Virgil

Name: Virgil (Yes, that is my name)

Pronouns: He/Vee/zey/ix/them

Age: 20

Sexuality: Asexual

Romantic orientation: Gay Aro-spec

Gender: Trans Bxy

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Welp. That's the end of it I guess.

All I saw was pitch black. Nothing. Just left with the stupid thoughts in my own head. I could feel nothing. I could hear nothing. It was all gone.

I had decided to duck out, to leave.

I don't belong there anyways. With them. Or with anybody.

I wasn't "bad" enough for the others and wasn't "good" enough for the core three. What good is a side that doesn't have a place.

It's not like it mattered anyway, both sides were set on hating me and it's not like I can move out and find new people or something. It's not like we're real anyways.

The darkness felt a bit suffocating. The quiet was deafening and I didn't really like not being able to move.

Where was I? Where do you go when you duck out?

I suppose real people ask the same questions about death. In a way, I guess this was my own death.

Almost. We obviously can't truly die, but it's the closest we can get.

There's a part of me that always wanted to be apart of something, but everytime I tried it was useless.

But, you know what, I don't care anymore. I'm gone and that's that. I quit and they can't do anything about it.

I wasn't sure how long I was gone for, but it was definitely hours before they even realized that I wasn't there.

Not to mention the fact that they had to be convinced to even want to look for me.

Sometimes I wonder if the only reason I was accepted was because Thomas needed me and not because they actually cared.

Right before I came back, in the darkness, I felt a sort of pull. Like a magnet, pulling me up.

Eventually I heard the voices of everybody else in my room. Why did they all have to come here?

Why'd they even show up? To confirm that I was gone and to joyously celebrate about it?

Sup. I'm lowkey bored and kinda wanna roleplay.

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An angsty prinxiety roleplay would be nice XD. If ur not afraid of angst, hit me up

Would love a roleplay that's a prinxiety roleplay, but the other sides still play a role in the plot. I can't do straight romance 24/7 for the life of me.

(This takes place right after the sides sink out in the new episode)

"And don't worry, I'm brainstorming date ideas! Ya know, it's been long enough, I believe the carnival's coming back to town!"

The prince sunk out with a cheery grin, hearing Thomas say something about not being able to ride those rides like he used to or something.

Roman had other things on his mind, so he didn't pay much attention to what Thomas said.

Roman popped up in a hallway with six doors. He spotted Virgil heading to his room, as usual.

Roman ran up to him, "Wait for me, my emo Eurydice!"

Virgil rolled his eyes a bit at the musical reference and looked back at Roman.

Before Virgil could speak, Roman put a hand over his head as if dramatically fainting, "You turned around!"

Virgil looked at him, confused, "... You.. Do realize that that's not how the story goes right?"

Roman put his hand down and pouted, "I know that!" His expression lightened again as he grabbed Virgil's hand, "When can we tell them, Virgil? Oh, I so badly want to tell the others about us!"

Virgil hesitated, "... I don't know.. "

Roman sighed, "What are you so afraid of? I thought we fixed all this."

Virgil glanced away from Roman, "Yeah, we did, with Nico and Thomas."

Roman gently squeezed Virgil's hand, "But how about us? Love is about taking chances, Virgil!"

Virgil pulled his hand away.

Roman put his hand out for Virgil to take, "Will you take the chance with me, my dear of darkness and tell the whole world about our love?"

Virgil thought for a moment, not looking at Roman. He hesitated for a moment before sighing, "I.... I guess we could.. Tell the others."

Roman smiled bright as Virgil grabbed his hand. Roman cheered, "Finally, everyone will know of us!" He kissed Virgil's hand.

Virgil rolled his eyes playfully with a small smirk on his face. He immediately froze, seeing Janus at the end of the hallway looking at them.

Virgil pulled his hand away from Roman and rubbed the back of his neck, anxiously, "... Nevermind."

Virgil began to walk towards his room.

Roman's smile dropped and he followed him, "Nevermind? What do you mean "nevermind"?" He stopped, seeing Janus as well. Roman glared at him.

Janus rolled his eyes and walked over to the two. He spoke sarcastically, "You guys were not painfully obvious at all."

Virgil opened his room door and was just about to step inside before Janus glanced at him, "Virgil, ashamed are you?"

Virgil stopped in the doorway, still not facing either of them. He asked, confused, "Ashamed of what?"

Janus glanced at Roman then back at Virgil slyly, "Was that really why you left us?"

