Where Our Origins Lie...

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Fox hadn't left her room for days. She was currently in what had become known as "shut-in status" (something that happened sometimes for various lengths of time that were frequently vaguely long, one time almost going on for a month until Zash had came knocking at the window halfway through the third week to snap her out of it), focusing all her energy into some form of something that was usually research. This time, however, it wasn't alchemy-related, at least not to her knowledge.

No, this time Fox was deeply sunk into a practically-ancient book (not that she wasn't already sinking lots of time into ancient books already) that she had found in some old lock-box that had just somehow appeared in her room.

Literally.

She had no memories of where it could have possibly come from. The librarian and the bookstore owner both had said that they hadn't seen her come in for anything like the book in any state; fugue or otherwise. Her friend at the historical institute had said he had said she hadn't requsting something of that nature from him... ever.

So where had this box, which she had found lying under a stack of research notes in her "myths and legends" pile, come from?

She had her suspicions as to its original whereabouts. By that it was implied that she had already figured out that she had probably dragged it back in a fugue state and then not noticed it up until now, but it was figuring out where she had wandered during the state that was giving her a hard time. She had obviously wandered way off from her usual routes she would walk on by habit...

The evening light was dwindling now as Fox's research on the book continued. A few of the night's first stars were now peaking out at the dimming landscape. Neighborhood children who had gone back out after dinner to see their friends once more were now being called in for the final time, and everywhere the town had a sense of preparation for the night to call upon it, bringing quietness and sleep in it's wake.

This is when Fox operated the best.

Nighttime allowed her to sneak out without worry of her parents discovering her missing. It allowed her to avoid her family and the terror they brought her; allowed her to break whatever rules she wanted and/or study in complete peace. Nighttime offered her complete and unappaposed freedom.

A cool breeze broke the dulling midsummer heat and blew in through Fox's slightly-opened window, another sign they night was fast approaching. Without even looking up from the page she was studying, Fox leaned over and turned her table lamp on (she assumed it was safe to having not heard from any of her family members in a while), flooding her room with the artificial light produced.

Her room had originally been pretty shabby, considering how her parents treated her. She could have fixed it up with alchemy a long long time ago, but it was already all she really needed. She had fixed it up some by hanging her research and other things over the damaged parts of the pale blue walls (even though she mostly kept her research under wraps), but things like cracks in the windows and small stains on the time-worn carpet remained.

Fox did have a few relics and trinkets from her adventures set out in various places around her room as well, including an artifact from her springtime journey to the Sinjoh Ruins sitting innocently on her windowsill. Looking at it would often cause her to think back to that that journey and the friend she had made it with; after causing her to wonder where he was and how he was doing...

Fox practically attacked Zash in a fit of excitement as she tore past Pika to get a good look at the front cover of the book. It too was now glowing slightly, and Fox immediately took to translating it.

"Okay Zash... you say 'Mae Log Cwblhau o'r Argyfwng Atlantean' now, and that should unlock the scholar's concious..." Fox mused excitedly. The steady change in her was getting to be much more apparent as time passed.

Pika stood to the side, crossing his arms. At least it's not the necronomicon. he thought to himself as he waited for Zash to read his book.
"Well come on, we don't have all night." Pika said to him, tapping his own foot in anxiousness.

Zash glared at Pika for a long few seconds then stole a glance at fox anxious and excited. Aw what's the worst that could happen? he figured and sighed. He moved his sword to his sheathed it letting he strange glint that always seemed to play across the strange purple metal. Fox might have remembered the scarbard but Zash quickly covered it with his jacket. He cleared his throat and spoke with such ease of tongue that he surprised even himself at how he words rolled off his tongue spoke perfectly. "Mae Log Cwblhau o'r Argyfwng Atlantean"

"Bzaaap."

With those words, Zash caused a bolt of firey-looking lightning to electrocute Fox right in the heart. After that, Pika's book zapped her twice as intensely, causing her to fall to the ground and go into convulsions. And then, just when it seemed it couldn't get any worse, a small paranormal orb that everyone could see, surprisingly, rose out of Fox's book and drifted gently over to Fox. It entered into her right temple and suddenly Fox fell limp, her eyes glazing over quickly.

Fox's Pupils and irises disappeared, leaving nothing but white. Her mouth hung slightly ajar, and as she went to rise to her feet she seemed to have trouble lifting herself, as if her body was to heavy for her.

She stumbled not-so gracefully over to the window and gave a loud, shrill whistle, and almost immediately Zepher dropped down in response to her call. She looked pensive for a second, as if Fox reminded her of someone she had met before but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Draconam'sancti. Ego Taiga, scolaris Maximum ii Oceani Civitate Atlantis. Lorem decendent adiutorium pueros meos mihi secundum verbum tuum in annum, ut aperiantur novissima restat via." "Fox" told the great dragon Titan. Her voice was now hollow and soft, like when the wind blows through a patch of weeds. Zepher seemed curious, but willing to assist. She drifted upwards aways and curled into a large circle right above the house.

