“It has been exactly seven years to the day, and yet I still haven't found her. Not even a trace, she came with the night and left with the day. She left with the day! She left with the daylight, my Delighte.” Says Jacques Edmond Descartes. 

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A solid silver pocket watch is opened by way of a special button and an instrumental begins to play, it is that of a Golden Iris Flower. No doubt carefully and meticulously crafted by the finest crafts men of the day.

On one side of the pocket watch a symbol can be seen, a symbol of the astrological sign Gemini, but it is not in its traditional form, instead in its stead is that of two lionesses.

 

Jacques Edmond Descartes holds the pocket watch in his left hand and attempts to bring his hands to the imprinted design, but hesitates before flipping it over and setting his eyes upon the symbol that lays on the other side. It is that of the scale and weight or what is known as The Libra.

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A sound, the sounds coming from the nearby woods, indeed they were very irregular, its almost as if they wanted to be heard. In these parts, the bear, the moose and even an eight hundred pound elk could go unnoticed if they wanted to, it was a necessary requirement to survive in the harsh terrain such as The Graeymbleton Woods.

 

The noise stops, the cracking of the twigs that is and the crunching of the scales of the pine cones, the soft dirt welcoming every footstep with a unique sound like a vibrant market place with different bands of bards playing their music on every corner.

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A lighthearted laugh follows which is then accompanied by another and another before finally mellowing out into a controlled chuckle which vibrates in the throat of the one from who it comes from.

 

Jacques Edmond Descartes begins to sing, “once I had a home and a wife to call my own, we were merry and happy and hoped for nothing more, laughter was plenty and a smile was worth its weight in gold, but that time has come and gone and things will never be the same as they were before.”

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The laughter rings out again, but this time it is much closer, still as if unbothered by it Jacques Edmond Descartes pays it no mind.

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“Quite the song there young fellow, the words though they seem so sad and depressing, I reckon to say that that must be an original and the words are very personal to you.” Says Chief White Sky.

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The movement begins again, not faster or slower, but at the same cadence and as if still to say, I am here.

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Jacques Edmond Descartes turns his head to meet the voice but there is no one there. “Forgive me stranger if what I am about to do seems rude, I can tell that you are not from these parts and also I can tell that you mean no harm, but before I do what I am about to do I must say a prayer.” 

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“Dr. Descartes, I have travelled a long and many distance to see you, actually not to see just you personally, well, indeed to see you, but to also see your father. I have something of his, haha and he has something of mine, so we are at somewhat of an impasse with neither of us seeming to budge or compromise. I heard that your father has a son that wants nothing to do with him. So I had to see for myself if such a thing could be... go ahead and say your prayer, I will be right here when you are done.” Says Chief White Sky.