Virgil glared at Janus, "What? No, you know that's not why I left."

Janus continued in his deceitful tone, pretending to be oblivious, "it's not?"

Virgil continued, "you know it's not. What is your deal?"

Roman crossed his arms, agreeing with Virgil, "Yeah, what is your deal Mr. Two Faced?"

Janus rolled his eyes, "I'm just saying, Roman, you deserve better than that." He glanced at Virgil then back at Roman, "What if he only used you to become a light side?"

Roman gasped, offended, "Virgil would not do that!"

Janus replied, "Then tell me, Roman. What is it you know about Virgil's past?"

Roman glared at Janus, trying to find an answer, but he had no answer.

~~~~~~~~~~~A week before patient 35~~~~~~~~~~

"Patient 34, do you know what you're in here for?"

The patient replied, almost amused, "You think I've gone terribly insane."

"We found you asleep in your storm cellar after the neighbors reported seeing you run around in a panicked state."

The patient responded, "There was a tornado, how else would you want me to respond? It was the biggest tornado I've ever seen."

"Right. Sense you've got here, you've refused to tell us your name. Could you please tell us?"

The patient snickered, "Fine, you'll probably figure it out either way. Janus is my name."

The nurse wrote something down on a clipboard, "Your face, it has a mark on it, is it some sort of birthmark?"

Janus shrugged slightly, "You could say that."

The nurse nods, "Alright, Janus, could you tell me about the hallucination you had?"

Janus grinned as if the nurse was joking, "Hallucination? How dystopian this hospital is! Acting like nothing's wrong when, in reality, you all know the only reason we're in here is so you could control us! Don't want the "crazy" people roaming around, so let's lock them up instead! So what, rather than seeing if there actually was a tornado, you just call me crazy and stuff me in a dark room?" He chuckled a bit and spoke sarcastically, "Makes so much sense!"

"We investigated your house. There were no signs of any tornadoes in or around the area. But we did find the glass of wine you were drinking from beforehand."

Janus's grin faltered.

"Please, tell us what you saw." Click.

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Someone places a thick envelope on the desk, "I guess there must've been another incident with another patient at the mental hospital. That's kind of odd, right? I wonder if they're related."

Logan grabbed the envelope and took the tape out, "Well, we will find out eventually."

The person nodded and left the room.

Logan put the tape into the cassette player and put the headphones on.

"Patient 34 had a hallucination similar to patient 33, but this time it was a different weather event.

Patient 34's name is Janus. We suspect that he is married to patient 33. They live in the same house and have the same last name. Not to mention, they both are in a small gang. They sell drugs on the streets for money.

Janus's husband was recently taken here after having hallucinations of a large fire, so Janus was alone when he witnessed his own hallucinations.

What he had told us was that it was a rainy day and a very windy day. Janus just got home from doing another drug deal and was relaxing, drinking wine on the couch while watching TV.

It was late at night. The wind was heavy. He could hear the wind screaming as it rushed against the house. And the sound of the rain turned into the sound of rocks falling on the roof.

Janus had glanced out the window, seeing hail fall from the sky. He shrugged it off and continued sipping his wine.

The house creaked with the wind. The clouds slowly turned into a hideous shade of green. The sound of thunder grew more frequent and so did the flash of lightning that filled the sky.

The lights flickered until they entirely shut off, leaving only the sound of hell outside.

Janus took one more sip of his wine before lighting a candle and setting it down on a small table beside the couch.

Janus glanced out the window again to see clouds swirling, like black holes, in the distance.

Suddenly his phone went off with a blaring tornado warning. Janus went to a closet in the hallway and grabbed some boxes and his suitcase.

He quickly started packing important items; clothes, food, pictures, ect. Then he headed towards the back door with his stuff.

Janus quickly opened the door and headed to the storm cellar. The wind grew stronger. He quickly made it into the storm cellar.

Janus mumbled to himself, "Thank god."

He set down his stuff and sat down on the poorly made bed. Janus heard the muffled wind outside.

It was a long night, but Janus managed to get at least a little sleep before he was suddenly woken in the middle of the night.

Janus sat up from the creaking bed of the cellar, the tornado still blaring outside. He could hear the tornado sirens screaming, it's sound being almost drowned out by the sound of wind and lightning.

What had awoken Janus was the sound of cracking and creaking in the ceiling of the cellar. He watched the ceiling, waiting. It's all he could do.

