After spending several laborious days over their combined spell, Blake Prism and Emeryl watched over the lifeless corpse. He looked exactly like Alan, with his bright purple hair and toned muscles, but wasn't breathing yet.
      "Now we need to put him in there." Prism took the sword from Eric.
      "Shouldn't you put some clothes on him first..?" Bentora suggested.
      "I like her idea." Blake brushed the tip of his nose.
      "Fine, get something real fast then. We can't just let this sit here forever, it'll die without a soul. We worked too hard!" Prism responded harshly, staying next to the lifeless body.
      They rummaged through their belongings and managed to find a pair of Eric's old torn up shorts before he'd taken Alan's clothes. Eric slid them on Alan thankfully, waiting for a horrendously long period of time for them to finally recall Alan.
      "Great, now can we call him back to life?" Prism asked sardonically.
      "Sure, toss me the orange one." Blake picked up the gem himself.
      "Emeryl, Puddle is your territory." Prism handed it to him. Emeryl knelt on the other side of Alan, clenching the gem in his hands.
      Eric handed the sword over to Prism, who sat by Alan's head.
      "This may take awhile. All of you just be quiet and let us concentrate." Prism warned them. They nodded, sitting off by the side of the cave to let the three do their thing.
      The minutes turned into hours as they anxiously waited. It was difficult for them to tell if anything was happening at all. Playing with his finger in the dirt, Eric waited impatiently for them to finish. By him Bentora sat with her legs and arms folded. Leiko wasn't sure whether she cared or not, but everyone else was bent on doing it so she went along.
      Suddenly Prism collapsed, gasping for air.
      "This isn't working..." he panted, holding his belly. Below him the body coughed as well, taking its first breaths.
      "It did work!" Emeryl leapt, immediately slumping back down.
      Alan sat up in a state of shock, glancing at all of them.
      "Isn't this dandy..." Blake muttered indifferently.
      "Alan..." Prism huffed, trying to restore his oxygen.
      "Alan!" Eric lunged at him, tackling the barely living body.
      "Eric? Hey, what?" his purple eyes blinked several times.
      "Alan! You're back!" Eric hugged him. Just as dazedly Alan wrapped his arms around Eric. Everyone sat around, mostly not sure what to say, staring around at each other and trying to think of something to do.
      "It's over..." Blake finally murmured quietly.
      "But we just got Alan back." Eric replied.
      "Yes, so? Personally, I don't care to go live with Prism at his shop and there's no way in hell I'm staying at the monastery." Blake wrinkled his nose disgusted.
      "I see... we're all going our own ways now..." Emeryl lowered his head.
      "Hey." Prism laid his hands on Emeryl's shoulders, "We live in the same city. And I'm sure Alan and Eric will at least visit."
      "But where's everyone going to go?" Emeryl whimpered, strangling Prism in a hug.
      "I don't really have a home. I guess I can roam wherever I want to." Blake smirked.
      "Same here." Bentora nodded.
      "I thought you two hated each other?" Prism managed to pry Emeryl off his lungs.
      "We do." They both answered.
      "And Leiko?" Emeryl queried.
      "She's my little sister. I'll take care of her." Blake concurred to take full responsibility.
      Though Blake shocked him, Prism consented if Blake dependably cared for her.
      "Alan?" Eric shook Alan all the way awake.
      "I feel dirty." He started wiping off his skin.
      "That's just you're adjusting to the body. We had to make it out of dirt." Prism explained.
      With a light inclination Alan continued wiping himself off.
      "Alan? Where are we going?" Eric asked.
      A soft, delicate smile creased Alan's face, "I think it's time we finally go home."
      "But... Cervik..." Eric blinked.
      "No, Cervik wasn't our real home." Alan shook his head, "I'll explain on our way there."
      "Alan, you never said anything about this." Prism responded curiously.
      "I was never stuck inside a sword before. Besides, I have Eric back." Alan answered.
      "And you're not going to tell all of us? After everything I've done for you!" Blake feigned disdain.
      "Wait, you all want to hear about this? You've hardly just met me." He glanced around at Blake, Leiko and Bentora.
      "Just met? We've been dragging your swordbutt around for weeks now!" Bentora spat.
      "Emeryl said you were nice." Leiko shrugged.
      "I don't really care, but I'll listen to any dirt on people." Blake crossed his arms over his chest.
      "I want to know!" Emeryl begged.
      "Stop it! Don't crowd me, I'll tell you..." he slid away from them.
      "Don't forget the details." Blake reminded him.
      "Alright, just give me a minute, I still feel dirty." He wiped off his arm.