A Grizzly Begining... (open)

[kokoran714]

A ghostly light eminated from a nearby neon sight. What it revealed was a boy in a white robe and a long, wooden staff in his hand. Only the tips of his bangs were seen from underneath the hood of his robes.

He was unconcoius, sitting up against the back wall of the Traverse Town accesory shop.

Taiaz! Wake up! We're alive! Artiona, the boys grizzly bear familiar, shouted from the spirit realm to the druid.

"Ugh... Five more minutes" Taiaz groaned, shifting positions so he was laying down, somehow oblivious to the fact he was just sitting up.

Come on Taiaz! We're not in Celtia anymore! The bear urged again.

Getting up, Taiaz stretched, yawned, and replied, "If this is a joke and it's the crack of Bel, I swear I'll-" But that was when the druid opened his eyes.

Around him, he saw glowing signs, brick pavement, and in general, a completely unfamiliar land. Very quiet at first, Taiaz remarked,"Oh, my Cernunnos. Where in Hel are we?!?!"

I don't really know, but that looks like a sign in English over there. And if I'm not mistaken, it says: "Traverse Town". But I don't suppose that does us much good.

Shaking his head no, Taiaz replied, "Is Mars a pacifist?"

Gathering up his staff, Taiaz saw a bilboard that read the unfamiliar word, "Cafe."

"Kay-feh... No...Kah-ff. Darn it! I hate the english langauge! Too many rules! To many exceptions. Come on Artiona. Let's check it out"

And with that the duo strolled over to the Cafe.