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The days had seemed to blend together, Maddox only ever sure of the time, but not which day of the week it was. His head was haunted with the memories of the eidolons, the spirits that had seemed to life like, that had possessed faces of those they are not belonged to. Family members, friends, loved ones, enemies; they came flooding back to the streets of Corinth Bay, and left chaos in their wake. And he had seen them all. He had seen the anger in their eyes, the horror on their faces, and the cause of many of their deaths before him. It had left him shaken, weary and drained of the energy he had used in order to banish some of them back to the ethereal plane, to free those that had been tormented, even if for only a few minutes. He hadn’t even realized when the spell had been cast, banishing the eidolons back through the rift from which they came.

It was for this precise reason, that when he saw a man sitting on a bench, with spirits seemingly entirely too interested in him, Maddox approached quickly. His intention was to use what energy he still had to banish them, to send them away for a moment of reprieve — but the sight of the green scale, seemingly the object of the spirits’ attention, had him stopping short. A shiver ran the curve of his spine, his eyes transfixed on the item as it caught the light in an unique way. “What is that?” The question slipped from his tongue too quickly, his voice soft in the open air. There was something magical about it, but it felt — different, ancient.

“Nothing really, I don’t know,” quickly flew from the cubi’s lips as he closed his hand over the object of interest. Panic hung in his voice and in his expression, not understanding why he felt the sudden need protect it from anyone else's view. Even his dreams managed to consist of the item in some fashion, what little sleep he did get, and the bags under Silas’ eyes was evidence of both. He truly didn’t want to discuss it at all, especially with someone that just randomly found him on the street. Eidolon crowding them both as the energy fluxed.

Rapidly he realized this wasn’t the situation he wanted, not the position he wanted to be in, and continued to grip the scale. Though he couldn’t seem to bring himself to lie about it even when the feeling inside him screamed at him to do so. Assessing the situation, a darkness coming from the stranger that Silas hadn’t noticed before, he spoke, “I found it in my pocket, that happens at times in my line of work.” Well, that wasn’t completely true. Often he knew what was inside his pockets because he had purchased it, but the scale was different. It had shown up as if it was magnetized to the cubi and was unexplainable. Similar feelings vibrated inside his being and was reminded of a time when he was still human, picking up random objects of magical value to sell in his father’s shop. The same person floated around them currently and he forced himself to keep his charcoal hues away.

Over time, Silas had gotten used to forgetting a day or two from the past. Memory had this oddness about it that could be fleeting or become twisted and he had noticed this gradually as the years passed on. That’s what his journaling had been for, a habit that started during the war and only continued as things worsened in his home country. But this was and felt so different. Sure a day would go by that might be less than eventful, causing the cubi to pause at the memory of the day or two before— but the day was gone. Not just little cracks of what happened, completely wiped from existence. All he had was the various notes he had written later that night about the oddity and curiosity of what he had seen that night. However, none of it made sense and Silas couldn’t even draw out the connection. When his mind would try to dig it out, it was as though a dark blank was placed there instead.

Tapping lightly on the end of his pen, Silas sat puzzled on a bench outside his shop. The sign currently read closed as he grappled with the situation. As if the memory wasn’t hard enough for him, the damn Eidolon’s wouldn’t let him be. They were trying their hardest to chip away at him, but his attentions had been in so many different places that seeing his dead relatives had been the last of his concerns. The scale and the journal entry was driving the cubi madder than any Eidolon could. Even the fact that his sister wasn’t present in his hauntings didn’t phase him, a detail that wouldn’t have usually gone past the young cubi and instead the emerald shimmer flooded his thoughts. He shuffled it through his fingers tips, eyes locked and entranced while the world around him seemed to keep beating. How could he have possibly noticed the shadow of a man coming towards his direction?

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