"Go conjure a few shelves. We're out of room." He ordered his apprentice.
      "No problem, sir!" the apprentice rushed to the back room, bearing the same traditional blue cloak as the wizard. Tucked under the shoulder pads was a baby blue cloak with two skewed lines decorating both sides, along with a yellow swirl at the bottom. In a strange way it matched the lime green he always wore with the orange gem shining in the middle of it all, making him a very colorful person. But in no time the gems light darkened as a stack of books hid its presence.
      Cautiously, he carried the overload of books towards the back room.
      "Need some help?" a voice offered.
      Glancing around the pile, Prism noticed the familiar shape stalking his doorway.
      "Alan!" he yelped, surprised, "How'd you get here?"
      "I hitched a ride with Sapphire. By the way, he says hi. How's the kid doing? I see your shop's great." Alan strode in. Carefully, Prism set the books on the desk.
      "We've been good. He's a good kid. You need to stop by more often. I'd still like to hear the news." He answered wearily.
      Hesitating before answering, Alan seriously answered, "Actually, I came to say bye. I'm going back today, I wanted to see you again before I left."
      "Really? Back to Piri-Piri? That's a long way off!" Prism excitedly replied, "That place is great! Can you get me some herbs while you're there? I need some..."
      "No! I mean I'm going back!" Alan objected.
      "Surely you don't mean..." Prism's voice hardened.
      "Cervik." Alan stated plainly.
      "You can't go there!" Prism retorted.
      "Why not?" Alan asked.
      "It's too... you'll be killed! It's undead territory now!" Prism responded coldly.
      "No!" Alan twirled around, facing him; "I'm not going to live forever! I have to go back, I'll never be more ready! Don't try to talk me out of it, I've been training for ten years for this. I'm going back for Eric, I just want to say goodbye before I leave."
      Scrounging frantically through his books, he pulled out an old blue one, "You're not going alone..." Prism whispered hoarsely, then shouted to the back room, "Hey! Kid! I'm leaving for awhile! You're in charge until I get back!"
      Pivoting, Alan marched out the door and headed for the church. Seconds later Prism was on his tail, brown pack slung over one shoulder and book in his hand.
      "What made you come?" Alan asked irritably.
      "Someone has to keep an eye on you." Prism answered, tucking the book away into his coat.
      "At least I won't be alone." Alan sighed.
      "Where are we going?"
      "To get a priest first." Alan answered.
      "Are you sure one will be willing to go?" Prism blinked in surprise. No one wanted to go to Cervik. Everyone that went there died and became another of the undead ruling that place.
      "We'll see..." Alan replied.