Cyril quickly left Hemrinos in a fit of pain and madness. He had to be quick, he couldn’t have someone stealing his second wish while he was away. He hoped Emily was enough to deter anyone from taking his wish. It would be most unfortunate for someone to take his wish. That would mean Cyril would have to wait another week in madness, and then violently and remorselessly kill them for making him wait another damned week to test out his cures. But, hopefully he wouldn’t even need that second wish because he would find the right cure this time around. Not that he wouldn’t use that second wish anyway, he definitely would. After he was cured, he would go on a quest to obtain his final transformation once more and bask in his own power and pride. That sounded a bit arrogant, but whatever. Cyril crawled into his ship after whistling. “Ship, initiate Solution Quenya.” Cyril winced in pain. A red gas filled the air and Cyril breathed deeply. Nothing. Nothing except for that damnable voice in his head again. Gah! “To the Pool of Origins!” Cyril proclaimed. His ship took him there and he tossed himself out and into the Pool. Reborn AGAIN.
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