After a recent landing, the crew left the Black Plague in order to get used to their now murky and mysterious surroundings. As Captain Oschó left the skyship, he stopped to think about what had happened earlier with the matric guardian. While he fought for control over the ship, Owen and April were forced to battle with only each other. Was that why Owen jumped off, because of how difficult the challenge seemed to prove? Or was it simply because he was not prepared to keep April in danger for so long? Overall, the question was so confusing, that he decided it was best not to ponder about it.

April was now alone on the skyship, crying softly at the thought of what the future might hold, with Owen, as a puddle, slowly evaporating when memories of him were in the minds of his loved ones. However, if the best memory was ever to be touched, visions of him would be projected into the minds of all who loved him, slowly progressing to one final wish to release Owen from his dead body. His spirit would undermine the Earth and create new life, forming new memories, thoughts and life, all powered by the sacred item…    His family Tree.

Trying not to think about the rough times ahead, April marched on, ready to face whatever challenge stood in her path. Eventually, they found signs of previous humans attempting to make a home here. Mossy cobblestone buildings that once must have been beautiful now lay in ruins. Pillars stood weak, some even cracked and crumbled far beyond repair. It was evident that human inhabitants were definitely not meant for this overgrown swamp. Clearly they were not in the right atmospheric area either judging by all the fog, dead corpses, now skeletons, and the eerie silence that had fallen upon them.

Suddenly, the ground shook. Captain Oschó saw a gigantic hill slowly moving closer to the group, rumbling as it came. It had sensed their arrival. 

When the Captain turned round, he saw no April…