eyes and she startled as she peered into his. “What happened to Mud? Is he...was he taken, like the others?” he asked, glancing over to the jar-filled velvet sack. When Coral didn't answer, he asked Bubbles, “Did you gather all of the souls?” The young Spiral nodded. “Good. We have to move,” Dewlap added, a little green flame flashing in one palm before it shot into the sky and spread out. “I put as much distance between us and them as I could, but we should go—”
“Oh goody, you made it out alive!” a new voice thundered jovially. “You know, I was starting to get a little worried.” A green face smiled down to them beneath a black-brimmed hat.
“Thimbleweed,” Dewlap’s growl shook as Bubbles darted behind him.
“As promised,” the Imperial grinned, “I’ve returned. And I see you’ve collected those souls,” he added, eyeing the velvet sack.
“Yes,” Sylvester began, “we were just about to release them.”
“Oh you can’t do that,” Thimbleweed tutted. “What about our deal?”
Dewlap’s pale eyes hardened. “What do you mean? Our deal was that you’d protect us so that we could rescue these souls—”
“And deliver said souls to me,” Thimbleweed sighed.
“What?” Sylvester and Bubbles gasped in unison while Dewlap stared to the Imperial in shock and rage.
“That was not part of our deal,” the old Nocturne growled.
“See for yourself,” Thimbleweed said, giving them a devilish grin as he snapped his claws, and a scroll appeared in a small flash before unrolling itself and drifting down to the other dragons. A magnifying glass hovered over the bottom of the scroll, enlarging the shrunken text as Dewlap read over it.
“What does it say?” asked Sylvester when Dewlap didn’t answer.
Dewlap’s glare hardened and he lifted his head to face Thimbleweed again. “You tricked us,” he snarled.
“I did no such thing,” the Imperial smiled innocently. “It was all in the fine print.”
“You expect us to read fine print when you neglected to give us the full details?” Dewlap roared. “And we’re not the only dragons you tricked, are we?” he added, eyeing the Imperial’s mane as the spots shifted.
Thimbleweed held up a single claw to respond, but he suddenly gripped the metal band around his neck in panic as it began to glow bright.
“You cheated!” Dewlap bellowed.
“All right!” Thimbleweed shrilled, grasping at his band that sizzled against his scales. “YOW! All RIGHT!” The Imperial then snapped his claws again, and the scroll and magnifying glass both disintegrated into piles of ash, and Dewlap, Sylvester and Bubbles each released a soft gasp, feeling strangely lighter. When they looked back up at the Imperial, Thimbleweed wore a scowl on his green face.
“Had you not figured that out,” Thimbleweed sighed, loosening his grip on the collar, “your own souls would still be safe,” he finished with a sneer. “But...in order for me to capture your souls, we would need to make a new deal,” he added, another smile creeping up as the spots in his mane drifted again. “By the way...I wouldn’t hang around for much longer,” he said before vanishing with the next flash of lightning.
“Why isn’t he b-back yet?” Bubbles stuttered, his body and voice quaking. "What if something happened to him a-and he’s—”
“Bubbles...” Sylvester started softly.
“—in trouble and can’t escape WHAT IF—”
“Bubbles!” Sylvester exclaimed, gently gripping the younger Spiral’s shoulder with one paw and holding him steady until Bubbles ceased screaming. “Dewlap will make it out,” he reassured him with a small smile. “If anydrake can escape that place, he can. He’s the most powerful dragon I know.”
“B-but Lumiere’s more powerful than—”
“Well—yes,” Sylvester cut in. “But—” he stopped suddenly when two shapes appeared to the side.
The white and black form of Dewlap came shambling forward. The two Spirals darted over to meet him, but they halted when they saw a golden Guardian with pink wings right behind him. Bubbles slowly tipped over backwards and fainted, crashing to the desert floor before Sylvester could react to catch him. Sylvester’s palms began glowing aqua.
“Dewlap!” he warned. “Behind y—”
“Wait!” Dewlap cautioned, rushing up to him and gripping Sylvester’s dark paws. “She’s with us. Her real name is Coral. She used to live with us back on the island.”
Sylvester never turned his gaze from the gold she-drake, but he lowered his paws and the glow vanished, and he felt claws grip into his heart. “You mean...” he began softly, “she’s the one you were all talking about? The one her lost her Ch—”
Coral suddenly snapped her head up and charged at them just as Bubbles came to just in time and leaped to his feet in panic, and Dewlap raised his paws and cast a glowing green wall between her and the Spirals. When Coral gave up her attacks, Dewlap lowered the shield.
