Traveling down to the ocean floor, fear consumed him. He heard the cries of the past, people who had died. Those by his hand and of those he vowed to protect. He would not let the fates of those of the past be the fate of this pair of peculiar sisters he had been growing so found of.

It seemed like forever, swimming the endless straights the strange natives of Gaspen led him through. Soon, they came to a long wall of water. Dersko had never seen anything like it before in his life. Is this where the sisters had come? Still there was no sign of them. Olya, he thought. What if something happened to her? His fear consumed him as he went forth with his search.

The creature walked through the wall of water and suggested he do the same by waving a hand. He did, although reluctantly. “Where are we?” he asked, glad to be out of the water.

“The caverns,” Loddi announced. “Your friends are here. I feel the auras of the great ones. Good luck in your search.”

“What? Wait. I don’t know where to go.”

“Look in your heart,” Loddi said.

“It will lead you, nameless friend,” Pordo finished.

“It’s Dersko. Thank you.” He went on thinking. “Yea, freaks. Thanks for nothing.” He looked around, not seeing much of anything of any great importance. Just rocky unstable walls he felt could come crashing down on him at any moment. He dared not call out for fear of the cave collapsing. Moving on, he heard voices, not those of any Eternian. He thought that maybe they were more natives of the nearby sands. He spied silently, fearing danger.

“Ardane, let me see that map again,” the strange scraggly man of six and a half feet commanded.

“I should say not, Froth. Lord Bloss left me in charge of this exhibition. If anything were to go wrong…”

“If anything were to go wrong, it would mean both our heads. If the sisters have come, it is up to us to detain them.”

“Do not worry, Froth, my friend. The sisters will be under the control of Lord Bloss and all will be well.” With a snicker, he continued, “Rich men we’ll be.”