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"We haven't gotten very far have we?" Karen asked as he sat drown gracelessly on a tree root.

"On the bright side... we did get somewhere." Zephyrine said as she sat by the rivers edge. They had gone pretty far, but not as far as they had hoped. Thankfully the had some idea of where they were going thanks to rumors of other remaining mermaids. It was a very good thing that the planet had a large amount of freshwater that was connected.

Sibylle's head popped out of the water with a disgruntled expression. "Something isn't right about this place, I don't think we should stop."

"What's going to happen?" Karen asked as his head fell back onto the tree. Being blind was not easy.

"... From the looks of it... angry elves?" Sibylle sunk lower as she spoke gurgling the word "elves" rather nicely.

Zephyrine cursed. Just what they needed. Trespassing in elves territory. This was going to be a very long, and very bad trip.

"It would seem that loosing her was too much for him to bare. That's why we want your help," A thin male elf who defined the words 'pretty boy' spoke.

"What makes you think we can do anything?" Zephyrine asked since Sibylle was preoccupied with not falling out of a tiny makeshift pool. If one of those elves got close enough to Sibylle, she would pound them into the ground with her tail, just out of spite.

"Your friend," the elf pointed to Sibylle, "appears to have high spiritual levels, you have high levels of white magic, and the human has the power to summon."

All three members of the party blinked.

"It's true isn't it?"

"Look," Sibylle gave a low growl before continuing, "we're on a mission. We would very much appreciate it if you let us go, or brought whatever it was down to the river side."

"I somehow doubt moving him would be w--"

"If I go anywhere besides the river, your face is going to get melted off."

The elf double took, "What?"

"Do you want me to spell it out for you? Put me back in the river or you won't have a face to call your own," She hissed quietly as her wings and tail flared up.

Karen held back a snort and Zephyrine tried not to look amuse. Sibylle, usually, did not hurt people unless they really pushed her buttons, and currently she was in no situation to put up a fight. All she could do was hope the elf was not very bright and valued his looks more than anything else.

"Fine. We'll bring him to the river edge," the elf stood up and dismissed himself.

Sibylle glared at where he had been. Stupid moron.

"How exactly can we fix this?" Karen whispered to Sibylle at the waters edge. The young (well he looked young) elf had been escorted to the riverside. He looked perfectly normal, and seemed in all good health, but apparently he had been talking to himself and saying that his wife was haunting him.

She was, and Sibylle was the only one who saw her. Karen felt something but it was not enough, apparently, for him to understand the situation.

The spirit just looked like another elf. She was not transparent, or anything like that. The only way Sibylle was able to tell the difference was that the female elf had a bloody hole where either a large gunshot or an arrow had pierced through her heart. It was a bit unnerving.

"Can you help me?" The male elf looked at them pleadingly.

This is one HUGE mess, and I don't see how I can fix it. I see the ghost but I don't know how that helps! Sibylle was speaking to herself more than Karen, but he had a right to hear it.

" You could ask me how I died and why I decided to stick around for starters." The female elf said, but only Sibylle could hear. " And you could ask us our names."

"Heh... um... Sir? What's your name and what was your wife's name?" Sibylle asked as politely as possible.

"I'm Sol, and her name was Helena."

"How did Helena die?"

Sol visible twitched at that remark. "She was shot by human hunters. It was an accident from what we saw."

"It wasn't an accident! They did it to me on purpose! It may have been ten years ago, but I still want justice." The woman crossed her arms, "I was also given information that was to be passed to the heir of the houses of Odjrán, Bi'gita, Tratia, and Soliris."

Sibylle chocked, "She says it was a set up, and that she was given a message to give to the four main houses. This is serious and probably very danger thing to dabble in. We're talking government conspiracies and assassinations."

"The four houses?" Zephyrine looked to Sibylle, and was obviously confused. "What do you mean by four houses?"

"You know that some surnames have a lot of influence because of their ancestors? Well... the houses are people from the influence bloodlines. Pure blooded people so to speak. (Even if none of us are pure blooded anymore.)" Sibylle shrugged, "Does that help?"

"A lot actually."

"What houses though?" Karen asked. He was still "looking" directly at Sibylle as he spoke. It was a bit unnerving, even if he was blind. It surprised Sibylle that his eyes never wandered, but that was not something she should think about right now.

"My house, the house of Odjrán, an influential house in the mer race. The house of Bi'gita, the house of the most influential house in the elfin race. The house of Tratia, the second most powerful house in the human race, and lastly the house of Soliris. The house that practically created the royal line of Naga." Sibylle finished with a sigh.

"But..." Sol looked at Sibylle wide eyed, "Those houses are all but gone."

"They weren't ten years ago."

"Young lady! You come from the house of Odjrán? I never would have guessed." Helena looked stunned. "If I tell you the message I'm home free! All you need to do is tell the other houses!"

Hold it! Who said I wanted that job? Why can't you posses someone and use them to tell your message? I don't want another stupid mission.

The female elf blinked. "Another? You mean the mission to save your race?"

... Yes.

There was a loud curse admitted from the ghosts mouth. Loud enough that it sent shivers up the three peoples' backs who could not see her.

"Then my message is all too late," The elf smacked herself on the forehead in anger.

Sibylle watched helplessly. Let the ghost suffer more or let her move on. Fine. FINE. Tell me the message.

There was a long pause before the woman began to speak of the dearest and closet thing to her heart, as well as the families.