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Chapter 62 - Chapter 67: Gathering the clues.

Rain began to fall an hour ago followed by lightning strikes which terrified and annoyed citizens as usual. Wilel was wandering his home's halls awaiting a phone call that came at good as any for him. He greeted his hired torturers as they returned one back. The most promising torturer of his grinned before he spoke. "I've been cracking this guy's skull just to remind you that you don't have a knack for torturing. He told me the crimes regarding busting the information out of him that you committed before you called us in. You just suck at it, boss." The promising torturer reminded him with a disappointed tone. Wilel smiled on his side of the call. "Torturing is a trait belonging to villainous scum. I'm not built to be one of those, so, tell me everything you've drained out of him about Mistdeemer and JinJunyë's last remnants of the cult." Wilel stated as he prepared himself for keeping notes. Wilel's very promising Interrogator for hire passed the phone to his partner. "Joshy's sending a document since it was his idea to keep notes with full detail, buncha nerds. I just remembered. He's a brilliant describer—err— Describerer?" Said the Promising torturer's partner before he hung up. Wilel received the digital document sent to his phone and opened it without hesitation hoping for his questions to be answered. The Williams' family's youngest son had been shocked to read the detailed document. The jaw that he often opens had dropped, his jaw as close to the ground this time by what he was reading. "I'm giving Joshua a handsome raise." Wilel then taunted and insulted his promise informant's friend.

Traversing through the city with the founders' home as their destination, on his enlarged toad, Ansel, Noa and Settembre walked through the path leading to the mansion. Ansel patted Andamooka as hop off of him. "I think we're getting faster, I'll keep growing stronger for us, boy." Ansel promised his toad, Andamooka. The elders greeted the children that were chilling under the sun in the founders' yard. Maxwell hopped out of his chair and sprinted to the Williams' second heir as soon as he saw Settembre come into sight near the mansion gates. "Yo, Ayo, where did Derek go, Set?" Settembre heard Maxwell ask him. Settembre struggled originally with that surprise question until he remembered what Derek's grandmother told him. "He's with a girl that he's known for a while in Chicago right now. Grandma Lidia used her ability to take him to her quick. Don't worry about it." Settembre answered the young teen before patting his shoulder twice then continuing forward leaving the young Pendold twin confused. Settembre could only give him the same answer that the hero's grandmother mysteriously called to inform him about and insistently suggested that he'd do so with the others as well. He refused to trust it but he had nothing else except worry. Worry that he wasn't to ignore and accept. 

Settembre had found himself confused about if he should or shouldn't crack a smile as he witnessed the strange orbs that the founder taught him about, which he calls reminiscent fragments, relaxingly floating around the area. "One hundred meters into the forest southwest of the founder's mansion. I can't remember us ever catching up— but I— can?" Said the Williams' second child as he began recollecting a few more memories of an attack on Derek with further irritation. Settembre squatted and touched the ground With his index and middle fingers as the other two saw their friend's Lemon chiffon colored raw power surround the area in a small square area around their clueless quinquennial forest spot. Ansel had one brow above the other as he questioned what he was planning. Noa filled him in on what the Williams' second son was capable of after years of training. Ansel found himself surprised by what he had been told "How do your powers work, like what does it feel like also? I've never asked you about it. Haven't found myself curious until now either. I thought it'd be incomprehensibly boring." Ansel confessed as he watched the area light up lemon chiffon. 

Settembre continued connecting with the mysterious creatures that only himself and his family were capable of connecting with and seeing due to tremendous practice over their years. "We've never been the only life to inhabit this planet. There's a form of life that was here first before any man or animal. They're in a strange state now. I can't pronounce what exactly they call themselves and I'm not going to try. Just call them raconteurs but they are very real and there's billions and billions of them though. They come and go from here to wherever, sometimes I can't even see them. I've never been too sure on the question of where they go— my family's training includes cultivating our energy to bond with these mysterious future, present, past and character revealing creatures, make contact, those sorts of things. They can affect us in various ways if they wanted, though, ninety-nine percent of the time they simply collectively decide not to, they do, however, enjoy recreating past events of the more physical and social forms of life. You're about to see what it feeels like to connect with them in a moment." Settembre answered his friend as he turned his head forward and closed his eyes with his hand still on the ground. Ansel and Noa felt similar to how they do when they're in a serious situation against someone. 

Ansel crossed his arms as he reigned in his energy and before he asked another question that he's been curious upon for sometime. "I remember hearing that you used to have panic attacks for the first few months of your historical sight you've achieved?" Ansel asked as he witnessed human form with a shade of turquoise yet lacking detailed characteristics, Noa shoved her elbow into Ansel's rib. Settembre snapped his fingers which placed a pause on the detail lacking figures as he picked himself up. "That was a rough time. I gave my family a rough time during then, because I didn't grasp how important it was to listen to others— to my dad. It's in the past now, buddy." Settembre replied before one of his arms glowed with their shared lemon chiffon energy and the same shade of blue as the mysterious creatures that he receives insight of the past from after bonding with them. 

