Meanwhile Marek and Error were continuing the journey through the Shadow Forest. He tries to contain his temper. "Let's try to keep the flames contained and do what we can..."
"The creatures can do that, most of them are elemental Magic's-Only some can't do Magic's."
"Oh...yes...I vaguely remember, now." He couldn't help but think about how he spoke to Daro before she left while he helped Error.
"Pitch." Pitch looks to Error. "Give us a ride to the Mystic Lake-please." he quickly jumps onto Pitch, waiting for Marek since the Mystic Lake was a sacred location.
Marek blinks a couple times. "So, you're the cause of the shadow earlier..." he runs his hand down side and pats twice before jumping on. "How long have you had this pet for?"
"Few years, Pitch is the last of her kind." she quickly stands, her tall form rising, and runs to the sacred forest.
"That's sad..." Marek pets her as she runs.