Fox returned to her desk. She picked up Pika and her own book, one in each hand, then turned to Zash and Pika. She opened them both to a certain page, then slowly let her hands drop back to her sides; the books still floating in mid-air. She held up a hand and Zash's book levitated right out of his hands, flipped open to a certain page, then completed the triangle of books around "Fox" that the other two had started. Lines of light connected the three books in a triangle shape, and then a circle of light that looked like a dragon encompassed that triangle.

The whole symbol with the books then slowly started to revolve around Fox in a clockwise motion. "Ziau, Priam. Lorem ipsum dolor sit istud quod testes ii carmine, ut ii porta felicius nos patriae civitatem in locum notat. Ibi: urbis iter faciet ii nobis fabulis." Fox requested suddenly, and with that she raised her hands up to just below the bottom of her torso and held her hands up so that her palms were facing the ceiling. She bowed her head and began reciting what sounded like a strange incantation.


As Fox recited on, the books' revolutions sped up, and the resulting energy began to build up more and more and more until anyone with a functioning brain could feel the intense vibes it gave off. Above the house, space began to warp in the center of the ring Zepher was creating with her own physical being; a tiny hole appearing in the fabric of space.

After finishing her entire recital, Fox closed her eyes and threw her head back while also raising her arms towards the heavens. She began whispering faster than any human should be able to wisper; her words (although clear and well-pronounced) becomein a jumbled up string of speech. As she did, the books and the strange "formula" they had created also rose and began to fan out until it encompassed all three teens in the room; spinning faster all the time.

Fox paused and dropped her arms; the strange formula mimicking her by also pausing and dropping to about knee-level. Fox kept waiting for a few more moments; silence taking hold of the room. She slowly brought her head back down until she was facing forward, eyes remaining closed.

She took a deep breath, and the second she exhaled fully her eyes snapped open, causing a huge wormhole to break open from the little hole in the space Zepher was indicating. Fox then quickly clapped her hands together and collapsed them into each other so that they interlocked in one quick motion, causing the circle to rise up to about the trio's midsections and then suddenly draw them all in to an orb of light about the size of a basketball. The orb then shot upwards, passing through the ceiling as if it wasn't even there, and then zipped right through the wormhole; taking Zash, Pika, and Fox along with it.

~Sootopolis City; just outside the Cave of Origin~

It was a seemingly peaceful and normal night in Sootopolis City when, just outside the Cave of Origin, a medium-sized wormhole suddenly just opened up right as the current guard was leaving because his shift had ended. Out of the wormhole fell three teenagers and three books, just before it fizzled away and disappeared. For a few minutes, things were silent again.

"Ohhhhh... My head..." Fox groaned. She tried to get to her feet in vain; settling on sitting in a propped-up position instead. "The weirdest thing just happened to me... Wait. ...Where are we?" She questioned almost forlornly, one of her ears drooping down while the other stayed standing up straight.

"Ya know... I don't think we're in Kansas anymore..."

Oh god. Electricity, white eyes, that really is the necro-Stop talking about the damn necromicon or whatever it is, you b-movie horror nerd! Giving me a damn headache... Okay fine. Pika conversed with himself as he watched Fox react to the various books, before moving towards the window and calling Zepher.
"Uh, hey, Fox? You there? Hello?" Pika asked, before turning to Zash. "Is she always like this?" He asked him, before Fox addressed them again.
"For the love of...still no idea what a Priam is." Pika muttered, getting slightly frustrated with not knowing anything that was going on. As Fox continued her procedure he said nothing more until a wormhole appeared in the ceiling, causing him to blink. "Wait. WHAT THE F-"

Pika hit the ground face-first, the rest of his body falling onto the area. Always some kind of portal or rift... He thought to himself as he stood up and brushed off his clothes, adjusting his half-jacket on his shoulder.
"Well, congratulations Fox! You figured out the books! Now how about figuring out where you just sent us." Pika commented, crossing his arms as he looked around at their surroundings.

Zash summed up the entire events with Fox and her crazy chanting and floating books with just one thought. Well I could have saw that coming. He sighed again the words. " Nah just most of the time." In the process of being formed as they were sucked threw a wormhole to this random location Zash had never seen before in his life.
And if only to make things worse. " I thought the bugger would never give up." Said the voice much different from Zash's normal one. As the voice spoke he came barreling out of the portable and onto the ground tumbling and rolling. He straighten himself and got up approaching Fox he looks offended. " I would have offered you a hand in getting up miss if only you hadn't been so much faster." He commented. Zash's eyes were now totally tinted over blue and his hair a few shades lighter.

"I figured the what out now?" Fox asked Pika; stupified. "DAMN! It happened again, didn't it? Why am I so susceptible to partial possessions?!?" Fox cursed in a loud rage. She rubbed her temples and sighed irritatedly. Then she froze for a second and crossed her arms.

"Well... At least this one doesn't seem to wanna kill me. Feels kinda like we've met before..." Fox muttered under her breath. She closed her eyes for a second. "...Taiga. Taiga's the voice I hear. I think. It means "Gentle Tide" in whatever language this is." she reported. She continiued to listen for a few moments, when suddenly her eyes snapped wide open.