The three lay their eyes on another Trio of humanoid form, only Settembre recognized the Trio's details. "That's us, isn't it?" Noa asked to be sure. Settembre nodded before he asked the specific time they spoke. Unfortunately with Noa's horrible memory, she had forgotten about plenty of information but fortunately gave him enough details for the creatures to show them what he had forgotten. In the eyes of Ansel and Noa, they witnessed 4 mysterious figures discussing matters with Derek and Settembre until the second son of the Williams family had been knocked out from behind as Derek fought until he was beaten to a bloody pulp by the dangerous opposing squad, they the floor with his blood, though it was turquoise for Ansel and Noa. Ansel's eyes grew wide as Noa covered her mouth and backed away slowly. Settembre's wrath and frustration had reached the boiling point as he stomped the ground causing cracks before he stormed off towards the mansion. 

Reynard sat at the dining table as he stared at the many other Patriarchs Sitting in their seats, some glaring and others returning a more friendly mien. Kaden folded his hands before resting his chin on them and deciding on a question to ask the youngest upcoming Patriarch. "Recite our oath?" asked by the Williams family patriarch with a grin resembling his youngest son's as he stared at the young Patriarch in his eyes. Reynard kept his nonchalant expression as the others were anticipating his response. "Through the impossible and circumstances that make us bold, others over ourselves and spirit over material, embodying our heroes of gold." Reynard recited with surprisingly more enthusiasm than the others expected from him. 

Rhett clapped and was the only one who decided to show him any form of respect before he spoke though Reynard was unbothered by the others' lack of any. "JinJunyë's in a rough state right now as i'm sure that you're aware, these guys are so rough on you because of the magnificence of your successor. Just know that after this quinquennial— you have all of our support in your future endeavors, feel comfortable asking anytime." Rhett responded with enthusiasm in his tone. With his undyingly energetic, the Pendild patriarch's genuine voice and well articulated speech crossing through Reynard's ears, Rhett was able to incredibly form a slight smile on Reynard's face. Rey closed one eye half way as he surveyed Reynard. "Alright, story time— passing wisdom or whatever." Ray shouted excitedly from the top of his lungs. Rhett chuckled as he raised his fist and rested his chin on his chest recollecting his stories. "I volunteer to lead!" Said the Pendold patriarch with a warming smile, "1988, I was seventeen, about two months before my eighteenth birthday. Visitors from the continent of the linetie were after a treasure that's been in my family for generations. I've still got it around my neck as we speak. My father had heard rumors that it was stolen from there but we had no disputable proof, I wasn't going to give our treasure over to their greed. I fended off twelve dozen of them in my basement after they invaded my home, each throwing every element belonging to nature with the absence of earth clashing with my steel. Instead it was steel clashing with lightning, fire, winds and their fragile blades. There were moments they brought me to the point of fearing for my life, they had me against the ropes. That's when I learned a valuable lesson I've used to stay alive this long in this life." Rhett regaled Reynard and the Patriarchs. The JinJunyë Patriarch noticed the Williams father's grin before he asked his question. "What's the moral of that story, what valuable lesson had he learned, Mr.Jono?" Asked the Williams Patriarch in the same manner as previously. Reynard thought to himself for a brief moment prior to answering with a shocking conclusion. "The moral of his story was resiliency and heart. The thought of his family's reputation tarnished with a history of thievery wasn't going to be the last thought he had in his life, it encouraged him to fight for his survival during this difficult situation harder than any previous particular battle, I guess." The successor of JinJunyë answered. 

Kaden found himself shocked. Ryum found himself far more shocked about what happened in Rhett's story rather than JinJunyë's successor's answer. "Fended off twelve dozen Linetie at seventeen years old, Scrumfluous?!" Ryum asked in a low tone as he found himself imagining himself in that situation. Rhett turned his eyes towards the Throndson Patriarch with an angry expression as Ray laughed at it. "When will you cut it out with that nickname, we're all around our fifties now?!" The Pendold Patriarch asked his friend. Ray halted his laughter and spoke in a serious tone. "We'll cut it out when you make the time to have a real talk with your children about vetting people who come into their lives. For their safety and the security of our oath, even Emaline is sick of your procrastination, Rhett." Ray responded after discovering where to enter the conversation. Rhett leaned back in his chair. "It's work. Not procrastination, guys, I'll make the time then fine." Rhett promised his friends about that aspect of their work. Reynard found himself lost and curious, though he never asked about what they were discussing. The Pendold twins rushed into the Basement's gathering chambers of the founder's mansion where the Patriarchs' meeting was occuring shouting urgently about a fight between the Williams Patriarch's sons. Kaden grabs his phone out of his pocket to call their mother.