The Mesh That Binds, Part One: Flowers for Jeremy

[Gildarts]

"He did it again, what is he thinking!" Molly's youthful voice squeaked as she roamed the streets of ambrosia with her nose inches away from her cellphone screen. It featured Karl Jak's Dante's Abyss! What was this, the third time Gil had entered? Still his voice had sounded odd on the phone. He'd grown distant lately, or had he always been that way?

Anyway, Miss Molly wasn't allowed to leave Ambrosia for a while after sneaking out to the beach party across the Omniverse, so she made herself useful and hacked some fat cats in Coruscant and gave the money she'd earned to the secret orphanage she'd set up- but that was a tale for another time.

Molly was near the edge of the great forest that made up this verse, strolling still and not watching her step as a pale green fog oozed from the bundle of trees. There was... something of a creaky groan joining the sickly fog that the youth, still had yet to see even though now her phone screen cast itself on the hue of mist.

Thicker still, it began to claw closer into the streets of Ambrosia and flood the town with the scent of rot and decay.

"Please..." a weak, faltering voice called out from the mist, "Won't someone please... Help me?"

Molly's ears perked and suddenly she realized she was shrouded in emerald fog and it's putrid scent clung to her nose. Quickly she brought up the hem of her shirt and resembled a ninja as her eyes narrowed, "Who's there? I'm not afraid of you, swamp monster!"

"I mean you no harm angel, please help me." The disembodied voice continued.

Angel? Such a word was curious, but less so in the Omniverse. "Where are you?" Molly said, deciding to take up the cause yet still clutching the phone.

"Here." The voice, once a vague shadow became sharp, as though congealing into shape. The fog twirled back into the shape of a cyclone just at the feet of Molly, who had turned thirteen years of age in the coming time. Below her was a slender woman covered in vines, yet something was not as it seemed.

Meanwhile Ambrosians had noticed the eerie decent of color protruding their line of sight, a battle horn was blown and Molly was calling, "Help! Help! Is anyone around? This woman, she's... she's..."

Only two ears in all of Ambrosia keen enough to hear.