Suddenly the screaming winds turned into a freight train of noise. The ceiling of the cellar lifted just as quickly as the sound started. And Janus found himself being lifted from the ground quickly. He quickly grabbed onto a loose floor board. Planks of wood and debris flew through the air like spears cutting and slicing anything in it's path.

Janus could feel his body being sliced by flying debris. He let out a scream as a large sharp plank of wood pierced into his chest and suddenly it all went black.

Janus woke up in the hospital, with no physical injuries. There was no sign of a tornado in or around the area.

End of recording."

Click.

Episode 1:

Credit to my friend Alice for help with research.

The ocean. Finally, he got to see it himself. The waves rising and falling from the shore. How is it that it looks so calm now and yet, the last he saw of it, it was consuming everything in it's path.

He stared at the sand for a while, waiting for something, anything to prove what had happened. Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder. It was a nurse, "How'd you get out here?"

Virgil glared at the nurse and pulled himself away from their hand. He hissed, "I'm not fucking crazy. I know what I saw."

He looked back at the ocean to a large, dark wave. So big it could swallow a building.

Virgil began to run in the opposite direction, but he could not run fast enough. The wave crashed into him like a wall. Virgil found himself being pushed around and spun in the water, until he hit his head on a rock and it all went black.

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"Virgil?"

"Virgil, are you listening?"

Virgil blinked. He was in a grey room. Virgil rolled his eyes.

"I need you to answer the questions. Was it the same vision or a different one?"

Virgil answered, annoyed, in a monotone voice, "No. It wasn't the same."

"How? How was it different?"

Virgil ran his fingers through his hair, "I don't know, it just wasn't. This time it was just crashing into me at the beach. Can I go now?"

They sighed, "Yes, please don't escape again."

Virgil rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked out of the room.

Click. A recorder was turned off.

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A man sat at a desk, cassette tapes in files filled the room around him in organized rows.

Another person walked in holding a thick envelope, "Logan, we've got a new tape from the mental hospital." They placed the envelope on the desk and left the room.

Logan took the tape out of the envelope and put it into a cassette player. He placed the headphones on his head and listened.

"Patient 35 is our newest. He's our third patient to have similar symptoms, but each time it's a different natural disaster.

Patient 35's name is Virgil. He apparently used to be apart of a gang, the same gang the other two patients with similar symptoms were apart of. Virgil's father didn't know he was in a gang because he would lie and say he had a job and was working. They could barely afford rent and Virgil couldn't find an actual job, so he joined a gang and sold drugs on the street.

We had to press him a bit to get him to speak about what he saw, but we finally got him to speak.

Virgil stated that he was at home and it was lightly raining outside. He watched the rain for a while. The rain seemed never ending. Yet it was peaceful. Lightning struck nearby and apparently the electricity shut off.

The lightning must've struck a power line or something. Virgil's dad lit a candle and put it at the window sill. It was very quiet, except for the slushing of water outside the door and the sound of pouring rain.

The rain had increased, falling like sheets onto the ground.

The water began making it's way under the front door. Virgil's dad went to grab a towel from the bathroom, but by the time he came back with one, the water was to their ankles.

The wind seemed to roar and whistle outside. The house creaked.

Virgil watched as the water outside made it to the window sill. All they could do is watch.

The water coming under the door seemed to pour inside faster. The door creaked and made cracking sounds under the pressure.

Virgil told his dad that they should go upstairs. His dad ran upstairs, expecting Virgil to follow.

But suddenly the door broke open under the pressure and water shot inside through it.

Virgil rushed back down the stairs to see if he could secure the door. The water was loud. He quickly started pushing the door, in attempts to shut it.

His dad must've seen a large wave approaching outside because his dad had yelled his name right before a strong wave seemed to consume the house.

The door swinging open again and Virgil found himself spinning in the water out of his control. He kept getting knocked and pushed until eventually Virgil was under the water.

He could no longer see the door or the walls or even the ceiling or floor. All around him was just a void of black and foggy blue.

It felt like his insides were being torn apart. He could feel a burning, tightness in his chest. Which eventually turned into a sort of calmness.

