The Way Back Home's

Fall Down

Christo closed his mouth.

Milo asked, “Why are so many things floating here? The magic? Seriously?”

Christo instead of answering, still said the same thing. A warning. “You shouldn't be in—”

“You should have answered my question!” sahut Farrell's. “This inn was once managed by my father. You worked long enough with him. But Milo and I, his son, knew nothing about the other side of the inn. What is this place?”

“Other side Eden’s Lodge. Right, it's another world. Dan, right. It's all magic.” Christo gives the answer Farrell finally wants. “You shouldn't be here. If Denise finds out, Milo and Libby not only can't escape her influence, but even the lives of the three of you will be in danger

“Wait a minute! I need to digest this,” Milo said. “Libby and I are in his influence? Whose influence? What influence? Why just me and Libby?”

“Why is Denise dangerous? Who is he exactly?” added Farrell.

Christo could not answer. He saw Denise enter the room with two large men. Farrell turned around. He had seen these two big men in the dining room. Denise seems to not only know them, the two men apparently take her orders.

“Try to see them, kids! Apparently they were too excited to go around,” he told the two big men. Denise looked at Farrell and smiled. “You don't deserve to be here. Only those who master magic deserve to enter here. Isn't that right, Christo?”

Christo placed his position in front of the Eden brothers. “Do not worry, I will bring them back to the top.”

Denise shakes. “No, they will come with me.” Denise flicked her finger and both of her subordinates advanced. “Jim, Joe, catch them! You can use a little violence. I have to speak from heart to heart to them and also their uncle.”

“No!” sahut Christo's.

Jim grinning, “Soaring, small!” Jim pushed Christo's shoulder. It was a slow movement, but the effect was much more than it seemed. Christo's body was hit by a strong wind. He plunged backwards for several meters and stopped after crashing into the wooden chair. Seeing that, Farrell and Milo could only be flabbergasted.

Just briefly.

Because next, Joe, the guy with the moustache, came to them. Farrell gasps. He pushed Milo away. Joe's hand failed to catch any of them. Of course Joe did not stop just like that, even laughing amusedly. Maybe for him it's like a game. Joe decided to go after Milo.

Jim is approaching Farrell. Farrell looked around the room trying to find help. However, it seemed that the guests of the inn were already used to seeing this sort of thing. Instead of helping or sympathizing, they laugh. Farrell suddenly felt like he was on a variety show with himself as the lead role of — victims.

Denise sighs. His two subordinates circled around the table like a child. That ridiculous pursuit must be stopped immediately. “Milo, aren't you supposed to help me find something? Be a good boy and come here! Now!” her door.

Hypnotized, Milo stopped suddenly. His eyes were no longer focused. Body sculpting. Joe chuckles. He approached Milo and caught his arm without any resistance. Then, he pulls Milo towards Denise. Milo walked slowly without protest.

New problems are coming. Joe joined Jim. Farrell knew clearly he had no chance to run, not from two people, let alone with such a large body, and probably mastered magic.

“He was not under the influence of magic. Just make him faint and bring him here!” denise's orders.

“Beres, mistress!” Jim grinned.

As Farrell felt helpless, he saw a small white figure hovering above. Gizmo, the owl, flew over. He's passing low. Reflexively, Jim and Joe lowered their heads to dodge. Farrell immediately ran away.

“You're not going anywhere, Farrell!” exclamation Denise.

Farrell regretted looking back at Denise. He saw Denise reaching out to him. A wave of black smoke appeared in his palm accompanied by a hissing sound. As if alive, the smoke clumped and shot at him like a javelin. If not immediately dodged, the attack would have hit him. But, Farrell suddenly felt his body. He was pushed away. He knew he had fallen to the ground. When she turned to see what had really happened, she felt blood splashing down her cheeks.

“Christo?” Christo stood in front of him. Farrell does not really understand the incident, which is certain Christo managed to keep him from danger. “Christo!” get Farrell. There was fear in his heart that Christo was hit by the attack in his place.

Christo did not answer. His shoulders went up and down as if he was panting.

“Hei—” Farrell has not finished his sentence. He heard another hissing sound. The hissing sound was just as he had heard with Denise's attack.

“Running!” exclaim Christo.

Christo turns around and pulls Farrell's arm, a coercion for Farrell to follow him. Christo ran to the back of the dining room. Farrell had no choice but to come along.

They're not alone. Farrell looked back. Denise's attack was behind her. Fortunately, this attack only formed a straight line. Denise had to accept that her attack hit the wall when they turned. Jim and Joe are behind him. Their distance is not far away. The two people were quite agile compared to their body size.

Farrell faced the front again. He saw Christo not far in front of him. However, in the darkness of the passageway, it was a little difficult to see it clearly. Just a fluorescent green suit helped him follow the escape route. The hallway in front grew darker. The light of the lights began to lag far behind them. The light can only be obtained from the right side where the window stretches along the hallway.

Every now and then, there are attacks from behind. True to Farrell's guess, the two men can also magic. A concentrated wind flurries approaching. But the attack always missed. Farrell believes that Denise was behind him, the attack must have been targeted. Fortunately, Jim and Joe were not good at aiming.

Christo left the hall and turned right for a while, then left. Farrell was still following behind him. However, it won't be long until he loses Christo. This hallway is pitch-black. Farrell can't even see his hand. As his hearing sharpened, Farrell heard the sound of a baby's little laugh and a gentle breeze on the right side. There was a sound on it. Then, the sound of a slow click was followed by a faint crackling sound in the distance.

Next, Farrell felt his floor turn into a sharp derivative. Legs slipped. He also lost his balance. His hands clenched, trying to reach around. But only air managed to enter his grasp. His skin felt a chill coming from below. Farrell resigned, allowing himself to fall into darkness.