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Pearl Cleo and sausage where in one of the old crypts, looking for books when they found it.
A extra passage was built in, one they hadn’t seem in any other crypts before.
“What’s that?” Sausage pointed over to the passage.
Pearl walked over and held up her lantern “should we explore it?” She turned around to the others.
“It could be a trap by the vampires” Cleo reminded.
“I say we should explore it!” Sausage said, already writing in his book.
She shrugged and went after him, followed by Cleo.
“Where do you think it leads?” She asked looking at Cleo.
“I don’t know but It can’t be good”.
Soon they arrived at the end of the passage, it was a dead end apart from something on the wall and a vase, that contained a sunflower.
Cleo reached up and uncovered the thing on the wall.
It was her, it was pearl, but it was not her, she was in a beautiful long dress and she had wings, in the portrait she was in a field full of sunflowers.
As she stared she was suddenly struck with, realisation then memory, so many memories, her empire guilded helianthia(no clue how to spell that) her friends, the cod war sausage then, death cold cold death then light again, then she had guided afterlife, then the next generation of empires then she came, to the mortal world for a break and slowly forgotten everything until now.
“She looks like you pearl” sausage said, sauasage one of her closest friends, sausage, the one who had made a church to her, she has missed him.
“Pearl, pearl are you here? Hello earth to pearl” suddenly there was a hand waving in front of her face “oh sorry”.
“I think we should get going it’s gonna get dark” she said turning away and practically sprinting out of the crypt, the other two running after her.
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She was alone now she’d snuck out in the night, she had things to do after all.
Double checking she hadn’t been followed one last time, she went pack to her original form, her wings were back and looking magnificent if she did say so herself.
She was in the same green dress from the portrait and light radiated from her, she stretched her wings, she had never realised it but she missed them.
She checked how many beacons were on the humans side, she could leave the land wouldn’t stop a deity from leaving.
But she was still pearl, she didn’t want to leave Cleo behind and she had sworn to hunt down any monsters that deliberately attacked innocents.
Using her magic she did whats he could, amplifying the human beacons powers as much as much as possible.
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Scott knew something was wrong, the holy beacons always felt suffocating, but they suddenly felt so much worse then they should.
Then Scott sensed it a divine presence has strengthened the holy beacons.
Since when has there been a divine presence here that actually did something!?
He was annoyed to say the least, he had been in Oakhurst longer than anyone here and he had never, ever heard of a divine presence.
But back when Oakhurst was the land of the empires, before he had been found out and forced to evacuate chromia, sauasage… sausage said something about… who was it saint pearl?
Wait pearl, then it hit him, pearl was here saint pearl was here, wherever there was sunflowers there would be pearl, he had heard rumours she had disappeared years ago.
She must have returned as one of the humans and one of the humans, conveniently looked exactly like pearl and had the exact same name.