"Wait... WHAAAAT?!?" Fox exclaimed. She rushed to grab up her book, then flipped through it furiously until she found a certain page. "...MY GOD IT IS!!! Atlantis; the sunken city! Guys, I don't know how, but we've somehow managed to wake up the lost city of Atlantis!!!" She exclaimed, shoving the book in Pika's face so that he could see the illustration on it.

Fox stopped when she heard the voice of... "Zash" speaking to her. "Uhhhh.... Wait, Poshie...?" She questioned, looking over at the transformed Zash. "Well howdy, I guess... I see you're keeping well...?" she stated, still pretty shocked to even be seeing him. She snickered and added, "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know anything about the sunken city of Atlantis..." she joked, holding back giggles.

"Great, maybe your Gentle Tide can take us back to where we came from, huh?" Pika commented sarcastically. He hadn't planned on any field trips of sorts, he just wanted a book translated, though what else could he expect from someone like Fox.
"Yeah, okay, Atlantis. Seems goo-wait Atlantis? That just made things serious." He responded to Fox, smirking. A long lost sunken city? Whoops, his schedule mysteriously opened up. Looked like he had time to explore just a little bit. He blinked shortly after, finally noticing Zash's difference. "Wait, who's Poshie?" Pika asked, feeling himself become even more confused. All your friends seem to be either possessed or dead. We should have a party some time. Is there a word for wanting to kill the evil voice in your head? Suicide? Yea-oh screw you.

" Poshie would be I" Zash's body answered Pika. Extending a friendly hand for him to shake and a winning smile that almost instantly disappeared. " I'm sorry miss but did you just say what I thought you said?" His voice suddenly dark his expressing tightening to something Zash might have actually worn. " Did you say Atlantis?" He questioned.

"Wait... Do you seriously know something about it?" Fox asked Poshie, her eyebrows raising in suprise. "I was just kidding about that, but... Yeah, I did. There's this little voice telling me things I think are going to lead us there, and these three books have some significance, too. I just haven't completely figured it all out yet... But I know that this dormant volcano is the starting line. We were brought here for a reason." Fox explained, now to everyone present. The wheels in her head were turning full-throttle now; you could see it in her face. The real Fox was active as ever, trying to get a grip on all the information pouring into her head. "So, Poshie... If it's not too much to ask, what do you know about Atlantis?"

Pika looked at Poshie curiously as he shook his hand, a bit unnerved from the sudden change and overall confused about him. This continued as his expression changed, making Pika raise an eyebrow. He took a few steps back, crossing his arms as he waited for an explanation.
"Yeah, if you know something about it now would be a pretty good time to say it." He commented, feeling eager to explore whatever trace of Atlantis they could be about to find.

He tugged at his collar only to realize Zash wasn't wearing the collared shirt he had the first time Poshie had came to be instead he had a leather jacket on with his undead hollywood tea shirt. " Well things of this nature are better seen than explained but I warn you I would never ever encourage this reckless behavior I suggest you all head back home. " He said grimly.
Suddenly one eye glazed over brown and half of Zash's hair shaded to the darker black mane he had. " You've been there, I can tell your also being senseative with those thoughts. " He added a little annoyed.
The half of his face with the blue eye tugged into a frown and Poshie heaved a sigh from Zash's body. " Yes I have been there, but my..." He searched for the right word.
"Host?" Zash offered.
" I thinking more partner." Poshie answered back. " Wasn't exactly the most pleased being there and wasn't given the best welcome, it was so long ago that I don't even have the foggiest idea of how to get the-"
"Bullsh-" Zash tried to add in but Poshie shut both of their mouth.

Fox wasn't a huge fan of the flip-flopping personalities, especially not after what happened the first time she met Poshie. She listened to what he had to say, however; her face visibly showing that the wheels in her head were turning. After a moment of silence, Fox walked over and grabbed one of the books- Zash's, to be exact -and began flipping through it until she got to a page relatively close to the front cover. Her eyes moved back and forth across the page, then stopped.

"...Ziaüsulien Affwys Aedden. The Third. Sound familiar?" Fox asked patiently, raising her eyes up to Poshie's face with a calculating look.

"Sounds irritatingly posh." Pika quipped, having crouched over by the water outside the entrance to the cave, dipping his hand in and splashing the water to pass the time. Huh, Posh. That could make a good nickname. He thought to himself.
"Look, dealing with cryptic people sucks and yet it happens a lot. Just be clear Posh." He said, getting frustrated at having to wait there.

For the second time his hand fell to the collar that wasn't there. " Um no" He started to clear his throat as Fox asked about the name and Pika started to pressure him. Damn that fellow has a aura too him. Poshie thought to himself. Only if your a pussy. Zash replied
"What a nice thing to say " Poshie muttered under his breath. He sighed and regained his composer. " No I'm never heard of Ziaüsulien Affwys Aedden." The name slipped off his tongue easily like it was second nature.