The Paths We Choose

Harper stared out at the dull gray sky in the distance, her tone softening a little. "That college friend of yours... Pixie, right? Did you manage to get in touch with her after we left the dungeon?"

At the sound of that name, AcidStriker froze mid-movement. He had been fiddling with the crystal in his hands.

The excitement on his face faded away in an instant, replaced by a heavy gloom.

"She... d