This is your home? All the way up here?" Scrap followed the sabear. He drank from his gourd and let out a big sigh of relief. "I like my privacy." He commented. He walked over to a tree and lay back under the shade. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

Scrap tilted his head. Why did Masson drag him all the way up here? What was so special about this man. That he thought he would help him out. He was just an old monk. He didn't even know this temple existed. "Hello, Mr. Holtz!" Someone shouted across the temple. He said nothing but waved to whoever spoke. Scrap looked back and spotted a couple of hikers and a family walking up the trail. "Did we miss the show?" the little one shouted so excitedly.

Syviss sat up. "Not at all my child. Gather around." The little kids shouted and raced over to the grassy lands, followed by their folks. A few other hikers started walking up and taking their seat along flat grassland. Scrap looked around and still questioning what is going on.

"So we shall begin..." He proclaimed. He sat, took a deep breath and began to meditate. Hikers and family clapped and cheered, for they knew what was going to happen. The wind slowly picked up, a gust of wind swirled around the sabear. He opened his eyes slowly and his eyes glowed silver and gold color.

"What the?" Scrap mouthed. Suddenly he felt two big paws gently placed against his shoulders.

"Enjoy the show, my boy." Scrap turned around and spotted a golden copy of Syrviss. He gasped and fell back. The hikers and family laughed but cheered as they spot his magic work. The golden Syrviss let out a big smile. Floated up performed a show for the crowd. Scrap couldn't believe what he was seeing. He pinched themselves to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Even checked the journal, the clock hadn't moved. This was real... He couldn't believe it. "I can't believe this is happening!"

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