Topic: Witch Way Will the Wind Blow?

John Cole

Date: 2016-07-26 20:51 EST
Sunday evening, May 8th

The climb along the eastern range along Twilight Isle could have been tediously long, but it was quickly discovered that John?s ability to float and disappear into mist took less effort than before, no doubt with the assistance of the Key of Air about his neck. Black mist gathered together before the cloud hung doors of the tower as the quiet of perpetual twilight took hold all around him. Soon one foot became two and grew into the form of a figure dressed in charcoal and grey, the tailored fit suit looking crisp and impeccable as ever.

Pitch coated eyes settled on the doors as they spread open and a pair of zephyrs soon floated out to greet the new Keeper. ?He?s here! He?s here!? The announcement was called behind them to alert the other elementals within the keep, all on high alert to the new arrival. Murmurs buzzed within, whispers of he?s just like us, and he?ll understand.

Somehow he managed to hold back his amusement and merely held a smile on his face. A smile sharp enough to cut through brick and mortar, with teeth white enough to cause the stars in the Twilight Isle?s sky to become envious, and with a general notion that he knew so much more than he was letting on. After all, he had big plans for this Tower, and his patience was only going to last for so long.

Ghost like in appearance, one air elemental stepped forward to greet him with a low bow. ?Good evening Keeper. We have been expecting you for some time now. We are gracious to accept your --?

A hand was held up to interrupt him and the elemental was silenced. ?If you don?t mind, we can skip over the pleasantries and get right down to brass tacks as it were. I would like to send some of you to collect some things for me arriving at the portal?s entrance. There will be several tons of iron bars, rings, cha--?

Daringly the elemental interrupted John, though looked apologetic for doing so. ?My apologies Keeper, but did you say iron bars? We simply cannot.?

?What do you mean, you cannot??

?It is of the earth as the saying goes Keeper. That is in the realm of the Keeper of Earth and his elementals.?

?So the lot of you are just as useless as this meat suit,? he muttered to himself.

?What was that Keeper??

?Nothing. Nevermind that, I?ll look into hiring outside assistance then. For now, I think a tour is in order, don?t you? What is at the center of the tower?? John inquired.

?There is a large great room at the center with large open spaces and enchanting views of the entire island Keeper. Please follow me and we?ll begin the tour,? the elemental then led the new Keeper inside.

?Splendid.?

John Cole

Date: 2016-07-29 19:55 EST
Friday evening, May 13th

The amount of days that fell to the blurred and blacked out hours were increasing and it was growing into a consistent neverending cycle. He knew he shouldn?t be reaching for the unopened bottle within his reach. He knew he shouldn?t take whatever was in that pill bottle, or snort the white powder in tiny plastic baggies. But every time John stirred and lifted his head out of the hole he had dug himself into, something pushed him back into the darkening recesses of his mind. And he just wanted to continue ignoring it, to continue blocking it all out.

He didn?t want to see the darkening features of his own face. At least, he assumed it was his face; he barely recognized himself anymore.

He didn?t want to know the answers to the questions that started springing up if he wasn?t blitzed out of his ****ing mind.

Questions like: What day is it?

How long have I been out?

Where are these drugs coming from?

Does it matter?

Where are these stacks of money coming from?

Again? Does it matter?

Why am I not dead...yet?

He was doing his best to pretend that nothing was wrong. Quick to give the excuse that he?s been busy. He was working. There was money coming in somehow, it wasn?t a lie. Admitting that he couldn?t discuss details on the rare occasion a friend or even family member asked also wasn?t untrue. He couldn?t discuss them because he didn?t know them.

There was a subtle gnawing in the back of his skull of a guess where the money was coming from, but it was a mix of pride and fear that kept him from turning that guess into evidence or seeking out proof. Whatever it was, he could handle it. Just?.once he finally decided he should look into it.

The blaring sound of his phone going off near his head (both on the black and white tile of the bathroom floor) pulled him from the last stages of unconsciousness. He pushed and rubbed at his eyes, distracted momentarily by the phosphenes as they flickered and sparked behind his eyelids. When they didn?t lull him into sleep, and his phone went off once more, he blindly reached for it before daring to even squint his eyes open and groaned.

The glaring light from the screen was initially too bright for him to make out the words, but after his eyes adjusted, John was still left in a state of confusion. The fog in his brain made him question if he was even reading the old texts from his brother right, because he was certain that he hadn?t missed the trip back home for Mother?s?.****. He did.

Pushing himself up to sit upright, his spine and shoulders pressed up against the wall while jean covered legs bent to bring his knees to his bare chest. One hand held the phone and the other rubbed at the back of his head as though it would jumpstart his brain and fill it with clear thoughts and a good cover story for missing five full days.

A jingle of a chain may have gone unnoticed if it weren?t for the cool press of metal and magic enchanted gemstone that pressed against his sternum. He tugged at the chain and stared bewildered at the Tower of Air key.

He didn?t have a good cover story.

He only had more questions.