The feeling of sleepiness overtook him and suddenly it all went black.

He woke up in the hospital. Virgil made these claims of experiencing this storm, but there was never any storm, nor was there any flooding or rain.

He had been taken to the hospital completely dry. No physical signs of drowning despite his unconscious state.

Not even his father could recall this storm.

Once Virgil had woken, he was asked questions and was then diagnosed with psychosis and nothing else, despite his claims that it was real.

An investigator even investigated his house for any signs of water damage or flooding and there was none.

He had another vision today at the beach, but didn't go into much detail. All he said was there was a large wave that knocked him out.

The other two patients had similar experiences. We don't know why. It could be nothing.

End of recording." Click.

Chapter 2:

~In The Dark World~

Small footsteps ran through a strange, unfamiliar terrain. Tears streamed down the little one's face as she ran.

A horde of rats chased behind her. She found herself cornered inside an abandoned building. She screamed with tears, “Daddy!” 

She put her knees up and covered her eyes with her hands.

The sound of metal hitting the rats filled the room, until the shrieking of rats went quiet.

The little girl peaked through her hand seeing a large, tall figure standing before her.

The figure kneeled down, looking at her. His mask scaring her.

She quickly covers her eyes again.

The man tilted his head at her, “Are you rat?”

She kept her eyes covered with her hands as she shook her head.

The man attached his metal pipe back to the canister on his back, “Are your parents dead?”

She shook her head again.

The man slowly lifted his mask off his face.

The little girl uncovered her eyes and looked at the mask on top of his head then back at him, “Scary mask.”

The man looked up at his mask then back at the small child, “It is dangerous here. Not a good place for children. Go where you're supposed to.”

The man stood up and began walking away.

The small child chased after him and pulled on the fabric of his clothing.

The man stopped and looked down at the little girl, “I cannot help you.”

The girl clung onto him, “But the rats.”

The man hesitated before kneeling down. He stared for a moment, debating about what to say, “... Fine. Come with me.”

The man stood back up and started walking again.

The little girl ran in front of him and made a grabbing motion, “I want up.”

The sound of large boulders crashing into buildings filled the air. Debris falling like hail on the unfortunate.

Nurses and doctors scurried around a hospital wing saving and losing lives.

A group of plague doctors were summoned to the hospital wing. A strange case of the black plague was spreading throughout the army.

A tall man stepped inside with a canister on his back and a pipe attached. He wore a plague doctor mask.

The man went to the first patient. It was a soldier who had fallen mid battle, ill with the plague.

The plague doctor began his normal procedure. He proceeded to check the swelling, but stopped when he saw the man's face.

The plague doctor seemed to just stare for a moment as if he recognized this individual. He mumbled a name under his breath.

~Flashback~

“Sevastian, do you ever stop those experiments of yours?” A young man leaned against a wall, watching another.

The other young man, Sevastian, wore a plague doctor mask as he mixed a liquid inside a test tube, “Get out or you will get the plague.” There was a dead rat in a container near the test tube.

The young man laughed a bit, “Not from way over here, I won't.”

Sevastian insisted in a nonchalant tone, “At least put on the mask near the door.”

The young man sighed, “I suppose if it makes you more comfortable. But you're still paranoid.” He grabbed the plague mask that was hanging on a coat hanger near the door and put it on.

Sevastian spoke, “I think I may be close to finding a cure. I may become a plague doctor, like my father was.”

The young man watched Sevastian do his experiments, “I've started training to become a soldier. Maybe our paths will cross one day.”

Sevastian looked at the young man.

The young man chuckled a bit, “You're right, that probably wouldn't be the best thing if you became a plague doctor.”

Sevastian drew his attention back to his experiments.

The other young man kept watching before he spoke again, “Sooo, there's a festival tonight. Are you gonna go?”

Sevastian didn't draw his attention away from what he was doing, “I do not do festivals.Too risky.”

The other complained, “Come on! You never do anything interesting with me. Just this once, please?”

Sevastian sighed, “Fine. But I am wearing this mask.”

The young man responded, hating the idea of that, “What?!”

Sevastian spoke nonchalantly, “That or I do not go.”

The man crossed his arms, “Fine. But promise you will come and you won't just chicken out like last time.”

Sevastian said, “Fine. I promise.”

~At The Festival~