“Why did you come after me?” the Guardian wailed hoarsely.
“Coral...” Dewlap began, “nodrake knew where you were,” the old Nocturne explained, his voice shaking slightly. “But we were all searching for you and Mud.” He paused when he saw Coral flinch at the mention of her elder brother’s name. “Nodrake’s going to punish you,” Dewlap promised, “we just want you back. Your parents were heartbroken after losing you, and Alga misses you, Silver misses y—”
“Don’t say his name,” Coral snarled.
“I won’t,” Dewlap hushed. “But you have to trust me. He’s there, waiting for you. All he wants is to be with you again—”
“HE’S GONE!” Coral’s roar silenced him. Her legs started to quiver and she dropped her wings to her sides. “You said so yourself...and it was my fault,” she continued quietly. “He was my Charge and I couldn’t keep him safe...”
Dewlap stared at her in silence, not knowing what to say next. “Coral,” he began softly, finding his voice, meeting her dark eyes and she startled as she peered into his. “What happened to Mud? Is he...was he taken, like the others?” he asked, glancing over to the jar-filled velvet sack. When Coral didn't answer, he asked Bubbles, “Did you gather all of the souls?” The young Spiral nodded. “Good. We have to move,” Dewlap added, a little green flame flashing in one palm before it shot into the sky and spread out. “I put as much distance between us and them as I could, but we should go—”
“Oh goody, you made it out alive!” a new voice thundered jovially. “You know, I was starting to get a little worried.” A green face smiled down to them beneath a black-brimmed hat.
“Thimbleweed,” Dewlap’s growl shook as Bubbles darted behind him.
“As promised,” the Imperial grinned, “I’ve returned. And I see you’ve collected those souls,” he added, eyeing the velvet sack.
“Yes,” Sylvester began, “we were just about to release them.”
“Oh you can’t do that,” Thimbleweed tutted. “What about our deal?”
Dewlap’s pale eyes hardened. “What do you mean? Our deal was that you’d protect us so that we could rescue these souls—”
“And deliver said souls to me,” Thimbleweed sighed.
“What?” Sylvester and Bubbles gasped in unison while Dewlap stared to the Imperial in shock and rage.
“That was not part of our deal,” the old Nocturne growled.
“See for yourself,” Thimbleweed said, giving them a devilish grin as he snapped his claws, and a scroll appeared in a small flash before unrolling itself and drifting down to the other dragons. A magnifying glass hovered over the bottom of the scroll, enlarging the shrunken text as Dewlap read over it.
“What does it say?” asked Sylvester when Dewlap didn’t answer.
Dewlap’s glare hardened and he lifted his head to face Thimbleweed again. “You tricked us,” he snarled.
“I did no such thing,” the Imperial smiled innocently. “It was all in the fine print.”
“You expect us to read fine print when you neglected to give us the full details?” Dewlap roared. “And we’re not the only dragons you tricked, are we?” he added, eyeing the Imperial’s mane as the spots shifted.
Thimbleweed held up a single claw to respond, but he suddenly gripped the metal band around his neck in panic as it began to glow bright.
“You cheated!” Dewlap bellowed.
“All right!” Thimbleweed shrilled, grasping at his band that sizzled against his scales. “YOW! All RIGHT!” The Imperial then snapped his claws again, and the scroll and magnifying glass both disintegrated into piles of ash, and Dewlap, Sylvester and Bubbles each released a soft gasp, feeling strangely lighter. When they looked back up at the Imperial, Thimbleweed wore a scowl on his green face.
“Had you not figured that out,” Thimbleweed sighed, loosening his grip on the collar, “your own souls would still be safe,” he finished with a sneer. “But...in order for me to capture your souls, we would need to make a new deal,” he added, another smile creeping up as the spots in his mane drifted again. “By the way...I wouldn’t hang around for much longer,” he said before vanishing with the next flash of lightning.
...
As the four flew on, Dewlap and Sylvester gripped the velvet bag in their paws as Bubbles clung to Sylvester, shaking the entire flight back to the Sea. Only Coral hung back, keeping her head low but making sure she didn’t lose them.
