Smoke tried to get me to shut up before it was out of my mouth, but it was too late. Shade turned to us and smiled, waving, before vanishing in the smoke.
A few of the terrified villagers started staring at me. Instantly whispers started up and the faces turned angrier and angrier. "She did it." "She is an accomplice." "She helped him." With each word the villagers got madder and madder. "The diamond is gone!" That was the final straw for the villagers.
The angry mob charged after me and I ran, Smoke at my heals. I ran in between buildings and ran into a random home.
I heard the mob run by and glanced out the window.
"It is nice to have company, but may I ask what you are doing here Miss?"
I spun around frightened, and Smoke crouched to the ground and growled.
The man looked down at Smoke and grinned, "Well hello there Smoke. It has been a while."
Smoke relaxed and sat down, saying, "Hello Mythos."
I looked quickly between the two and said, "I hate to interrupt, but who is this, Smoke?"
She grinned at me and said, "This is the Relic, Mythos. He came from your world and is the only one who knows how to get back." She turned to the man and I stared at him. It was true, he wore clothing that I was used to. He wore a buttoned down shirt and jeans. I had never been so glad to see a common item like that.
Mythos rose his right eyebrow and whispered, "From your world? Girl, are you from…Earth?"
I nodded and said, "I fell from the sky in the forest of living metal. Smoke found me and is helping me get back. Do you know how to get back?"
He nodded solemnly and said, "Yes. You need to have a shard from the Glass Mountains, a tear from a dragon, and the diamond of the forest. Then find me and I will tell you how to leave."
A loud noise came from outside, and Mythos said, "You better hurry out of here before the mob comes. Here have this." He handed me a map that had an incantation on the back.
He pushed us toward the backdoor. Just as we reached it, I asked, "If you know how to get back, why didn't you?"
He looked sad and said, "That is not a story to tell. Good bye and good luck."
And with that he pushed me out of the door.