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"Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust" (Somewhere in Muse Field) Sometimes in life, you miss a chance that can completely change your life. Did this happen to Clive? Well, I guess its all a matter of opinion. As Clive was a decent distance from his destination, a column of flames erupted from the destination. He watched as the Temple of the Silver Moon’s Muse chapter erupted with fire and flame. Although Clive was far away, he could feel the heat emanating from the burning structure. Clive was normally calm about most situations, even one such as this. Lately, however, things have been different. First, there was the fat chick in Muse, then the moody sailor in Coronet. This was no exception. Clive’s face was full of surprise when the temple suddenly burst into flames. Clive could not believe it. “If Elza is there, then she would have definitely not survived something like that,” he thought. However, out of the corner of his eye in the distance, he saw people moving in the far distance. Although there was a small group, Clive only focused on one member; a woman with a white cape. “There! I’ll use my Blinking Rune to get her! Let’s go!” he thought. However, as he thought of his destination, a piece of fire debris from the temple landed on Clive’s head. Clive’s face lit up in surprise and shock as he tried to get the flaming debris off of his head. After a couple seconds, Clive breathed a sigh of relief when he got it off of his head, but his attitude quickly changed as he realized he didn’t concentrate on his destination. “Oh shit!!!!” he yelled to no one in particular. Clive’s body dematerialized from the area, and reappeared a couple seconds later right at the entrance of a town. Clive grunted in momentary pain as he hit the ground with a loud THUMP. After a couple seconds of rubbing his hindquarters, Clive got to his feet and looked at the sign of the town where he got teleported. He grimaced as the words registered in his head: “Welcome to Coronet”. “Well, if that sailor gets in my way again, this time I’m not going to be so easy-going,” Clive thought. Just as he thought this, he saw him. Marcel and his cronies rounded a corner to see Clive standing in the entrance of town. Marcel grunted, “YOU! You have a lot of balls tryin to come back ‘ere.” He said in his unique accent. As Marcel headed towards him, Clive suddenly pulled out Storm. Seeing this, Marcel suddenly stops as the gun is pointed at Marcel’s head. “Enough! Last time I let you push me around because you took me by surprise in that bar. No more. Now, your going to do me a favor by taking me across the lake to Kuskus for all the trouble you caused me last time. Is that clear?” Clive says. Marcel looked dumbfounded for a moment, then gave a great, hearty laugh. “Mon, you be all right. You have de guts to stand up to Marcel, even after last time. Dat be spunk, and it iz liked by most...” He says. Suddenly, Marcel changed his expression from humor to seriousness. “…But I don’t mon!” he finished. As he said this, he pulled his fist back, attempting to knock out Clive. However, Clive was not stupid enough to fall for the same trick twice. Figuring Marcel would try the same thing again, he had Storm ready in his hands. As soon as Marcel finished speaking, Clive hit Marcel in the face with the butt of Storm, knocking Marcel off of his feet and flat onto his back. Seeing their leader in trouble, Marcel’s cronies advanced on Clive. But when Clive looked at them and fired a shot near the group, they stopped advancing. Clive looked back down at Marcel, “Look punk, I don’t have time for your stupid, pathetic games. I should shoot you dead right here for causing me all this trouble. However, I don’t feel like being arrested today, so I’m going to give you one more chance. If your not going to take me to Kuskus, STAY OUT OF MY WAY!” he exclaimed. Putting Storm under his cloak, Clive headed toward the dock to see if he could find passage to Kuskus, leaving Marcel and his cronies stunned in silence. The dock area was bustling with activity as Clive entered it. All around, fishermen were hauling in nets and nets of fresh lake fish from the fishing ships and boats. The cool lake breeze was the only calm part about this busy port, as it eased over Clive’s hooded face as he approached a table with a man sitting behind it. “Are there any ships that I can travel on to get to Kuskus?” Clive inquired. The man looked up at Clive and snorted, “We only have fishing shops here, but if you ask around, I’m sure someone would take you there…for a small fee of course.” He replied, turning his head back down to his logbook. Clive didn’t reply and turned around to search the docks for a boat and it’s captain. Almost immediately, he found a man standing in front of a small ship. Approaching the man, Clive inquired, “Is it possible to get transportation to Kuskus aboard your-…” “Why YES!” the man interrupted, “I’ll gladly take you to Kuskus. The fee is 100 potch.” A little puzzled that the man was so excited to get passengers, he shrugged it off and paid the man 100 potch. “Wonderful! I only need a couple more passengers. It shouldn’t take long, so I expect a fifteen minute wait at the most.” The captain said as Clive made his way on the ship. He then took a seat on an old crate in the corner of the ship. A little while later, Clive looked back at Coronet town as it became further and further away.
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