She’d been reluctant in joining them, but what choice did she have? She had nowhere else to go. And what if Dewlap was right? What if…he was really there, waiting for her?
They journeyed still, stopping for food and rest before packing to leave again. Nodrake spoke whenever they heard Coral cry herself to sleep or sniffle behind them in flight. Their next stop was, finally, at the shore where the desert met the Sea.
Dewlap and Sylvester were the first to land, setting the velvet sack down as gently as they could, the movement causing the jars to clink together softly. They loosened the ropes around the top and began pulling out each and every jar, twisting the lids and popping the corks before setting the glass jars on their sides on the sand. After the last ones were set down, the old Spiral and Nocturne stepped back, and they waited.
And waited.
Nothing happened.
“What’s wrong?” Sylvester asked Dewlap. “Why aren’t they leaving?”
Dewlap said nothing at first as he watched the spirits huddled in the jars. A few met his eyes with fear or hatred, and his heart ached when he replied. “They don’t trust us.”
“But don’t they know they’re free now?” Sylvester’s voice quaked with emotion.
“My fault,” she choked. “I hurt them...”
“But now we can make it right, Coral,” Dewlap said. “You helped us. You helped them. They won’t hate you.” When Coral didn’t respond, he watched her take a step back with tears trickling down her cheeks before he turned to the jars again.
Sylvester watched, too, until his eyes met those belonging to a Tundra. He guessed it was female for her lack of a mane, and her clear eyes never left his. When she finally moved, Sylvester’s breath caught in his chest.
“Dewlap, look!” he exclaimed softly.
“I see,” Dewlap said with a small smile.
“What should we do?”
“Just keep still. We’ll let her come to us if she wants.”
They watched as the little spirit crawled from the glass prison. She stared straight at Sylvester, stepping closer and her form grew until she stopped directly in front of him. She was nearly the same size as he, and she took his paws in hers before pressing her forehead to his. Her silent voice in his head startled him.
I saw you perform back there, she thought, smiling sadly. The others and I were very proud of you, Vester.
Sylvester couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Tears slid down his painted face, leaving dark streaks. It was…
“Tuuli?” he choked.
Dewlap felt claws squeeze his heart at hearing his friend’s plaintive tone. Out of the corners of his eyes, he saw more of the spirits leaving their jars and staring to Sylvester and Tuuli in sorrow, and Dewlap knew then that some of these ghosts had been the dragons Sylvester had travelled and performed with all those years ago.
As Bubbles listened to Sylvester’s wails, the young spotted Spiral shook and looked back to Dewlap. “Is sh-she hurting him?”
“No, Bubbles,” the old Nocturne hushed, leading him back a few steps. They couldn’t hear what the Tundra was saying, but still Sylvester cried to her. “We should let them talk,” Dewlap finished quietly.
Sylvester sniffled and more tears cascaded down his face. “It can’t be...”
We’ve missed you so much, Tuuli thought to him, smiling gently.
“I never should have left you!” Sylvester wailed.
But you would have been taken as well. And I’m just glad you’re safe.
“I could’ve helped you! You shouldn’t have felt that pain!”
Maybe it’s what I deserved for not including you…
“No...you only wanted what was best for the whole troupe...you wanted them all to be happy...”
And you were part of that troupe. Our family. When you left, we felt a piece of ourselves go. Nothing was the same without you. We loved you. And we’re sorry. I’m sorry.
“Stop! I forgive you!” Sylvester cried, his vision blurring as more tears rolled from his eyes. He repeated the same words over and over, each time quieter than the last, until he stopped, sinking to his knees and shaking. Tuuli held him still, embracing him to muffle his crying. When he stopped, she thought to him once more.
I have to go, now. We can’t stay for too long, but we’ll always be with you.
Sylvester sniffled, letting the last of his tears fall. “Just know that I never hated you.”
Tuuli hugged him one last time before pulling him back up. She nuzzled him gently, and they let go. Sylvester watched her leave in silence as she stepped towards the Sea, and she stopped where the little waves lapped the shore. She sighed, and vanished.
The other spirits began crawling and floating out of their jars, and they drifted up to the other dragons. Bubbles shied away at first, but Dewlap and Sylvester reassured him as each spirit pressed their foreheads to theirs, thanking them.
