"Percy," Tiara drawled as he followed him through the game world. She skipped for a while, or walked, or sometimes jogged, but always stayed behind his back while Percy led her to the Mountains.
"Yes, Tiara?" he asked without looking back. He hopped over a log and told Tiara to be careful.
"What do these flowers do anyway?"
"I don't know, guess we'll find out when we reach there. 50 for you and 50 for me, I wonder if there will be that many."
"Oh…" Tiara looked around them. They had come out of the forest and had trotted through the suburbs of an abandoned village. Now they were slowly entering a colder zone, she could already see the trees losing its leaves as they moved farther in. A cold wind blew, accompanied with a bizarre feeling filling up inside her. "What if there are fewer than a hundred? Who will take the first 50 among us both?"
