We didn't have any time to worry about where Hope or Jordan went. This was an idea that Sonja couldn't seem to understand. It's not her fault, she's a worrier. She worries about everything. It's her job in the team. It keeps her wholesome.

Sonja was mumbling by my kitchen window. "I wonder if they're okay," She let out, and then she started silently praying to herself again.

Tucker sighed, trying not to worry about her, and then glared back at the Deviser. He had woken up.

He had actually woken up a while ago, and he didn't look scared like I thought he would. He was more angry looking with his dark eyebrows arched, and his pale face all red. He even mentioned a few times how furious he was that he couldn't see his masterpiece in action.

I wanted to punch him in the gut, but Tucker, Wag, and I decided that it would be better to save force till later.

We had to figure out where the last crypt had been hidden by them. Or so we thought it was they last crypt.

"Try your best at torture!" The Deviser yelled. His eyes had an angry glint to them, almost inhuman. I was curious how much influence Mianite had on him. "I'm Mianite's second hand man. I've been trained to hold in information first."

"Mianite's got to hard of a grip on his soul," Wag answered. "He's given blood and an oath to a god. Nothing makes a man brake a cosmic rule."

My anger was bubbling to the surface now, and everything - almost anything - was making me snap at this point. Something about this world was making everyone insane.

I quickly grabbed a dagger from my counter and held it to Deviser Gaines' throat. "You sure nothing will make him talk."

"YES!" Wag screamed out quickly. "Good god man have we all lost our minds!" Wag grabbed the dagger from my hand, his fingers digging into my wrist. Her threw the dagger to the ground, his face twisted in a mix of fear and disgust.

Tucker stopped to stare at me. He placed his sword that he was getting back on the table.

"What happened to the old team that used to solve puzzles and save innocents from monsters!" Wag continued to say. And then he slowly tried to calm himself down, which seemed to be a lot harder than expected. "He's a mortal. Some rules are written in fate, and you can not brake it. Sort of like how a mortal can not brake warding. Only a god can brake warding-"

"Guys!" Sonja interrupted Wag from his tangent. She leaning so far out the window that she could have fell out. I was about to make fun of her but then I realized she was looking at something. She then pointed to my yard. "There's someone coming."

Tucker was the first to get curious - or protective, and he walked over to the window. The Wag who was definitely just curious. Then - even though it would have been a perfect moment to get some information out of the Deviser - I walked over to the window.

Slouching down on the windowsill, I peered out to the path. My path led up pretty far, almost to the farm, but the trees covered up the path from eyesight. Even though I could see a figure sauntering down the path.

It was the man. It was Mot. Neither Andor nor Martha were following. He must have found it in himself to come over our way. He had a nice shade of green in his blonde hair, like paint had been dumped on the middle of his head. A few freckles around his oddly small nose, and big blue eyes - just like everyone else in Ruxomar.

And instead of stopping to look for someone else. He came to us for a chat.

How polite. I thought. Something that an alter ego of me would never do.

That. A thing you might have forgotten. He is my alter ego. I remembered though, because I always wanted to meet him. Who wouldn't want to meet another them? Not a past life, or a present life, but a now life.

As soon as I heard the name Mot come out of Martha's mouth I knew I was in the same universe as my alter ego, and I didn't blow up, which was also a good thing.

He opened the door like he owned the house himself. I wanted to be mad at home but I couldn't! He had so much damn swagger!

His studded boots tracked dirt onto my wood floors. His jeans were black and ripped, and so was his t-shirt.

Mot squinted his blue eyes at Gaines, and the silence was broke with him saying. "Won't get much out of him. God's powers are pretty strong."

A smirk curved on my face. "Not a strong as Dianite though, right?"

The mood in his eyes shifted, and some more wrinkles formed around his nose and eyes. They showed the little marks of age and experience. He had to be at least twenty eight. "You have no idea," Mot said slowly.

Gaines just rolled his eyes, and I'm pretty sure if Mot would have saw he would have thrown a knife in his face.

Mot turned around to glare down Gaines a little more, and Tucker, Sonja, or me didn't get involved. Mot knew how to deal with Gaines on a personal level. He had the hatred in his eyes of a long grudge, both of them.

"Which crypt does your God have his greedy little hands on this time?" Mot asked, not expecting an answer. Better than anyone, a follower of Dianite would know that you never brake a vow to your god.

Gaines glared at the ground, one eye full of anger and the other on the brink of crying. I remember me on the night that Dianite almost made me kill my friends. The night the my friends killed a God for me. I couldn't move, when I tried to grab tag bow, and it felt like my soul had been ripped from my body when I finally did. Mianite's hold on Gaines must have been even stronger.

Mot shook his head, and then showed our difference. Every alter ego has one thing that made them different from the other. Mot could show care. Compassion was easy to him. Me. I had the old habit to stomp out my feelings like a bug. That's how you survived in our dimension.

"She's gonna save you Matt." Mot said, his voice being as caring as I had ever heard someone speak. He wasn't faking how sorry he felt for the man, just truth. "She's been looking for you, ya know. And I know you can hear in there, and I want you to know to hang in because she hasn't given up on you-."

"You wouldn't know what she wanted," Gaines mumbled out.

Now me. I would have slapped Gaines right there and then. I really felt like doing it, but for the sake of my alter ego I decided not to. It was his dimension first.

Mot grabbed a beer from my cabinet, like he could sniff it out. He popped the cap open, and then gave a second glance to me. "Sorry," he said, and he looked apologetic. "Mind me I've been traveling for a while to get back, and I'm thirsty."

We didn't say anything. Most of us in awe that he was able to get up so quick. Wag was processing all of the questions to ask him like "did you enact the teleportation to here? Did you have go jump the same way most mortals do? Did you quite possibly make a guide book on how to do it?"

Mot had other plans, and broke the silence. "I know where the last crypt is."

Tucker became interested and caught his tongue. "I thought there were only three?"

Wag spoke up. "Air, water, and fire."

"Earth," Mot said quickly, taking a sip of beer. He wanted to be hasty. "You are forgetting the most important." He then sideyed Gaines. "Don't worry Mianite can't get it."

"Why?" Sonja asked, only slightly annoying Mot.

Mot chugged the rest of the beer, and threw it in the trash. "Because my daughter hid it."