"Well, it feels we are moving along nicely. R for Rescue. We recued the WhereBears. A for aid. We will always get a new teammate. We rescued you, and you are not aiding us. Now for I. Investigate.
Their is a pattern for everything we do. We just have to find it."
"What about the other letters?"
"We just have one more letter before it resists."
"Ummm...'bow' is not a word?"
"No. It's what ties us together. But only...if willing. Just like time travel. We won't get involved unless we either have permission to search, or believe over sixty percent that whatever we find will help…them move forward. Except, now that we have you; everything we search could lead to a future pathway."
"Could lead? You mean…..will lead."
"Cabin Doors opening."
"That was odd. No welcoming committe."
"You think they are smart enough to know how emotions work?"
"So, it is true. The bigger the head, the smaller the brain."
*Boof*
"And those are some big heads."
"Wellllll...come.....to....our…..home.
My name…..is....Beard.
He's the King."
"Where's his crown?"
"He has known. Head too big, wind bellowing too fast. They wear Earrings to clarify rank. Want his Grandmother's back because it signifies Elite, but he's not the real descendant."
"Who is?"
"You'll meet him soon enough. Go on, say hi."
"Ummm. Hi, Mr. Beard."
"You sound like a Mouse to him. Speak up."
*Click*
"Not anymore.
I said, 'Hi, Mr. Beard. What seems to be the trouble?"
"My late mothers Earring was stolen, and without it; I can't lead. We have been thrown into a state of anarchy."
"All over an Earring? I know we use Crowns to signify who is in charge, but after a while; shouldn't people already know ; without you having to clarify?"
"Jack, the Earring is not to lead the people. It's to lead the Titans. You only see Ogres and Giants here. No one else."
"And where are they?"
"Locked away. For good reason too. Both sides are trying to free them, but it is better if they stay locked up as prisoners instead of freed as slaves.
They only listen to the Earring."
"Who are you talking to?"
"She's my…..uh…..Translator. I can talk to you, but she relays what we said to the others. That way, we can carry on a conversation without breaking.
…..Helen, I hope the Ogres can talk."
"Don't worry. They are only nine feet tall."
"That's not tall at all. The Medium Human is Five, eight. Most are Six feet. A few are Seven, so just add a few more feet and there you go."
"That's why they are called giants?"
"I thought there were Thirty-Six of you."
"Excuse me?"
"Thirty-Six. Why have you dropped down?"
"Have you not read…..Bible? Most of us were killed off. Far too dangerous to behold. Rest of us…...fled. Here. Now….we stay. Flood designed to kill Titans. Survivors dropped seven feet. No more Twenty footers ever…ever…..again. Only Thirtreen and lower. But....we…keep Titans...alive. We...…protect. Cause we are…..Brothers. Children...not so strong."
"Children of the Nephilims. That's why God told Sameul to kill all of you including women and Children, but he didn't comply. Told God they were too Beautiful to kill. He said he only took a portion. That means…..you are not as hairy and scary as Myths tell us you are, for Samuel already stood close to seven foot as was. Just happy to find more his size. Excitement clouded his judgement."
"We not hairy…."
"We not Scary."
*BOOM*
"Aaaaaagh. Watch out. He's gonna hit us with his club."
"Freeze!!!!!!"
*Pirrasschhh*
"Whoever said we hairy, we scary; are Liars."
"Calm down. Calm down. We don't believe you are Hair….nor Scary. In fact…..we like your Jewelry.
Isn't that right, Rainbows?"
"Uhuh. Uhuh.
Now I see why you wear Earrings. Not only do you wear Piercings to help…...keep all of that Beauty together, but also since they are way easier to see then a Crown."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome.
So, where do you think we should look first?"
"Before we look anywhere, would you all like something to eat while we talk?"
*Burp*
"Oooof. Sorry. As long as it's not Kraken."