Nuriko showed me the ruins of what once had been her home. If one had not known that this was a building made by the hands of man, one would have thought it to be a strange jumble of rocks. There was no order to the way the boulders and stones had placed themselves. The vegetation had begun to grow at odd angles from the stones. This caused the local folks to fear the place, some even claimed they had seen strange creatures walking in and around the place. I was nervous, for my hostess seemed very strange herself. She seemed to be constantly talking to some unseen person, arguing loudly about something with some unseen person or persons, but the minute she thought I might hear, Nuriko would cease talking and walk away to begin a new search. We were searching to the tomes that complied Aeric Horn's Library. Nuriko was sure it was somewhere in the ruins of this place. What service this spot had served in better days was unknown to me anyway. I was being to question my own sanity. Dealing with Nuriko had proved extremely tiring. She had insisted that Aeric's Horse be allowed to had a free rein and travel as he wish. By doing this, she felt that Aeric's Spirit would be with her on her quest to locate those tales he had written into books. The story here , is this, Aeric had those tomes with him as he fled back to the Valley of MYTH from the gates of Luna. He was very ill and most likely his mind was not clear, and he was reacting to the fever that held him in its grasp From what Nuriko had been able to piece together from the difference versions of the event, Aeric had tried to get Ginsu and himself to the Valley of MYTH, and seeing that he would fail at that, hid his stories somewhere on the way. They both knew they were dying and both wanted to die in MYTH valley. The rumor was that they wanted to find a secure place to hid those tomes of tales. And they wanted to be where MYTH had started. I had agreed to ride with Nuriko on this her last ride. What she planned at the end of it I had no knowledge. If I had, I would have stopped this madness. As we rode, Nuriko told me of how she and Aeric became so close. , Of how she found him nearly drowned in a rain swollen stream. He was in full armor, and because of that, could not keep his head above the water. Of her laughter as she tossed him a rope and pulled him out, commenting that he looked much like a half drowned fox. With all that red in his hair and beard. she told of how she seemed to know they were connected, their mothers were sisters. She could see the resemblance in his face as he slept. He looked just like her youngest brother. After this, Nuriko rode ahead in silence, the Hood of her cloak pulled tight over her head. I suspected she was crying, she cried often these days.