Sounds and lights filled the air. People danced, sang, and celebrated life, never knowing if it will be their last.

The young man was there, dressed in his finest clothing, waiting.

Girls would ask for a dance, but he never gave any interest and refused. Perhaps another was on his mind.

Suddenly a portion of the crowd burst into laughter. The crowd formed a path, revealing what they were laughing at.

It was Sevastian, who had came wearing his plague doctor mask and had a canister on his back with a pipe attached.

Sevastian's breath was heavy in his mask as he looked around at the laughing crowd.

The young man who was waiting suddenly perked up when he saw Sevastian. He walked over happily, “Sevastian! You actually came!”

Sevastian nodded, “Yes. I have.”

The other felt the people around them staring, “Let's get out of this crowd, it's quite claustrophobic!”

Sevastian tilted his head slightly.

The young man grabbed Sevastian’s hand and started running out of the crowd. They stopped just outside the crowd.

The man caught his breath, “There, less crowded. I'm so glad you came! You never come to these things.”

Sevastian stared at him, “I want to-”

He was cut off by the young man, “be safe I know. But you're here anyways!” He put a hand on Sevastian’s shoulder.

Sevastian looked at his hand on his shoulder, “You are not ill, correct?”

The young man gave him a comforting smile, “I am not ill.”

Sevastian looked back at the young man, “Good. I do not want your germs.”

The young man chuckled, “I'm not ill, I swear.”

Sevastian joked, in an unphased tone, “No, but you have cis boy germs.”

The young man laughed, “Don’t you want that amount of testosterone?”

Sevastian thought for a moment before replying, “Yes, keep your hand on my shoulder. Maybe I will gain some.”

The young man kept laughing, which was soon cut off by the sound of screaming in the crowd.

Sevastian took the pipe off his canister and ran towards the screams.

“Wait! Sevastian!” The young man ran after him.

In the crowd, a large group of rats, infested with the plague, started tearing through people.

Sevastian began spraying a chemical at the rats with the canister and pipe in attempts to stop them. But it was not working.

The rats began running towards him and, in response, Sevastian began hitting them repeatedly with the metal pipe. But there were too many.

The young man quickly grabbed Sevastian’s hand and started running as far as they could.

They stopped on a hill. The stars sparkling in the night sky and the moonlight reflecting on the two boys.

The young man chuckled a bit, catching his breath, “Damn, Sevastian, you really beat the shit out of those rats.”

Sevastian caught his breath as well. He looked around making sure the rats didn't follow.

The young man sat himself down on the ground, looking up at the moon and stars,”Well, we could hang out here for a bit. The night is beautiful.”

Sevastian hesitantly sat next to the man on the ground. He kept looking around, the pipe still in his hand. Sevastian was tense.

The young man grabbed the pipe, but didn't take it from him, “Hey.”

Sevastian looked at him.

The man continued in a reassuring tone, “They're gone.”

Sevastian nodded and relaxed, “It appears so.”

The young man nodded in agreement, “Just, relax. You can relax.”

Sevastian sighed, looking him in the eyes.

The young man seemed to yearn for something. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing the beak of Sevastian’s mask, “May I?”

Sevastian hesitated for a moment, “.. Yes.”

The young man took Sevastian’s mask off, “I like looking at your eyes. I rarely get to see them.”

Sevastian's face turned a bit red, still looking at his eyes.

The young man grinned a bit, “And your face.” He put his hand out next to Sevastian's cheek, as if asking permission to touch him, knowing Sevastian did not often want to be touched.

Sevastian took the man's hand and placed it on his cheek, giving him permission to do so.

The young man leaned closer, “Could I kiss you?”

Sevastian answered, “Yes.”

They kissed, a sweet, gentle kiss.

~Back To The “Present”~

The man in the bed heard his name spoken from the plague doctor. He stared for a moment before speaking in a sickly voice, “Sevastian?”

Sevastian looked at the soldier before him in disbelief for a moment before returning to his job in trying to treat him, “I must do my job.”

Screams outside grew louder and began being heard from just outside the hospital wing.

A large swarm of rats ran into the hospital wing.

Sevastian quickly grabbed the pipe from his canister and began spraying the rats with chemicals.

It did not work.

Sevastian suddenly heard the soldier crying out, “Sevastian!”

Sevastian began hitting the rats with the pipe as he ran back towards the soldier.

The soldier was being torn and bit by the rats.

Sevastian tried to hit them away from the soldier. He felt tears in his eyes as he kept hitting the rats.

The soldier suddenly went limp.

Sevastian checked his pulse.

He was dead.

Sevastian felt tears streaming down his cheeks, but he knew he had to keep killing the rats. Sevastian kept hitting the rats, now with more anger and hatred.

