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“Lester!” Margues exclaimed as she reached him, “what are you doing here?”

“Oh, the usual,” Lester remarked, “following my sister into the belly of the beast. Who is this guy?” He didn’t bother looking up at the dark figure barking orders to the hoards of ghostly zombies.

“I don’t know,” Marguex looked in the direction of the imminent battle, one side at an extreme disadvantage. “There is something really strange…”

“You mean evil,” Lester grabbed her hand to pull her away from any sudden attacks.

“Yes, evil, Lester, but also strange,” she said almost tripping over herself. Marguex glanced up at the dark figure cascaded back and forth between the zombies and the creatures that were about to meet with a ferocious clash. She feared for her friends.

“We need to go help,” Marguex yanked on her brothers arm in defiance.

“What are you going to do?” Lester’s retort signified a stark disagreement upon the matter.

“I don’t know, but we have to get that key on the vulture’s leg!” Marguex stopped herself and loosened her hand from her brother’s death grip.

“What? Why?” Lester looked up at the shiny gold ring wrapped around the flashy red creature’s leg.

“We can’t just leave those birds up there, Lester,” Marguex turned to run toward the onslaught.

“Wait, they’re on top of the mountain???” Lester was now chasing his sister, “Stop!”

Marguex paused to hear him out, as a first of it’s kind.

“Perhaps there is another way in?” Lester suggested to his sister’s doubtful expression. “Look, the whole army and this freak are distracted, Marguex, listen to me when I say, now is the time.”

The strangeness of this kind of support from her brother about her quest, threw her for a moment, but then she reflected on what he was saying.

“You’re right Les, let’s go to the other side of the mountain and climb back up.”

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