You Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance...

The other noticed him quickly and said exactly what he had been thinking. So the man had seen something, but even they weren’t sure what it seemed. Magnus didn’t understand what he meant when he asked if he himself was high, so he ignored it and glanced off in the direction of where he had previously been looking. His glance ended, shifting back to the man, but he did a double take. The fireflies were hovering in the area that the man had just been looking off to, as if telling him to follow. It sent an odd chill down his spine, forcing him to peel his eyes away from the ominous fireflies and back to the man finally to speak.

“I followed those fireflies and they led me here... They disappeared, and now they’re where you were looking off to.” Magnus spoke, his voice quiet yet hoarse from lack of use lately. The man mentioned he could use some food, yet he couldn’t help but agree. He was a bit hungry, but the eerie silence, extended darkness, and overall weird happenings made him suspicious about eating anything at the moment. “I don’t think eating anything we find here is a good idea, but I do want to follow the fireflies some more.” His purple gaze was lost back into the fireflies as they hovered around the clearing ahead of them.

"Speech!"

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