As the last of the spirits vanished, Dewlap strode over to pick up the biggest jar. A strip of paper attached on one side caught his eyes, and when he read its single word, he trembled with fury. Bubbles and Sylvester flinched when the jar in Dewlap’s paws then shattered.
“Nodrake is worthless,” the Nocturne growled low, stomping over the broken shards before forcing himself to calm down and think.
He had noted the few Guardians that had come to them, but none of them had been Mudflat. Dewlap turned to Coral, opening his jaws to speak to her about her brother’s whereabouts, but the golden she-drake was crying as the spirit of another Guardian thought to her.
“How...” Coral choked. “How can you say this...after what I did to you...” she broke off.
My child, the spirit, Runa, thought to her gently, her ghostly forehead pressed to Coral’s, you are not to blame. It was not you who hurt me, her soundless voice rang in Coral’s mind. You’re lost without your stolen Charge. Yet...I believe this Dewlap is right. You’ll never know where your Charge is unless you trust him. He and the others are good dragons. As are you, she finished with a small smile. She gently bumped her snout against Coral’s before stepping back, steadily vanishing until they saw her no more.
Only Dewlap dared to step towards Coral, but she didn’t meet his eyes when he spoke.
“Coral,” the old Nocturne rasped, “I wouldn’t lie about him. Silver is back home, and he needs you.”
Coral said nothing for several moments. Releasing a shaky sigh, she said, “I have to see him, too. I have to face all of them.”
As the four flew on, Dewlap and Sylvester gripped the velvet bag in their paws as Bubbles clung to Sylvester, shaking the entire flight back to the Sea. Only Coral hung back, keeping her head low but making sure she didn’t lose them.
She’d been reluctant in joining them, but what choice did she have? She had nowhere else to go. And what if Dewlap was right? What if…he was really there, waiting for her?
They journeyed still, stopping for food and rest before packing to leave again. Nodrake spoke whenever they heard Coral cry herself to sleep or sniffle behind them in flight. Their next stop was, finally, at the shore where the desert met the Sea.
Dewlap and Sylvester were the first to land, setting the velvet sack down as gently as they could, the movement causing the jars to clink together softly. They loosened the ropes around the top and began pulling out each and every jar, twisting the lids and popping the corks before setting the glass jars on their sides on the sand. After the last ones were set down, the old Spiral and Nocturne stepped back, and they waited.
And waited.
Nothing happened.
“What’s wrong?” Sylvester asked Dewlap. “Why aren’t they leaving?”
Dewlap said nothing at first as he watched the spirits huddled in the jars. A few met his eyes with fear or hatred, and his heart ached when he replied. “They don’t trust us.”
“But don’t they know they’re free now?” Sylvester’s voice quaked with emotion.
“My fault,” she choked. “I hurt them...”
“But now we can make it right, Coral,” Dewlap said. “You helped us. You helped them. They won’t hate you.” When Coral didn’t respond, he watched her take a step back with tears trickling down her cheeks before he turned to the jars again.
Sylvester watched, too, until his eyes met those belonging to a Tundra. He guessed it was female for her lack of a mane, and her clear eyes never left his. When she finally moved, Sylvester’s breath caught in his chest.
“Dewlap, look!” he exclaimed softly.
“I see,” Dewlap said with a small smile.
“What should we do?”
“Just keep still. We’ll let her come to us if she wants.”
They watched as the little spirit crawled from the glass prison. She stared straight at Sylvester, stepping closer and her form grew until she stopped directly in front of him. She was nearly the same size as he, and she took his paws in hers before pressing her forehead to his. Her silent voice in his head startled him.
I saw you perform back there, she thought, smiling sadly. The others and I were very proud of you, Vester.
Sylvester couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Tears slid down his painted face, leaving dark streaks. It was…
“Tuuli?” he choked.
Dewlap felt claws squeeze his heart at hearing his friend’s plaintive tone. Out of the corners of his eyes, he saw more of the spirits leaving their jars and staring to Sylvester and Tuuli in sorrow, and Dewlap knew then that some of these ghosts had been the dragons Sylvester had travelled and performed with all those years ago.
As Bubbles listened to Sylvester’s wails, the young spotted Spiral shook and looked back to Dewlap. “Is sh-she hurting him?”
“No, Bubbles,” the old Nocturne hushed, leading him back a few steps. They couldn’t hear what the Tundra was saying, but still Sylvester cried to her. “We should let them talk,” Dewlap finished quietly.
