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Harker shrugged. "Not really. Johnathan and I we're going to be going on a journey ourselves after our visit. So I've pretty much got everything I'll need." He grimly smiled and nudged his head towards the outside door. "So. Why exactly to that mountain.. may I ask?" He pondered and began to...

Harker nodded and watched Briar leave for a while. He looked over to John and only received a small smile from the boy, until he turned around to see the girl walking back inside with a pen and parchment. He raised a curious eyebrow and slightly stumbled back when he saw the bird that flew in...

Harker grinned and took a map from the small table and got up. Laughing slightly at how small she actually was in comparison to himself. "Positive." He nodded and looked over to John, waving a good-bye to his best friend.  He had no idea what would happen on that journey. But he's glad that...

Harker exchanged a similar glance with Johnny and they both nodded in agreement. "We'd love to help you out.. you know.." Eliot called out. "I'll stay. Someone needs to keep an eye on the kingdom, you know.." John winked and got a strong shove from Harker. "Get the girl damn you. Help me help...

"Nope. Just that it's causing the water down by the beach to completely vanish. And it's also making the people over here be.. well.. over joyed." Harker explained and looked to the girl by the name of Briar. Huh. Pretty name for a pretty girl. "Basically anything along the line of that...

"I'd love some." Harker quickly blurted out and smiled back to the girl. John shrugged and politely declined the kind woman's offer. Harker being harker, began to stuff his face proudly with his affection towards the pasteries. "Thanks." He grinned through a mouthful of cake. "I'm guessing...

Harker snorted as one of the kids knocked John out of his seat. But then soon continued reading and grunted as Johnathan budged his elbow rather roughly. A girl caught his attention, beautiful blonde hair rested on her chest, neatly curling slightly at the tips. And quite honestly, she was...

Harker and Johnathan walked among the happy cheery people. Harker just simply didn't fit in. He was uncomfortable, too tatted, tall, and lanky to be joyful and requesting people to dance. John on the other hand. He was perfectly fitted for it. Though he himself was lanky and skinny, he wasn't...

"John. The closest I've gotten to anything is some kind of voodoo for more water." Harker growled frustratingly. He closed the book with great force and coughed as dust scattered everywhere in tiny clouds. "Maybe we should take a break. It'd be best to do so anyways." Johnathan smiled amusingly...

    "Harker!!" Johnathan wailed as we continued to walk back home. "What John?" He growled in response. "How much longer?" He pouted. "We're already in town, not too long." Harker replied and saw the street name. "See? Almost there." He reassured Johnny and himself. Mostly himself.    Once...

   "you're kidding.." Johnny pouted as he looked to the several tables filled with educated people. "I don't think so." Harker replied, scoffing. "Hello gentleman. Great evening tonight, no?" The waiter smiled. "Yeah, back at you." Eliot quickly mumbled. "Is there anyway you have an ingredient...

  Harker worriedly looked at the empty shores. The beached whales barely moved as the people began to try and push them back into the ocean. Fish were out of water as well, and other animals tried their best to get back into the water they loved. "I don't get it." Johnny pouted. "The shores were...

       A faint knock patted onto the door. "Harker?" Johnathan called. "Yes.. John?" He groaned in a reply. "Can you come with me to return these free three rolls? I feel guilty.." He pouted as he opened the door and peered inside. Harker's cat got down from the rim of the drawing, stretching...

   Harker sighed. The paint lingering onto his fingers and smudged everywhere on his body. But yet pleasingly laid onto the white canvas. The door bell echoed, and he stuck the paint brush between his teeth horizontally, cleaning his hands and walking down the stairs.     His feet pattered...

sorry for the late response, how shall we start