The Ticket Master 15

DIALOGUE

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TM: Sign? … How? With what?
~Sentinel jumps forward suddenly, swiping her claws across TM’s shoulder~
TM: Ahhrg! Sentinel! What the!?

Sentinel: Just need a little ink, dear one…
~Of it’s own accord, the blood welling in TM’s wounds springs forth to splatter against the parchment. Which rolls up before the ‘signature’ is dried. ~

Sentinel: It is done. I must leave you now, Gatemaster.
TM: What about my shoulder? And what exactly am I supposed to do? On that matter, I hardly know anything about this… this Feeble Arena! I still need your help!

Sentinel: Don’t worry about anything. You will know what to do when the time comes.
~Sentinel disappears from sight, fading in to white. ~
~TM glances down at his shoulder once more, his wounds, once again, are miraculously healed.~
TM: Healed, I should have guessed. … But now what?!

End Of Chapter One

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