"Is that all you need?" The harpy asked Francis. "Yeah, I think so." He paused and glanced at his watch. "Where is she? she should have been here by now..." After waiting for her to appear for another minute, he decided she had been too afraid to follow him. Pulling an exact copy of the seed he used to get there from his pocket, he repeated the entrance process and was transported back to the forest full of hunters. After looking around for a bit, he noticed a trail of footprints leading toward the one place he had thought she would never go. The village.<br/><br/>Francis remembered the last man he had trusted. His 'best friend', who had thought no one would attack him if the truth was revealed and was now dead because of it. He cursed himself for his misplaced trust in the girl. His hands wound up into fists, his eyes closed, and a tear rolled down his cheek. As he turned to walk back to his cabin, a voice in the back of his mind, using animal-speak, made him stop walking.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF8000">~We can't let her go. Follow her!~</span><br/><br/>"You aren't f***ing real. you're just a figment of my imagination!" He said out loud.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF8000">~We've been over this. You won't be able to hold out against me tonight unless we get her back.~</span><br/><br/>"SHUT UP!!!!" he yelled into the night air. a flock of birds were disturbed and flew away. Francis turned and ran towards town. He never thought he would have to show his face in that hunter infested place again. Or that he would get this attached to a sentient being, and a half-breed at that. Looks like he was wrong on both accounts.<br/><br/>As he approached the town he remembered something. the illusion of the rifles he created would wear off in five to ten minutes. An image appeared in his mind of Elin limp on the ground with a bullet wound in between her eyes, the tube of wrapping paper lying next to her. He began sprinting. "Please be OK, please be OK, please be OK!" he murmured as the lights of the houses drew nearer.