Sylvester sniffled and more tears cascaded down his face. “It can’t be...”
We’ve missed you so much, Tuuli thought to him, smiling gently.
“I never should have left you!” Sylvester wailed.
But you would have been taken as well. And I’m just glad you’re safe.
“I could’ve helped you! You shouldn’t have felt that pain!”
Maybe it’s what I deserved for not including you…
“No...you only wanted what was best for the whole troupe...you wanted them all to be happy...”
And you were part of that troupe. Our family. When you left, we felt a piece of ourselves go. Nothing was the same without you. We loved you. And we’re sorry. I’m sorry.
“Stop! I forgive you!” Sylvester cried, his vision blurring as more tears rolled from his eyes. He repeated the same words over and over, each time quieter than the last, until he stopped, sinking to his knees and shaking. Tuuli held him still, embracing him to muffle his crying. When he stopped, she thought to him once more.
I have to go, now. We can’t stay for too long, but we’ll always be with you.
Sylvester sniffled, letting the last of his tears fall. “Just know that I never hated you.”
Tuuli hugged him one last time before pulling him back up. She nuzzled him gently, and they let go. Sylvester watched her leave in silence as she stepped towards the Sea, and she stopped where the little waves lapped the shore. She sighed, and vanished.
The other spirits began crawling and floating out of their jars, and they drifted up to the other dragons. Bubbles shied away at first, but Dewlap and Sylvester reassured him as each spirit pressed their foreheads to theirs, thanking them.
As the last of the spirits vanished, Dewlap strode over to pick up the biggest jar. A strip of paper attached on one side caught his eyes, and when he read its single word, he trembled with fury. Bubbles and Sylvester flinched when the jar in Dewlap’s paws then shattered.
“Nodrake is worthless,” the Nocturne growled low, stomping over the broken shards before forcing himself to calm down and think.
He had noted the few Guardians that had come to them, but none of them had been Mudflat. Dewlap turned to Coral, opening his jaws to speak to her about her brother’s whereabouts, but the golden she-drake was crying as the spirit of another Guardian thought to her.
“How...” Coral choked. “How can you say this...after what I did to you...” she broke off.
My child, the spirit, Runa, thought to her gently, her ghostly forehead pressed to Coral’s, you are not to blame. It was not you who hurt me, her soundless voice rang in Coral’s mind. You’re lost without your stolen Charge. Yet...I believe this Dewlap is right. You’ll never know where your Charge is unless you trust him. He and the others are good dragons. As are you, she finished with a small smile. She gently bumped her snout against Coral’s before stepping back, steadily vanishing until they saw her no more.
Only Dewlap dared to step towards Coral, but she didn’t meet his eyes when he spoke.
“Coral,” the old Nocturne rasped, “I wouldn’t lie about him. Silver is back home, and he needs you.”
Coral said nothing for several moments. Releasing a shaky sigh, she said, “I have to see him, too. I have to face all of them.”
...
After Coral had settled down, she flew alongside Dewlap and the two Spirals over the great Sea, keeping pace with them. Dewlap and Coral remained silent while Sylvester boasted Bubbles’ bravery, and the young Spiral couldn’t help but give Sylvester an embarrassed smile while puffing out his skinny chest.
When they could just make out the grey stone walls of the castle in the distance, Dewlap had been about to ask Coral about Mud, but a distant shout stopped him, and he could see some dragons waving them down frantically. When they finally landed, a small brown Spiral, Twig, rushed to Dewlap, fear and panic creasing his dark facial scales, his dark blue eyes round.
“Dewlap! It’s my dad—something’s happened to him!”
After Coral had settled down, she flew alongside Dewlap and the two Spirals over the great Sea, keeping pace with them. Dewlap and Coral remained silent while Sylvester boasted Bubbles’ bravery, and the young Spiral couldn’t help but give Sylvester an embarrassed smile while puffing out his skinny chest.
When they could just make out the grey stone walls of the castle in the distance, Dewlap had been about to ask Coral about Mud, but a distant shout stopped him, and he could see some dragons waving them down frantically. When they finally landed, a small brown Spiral, Twig, rushed to Dewlap, fear and panic creasing his dark facial scales, his dark blue eyes round.
“Dewlap! It’s my dad—something’s happened to him!”
Continued in Alyss Part 2
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