Sevastian wept, the goggles of his mask fogging up. He couldn't take it anymore. Sevastian took his mask off, sobbing.

The rats took this advantage to start tearing at his skin. He screamed in agony as the rats ate through his body until his final breath.

The bandits decided to wait til nightfall to continue their plan. In the meantime, they had tied up both Roman and Virgil back to back, making sure they wouldn't be able to escape.

They were both sitting under a tree. The bandits were distracted by the campfire they made.

Roman had realized that Virgil had a map to where the staff was.

This raised Roman's suspicions about Virgil, "How exactly do you have a map to where the staff is? How do you even know about the staff?"

Virgil took a second to think of something, "Thomas told me."

Before Roman could reply, a voice was heard in the tree above them, "Ooo, liar liar. Janus would be proud."

Virgil recognized this voice, but he noticed that he wasn't the only one. Roman also knew this voice. They both looked up in the tree.

Hanging upside down on a branch was Remus, Thomas's intrusive thoughts, with a cheshire cat-like grin on his face.

Roman let out a scream.

Virgil rolled his eyes at him, "Would you stop that?" He looked back up at Remus, "Are you crazy?"

Remus chuckled a bit, "Obviously!"

Roman looked at Virgil then back at Remus, "How do you know each other?!"

Virgil looked at Roman and mumbled, "How do you know him?"

Remus laughed a bit, "Oh, this is interesting. Like that one time I watched a snake eat its own tail!"

Roman began, "Remus is my-"

Remus cut him off, "Evil" twin brother!"

Virgil looked between the two, noticing their resemblance.

Roman repeated, "So how do you know each other?!"

Virgil shook his head at Remus, warning him not to tell Roman.

Remus didn't acknowledge Virgil's warning, "Virgil is one of us!"

Virgil looked at the ground.

Roman looked at Virgil, "You're one of them?! They're trying to steal the staff, is that why you had the map?!"

Virgil looked at Remus, "You told him the plan?!"

Remus never wiped his smile off his face, "Whoopsy! Guess the heart's out of the body!"

Virgil mumbled slightly disgusted by his statement, "It's "the cat's out of the bag."

Remus chuckled, "Tomayto, tomahto!"

Virgil dismissed Remus's comment and looked back at Roman, "Listen, it's not like I want to do it anymore. I don't."

Remus dropped down from the tree, falling head first onto the ground. He put his thumb up, "I'm okay!" Remus stood up, "Wait til Janus finds out you're betraying him! This is juicy!"

Virgil noticed something. The bandits seemed unphased by Remus's presence.

Roman shook his head, "l just started to trust you, Virgil!"

Virgil didn't respond to this. He looked at Remus, "You know these bandits."

Remus smirked, "Interesting accusation. That's right! I do! I bribed them to kidnap you both! They're our key to the staff, Virgil! You can't betray us if we force you to do it!"

Remus clapped with excitement, "Have fun being tied up!" He ran off into the forest.

Roman snapped at Virgil once Remus was gone, "I can't believe you! You tried to gain my trust to get the staff!"

Virgil mumbled, "I did what had to do."

It was now dark enough. The bandits walked over to Virgil and Roman.

One stated, "It's time to get that staff and you're both coming with us."

The others began to untie the rope that was around them both. Though, their wrists were tied behind their backs so they wouldn't be able to fight back. They pulled Roman and Virgil to their feet.

Before taking any steps, one of the bandits pinned Virgil to a tree and held a knife against his throat, "And if either of you try anything, you're both dead."

The other bandits held onto Roman, so he couldn't try anything. The bandit let go of Virgil. The other bandits pushed Roman forward next to Virgil. They all had their weapons drawn behind the two.

They followed the map into the castle, the main bandit ordering Roman and Virgil where to go.

Virgil looked at Roman as if asking where Patton and Logan were. Roman looked just as oblivious as Virgil about this. They got to the throne room.

The main bandit spoke, "It shows there's a room behind the throne. There must be a secret door. Look for a way to open it!" They ordered Roman and Virgil.

Virgil spoke, "How will we open it if we're tied up?"

The bandit came over and untied both Roman and Virgil, "You two try anything, remember, there's more of us than you."

Roman knew where the button was, he looked at Virgil and pointed to it. The button was on the side of the throne. Virgil walked over to it and pressed it.

The wall opened up behind the throne, revealing the staff on a pedestal.

Virgil went over to the staff and reached for it, but before he could grab it, Roman grasped the staff and took it off the pedestal.

Virgil looked at Roman, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Roman answered, "Doing what you couldn't do." Roman waved the staff in the air, releasing a bright orange cloud.

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