Misty Meeting

"You called for me."

It was the first time Daughter had ever called for Dasha Pang like this. Xavier was the messenger. The messenger entered his domain while he was expanding his laboratory for larger scale production of Dream Meth. Just yesterday, he received a kilos worth of Dreamweaver's Dust by Charles. The ex-Templar, when given a vision, was fast to work. Lucky too as the top floors, forty-one through fifty, were spawning Oneiroi, the personified entities of dreams. The quality of Dreamweaver's Dust was second to the gods of dreams and Dasha was beginning to adjust his production accordingly.

Daughter should have known that, so why interrupt him? He was admittedly agitated as entered her room, an arm inside his gi. On the other end was Daughter, yawning and stretching her arms high in the air. She rubbed her eyes, muttering, "Dasha, you're here. Good, good." Yawn. "I received information regarding Gate 13. I thought you might want to know."

Tomorrow on Monday, Gate 13 was going to open. How in the world did she already have information?

"One of our girls overheard Brigid and Toth in the House of Wisdom discussing it. Architects, as stringent as they can be, can be quite loose with their lips."

'The people employed at Valhalla's Gate, the House of Wisdom, and the Heavenly Tower were all called Architects. Although, interestingly enough, he had not seen an Architect for the Heavenly Tower yet. 

His mind flash-backed to the first time he arrived. He heard a voice. He heard a man calling himself Cain. Perhaps…

"There are some gates that repeat and carry over from previous games," Daughter explained. "This is one of those. In fact, this is one you should be familiar with."

"...the Silent Forest?"

A nod. Daughter crossed her legs and arms and flicked her Ankh earrings with her index finger. "The redwood of the Silent Forest is of exceptional mystical energy. Because the gate only lasts for a month, it is a very lucrative resource. But that's only half its importance. Have you heard the rumours?"

Dasha read about the Silent Forest in Giovanni Bruno's journals. Other than a detailed analysis on the quality of wood alongside a research partner that specialized in blacksmithing, he found nothing on the main objective. Remarks and theories were written but they were unfounded. Dasha shook his head.

"They say the creators of the Heavenly Tower specially built this gate," Daughter said. "And due to that, no one has ever completed this gate. Not even those of the Golden Generation. The will of the Heavenly Tower wishes for only the chosen. Whatever treasure is inside may be useful to our mutually agreed contract."

"You want me to figure out that which the entire history of the Heavenly Games could not?"

Daughter smiled and laid on the bed sideways, hand supporting her head "You have a head start. I hope you don't disappoint."

Dasha closed his eyes. "It is not a matter of whether I can. I will. But I require eyes. Stories. Whispers. If hundreds of theorists before me could not figure it out there must be a reason."

"Why not ask me?" Daughter said, smiling widely.

"If you had something useful to say, you would have said it already."

"How mean." Daughter rolled over, yawning. "I'm going to sleep. Talk to Xavier. He'll have more details. Probably."