The members of the church finally return home, but a lot happened on that final day on the island and one pink-haired girl ends up in a lot of trouble.

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Previous story: Like Clockwork AT 05:10 - Festival of the Currents“Whoah, you guys look like zombies,” Dawnyte remarked as she arrived at the bungalow shared by the members of the church again right around sunrise. After all, today was the day of the festival!
“You wouldn’t believe why,” Estella muttered. She was still busy rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Try me,” Dawnyte said.
“Well…” Bridget started. She then began detailing what had happened on the day before, with input from everybody else along the way. Their meeting with the Empress, the trip to the Temple of Eternal Currents, restarting the Spring of Aeons, and, of course, the reawakening of the Seeress Rylla.
“Wait… so this Rylla is one of the old priestesses?” Dawnyte asked.
“Yep, she is,” Estella said.
“Well, that’s great! Then she can help you guys find the others, right?” Dawnyte said.
“She could have done that,” “if she didn’t,” “immediately sw

Next part: Like Clockwork AT 6: The Eb and Flow of Time P1It was another early morning in the town of Aliglyn. Pellan yawned as he began his daily routine of opening up his shop. Living in a small town he generally didn’t expect many customers, which made him feel comfortable enough to leave the store unattended for the most part. He trusted his fellow villagers not to steal anything and they trusted him to be there whenever they needed him.
    Today, however, was different. Instead of farmer Miller coming in for some of his usual treats or old Gwendolyn nagging him to buy some coffee beans, there were two very unique looking young women that entered his shop.
    Pellan couldn’t help but stare at them for a moment. One of them was pale white like a pearl and the other was made of glass, and the whites of her eyes were black instead.
    “Good morning, sir,” the lady of glass spoke.
    Pellan blinked and bowed his head. “S-sorry… good morning,

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