Gem's P.O.V -

The ceiling collapses, and the rumbles are deafening. Fwhip sprints away from the cage, his hand clinging to mine. It's sweaty and shaky. "Fwhip! Slow down!"

He stops, taking my free hand into his grip. His eyes scream how scared he is, but the rest of his expression stays calm and serious. "No. We have to get out here!"

I rip my hands from his, backing away. "No! We have to help Jimmy!"

His face sterns. "We can't help him. Jimmy lost himself ages ago. He's gone."

He grabs my wrist, running off again, dragging me behind him. I turn my head, looking back at the falling rubble and the glass in shards. "C'mon, we have to go!"

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I look back at the fallen site, and Jimmy hasn't appeared from the the broken stone. 

The sun is beginning to set, and storm clouds are beginning to gather in the sky. Wisps of wind are blowing around; bringing a cold breeze across the outer Grimlands. I look over to Fwhip, who's sharpening his sword. "You okay..?"

"I'm fine."

I frown. "That's a lie. You're shaking like crazy."

"It's cold."

I sigh, turning back to the window. Nothing's coming out from him. If I know my brother, he's always closed in, and can be hard to get close to. But I know that behind his 'grim' exterior, he's a really nice guy.

Ever since that night in Rivendell, his people blame him for damage done by Jimmy. It's faltering his ego as an king, but most people I'm the Grimlands believe in him as their ruler, fortunately.

I clench my fists. "I'm heading back to the Crystal Cliffs."

He turns to face me. "Oh. Okay, have a safe journey."

"Don't work to hard, okay?" I give him a side-ways smile. "You stress too much."

"Alright."