For a brief moment in the vortex,
Edison could see images of what seemed to be of his past. He saw himself handing the Scarlet Piccolo to Angelica, and her playing it by the ocean. He then saw the pirate ship invading Hollowmill, and a man presumed to be the captain step out of it. The images soon vanished, and Edison landed on a circular platform. His whole body was aching heavily from the fall, but nonetheless, he stood up and examined his surroundings. The entire room was shaped as an oval, and on the wall in front of Edison hung a painting of an old woman. She had pale skin, a long nose, and grey hair tied back in a bun. “Could this be the Eccentric Old Lady I have been told about?” he spoke softly. “You’ll soon find out, won’t you?” cackled an old woman’s voice. “Are you the woman from my dream?” Edison looked up, startled. “Perhaps I am, perhaps I’m not.” the voice responded. The woman in the painting disappeared. She soon reappeared in the oval-shaped room, and floated in the air. “What exactly am I supposed to sweep?” Edison asked sarcastically. The woman ignored him and began to spin around in a circle. After four spins, her appearance was altered completely. Her skin glowed uncannily with a shade of turquoise. She was dressed in a gown that was a contrast between mauve and cream. Edison approached the old lady, but stopped when her eye pupils turned blue. “What…what exactly are you?” he asked, now frightened. The old woman spoke with conviction. “Why so scared my love? I am only an eccentric old lady. I couldn’t possibly mean any harm to you.” She then spread both of her arms out, and the room filled with black sparkles. It seemed to become much darker, as the torches surrounding the room were put out. A broomstick appeared below her, and she encircled Edison while she flew around in it. “This is it…the final challenge…” he whispered.
A few moments later, he opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of Harpstring Manor. Nothing appeared unusual. However, something made him look down at the ground, where there lay a shiny red key.
Edison picked it up and studied it carefully. Just as he did this, it vanished into thin air. “Is this another one of my dreams?” he gasped. He took another look around, and everything seemed normal. He readjusted his sword and shield, and set off down the ’s trail. Deepwind Mountain
In the main over world, a strange looking caravan was parked next to a river. It was filled with all kinds of mysterious masks and costumes.
Edison noticed a realistic statue inside of it, its eyes glaring at him. “That’s pretty creepy.” he commented. Taking a walk by the river, he saw a mask floating around in it. “How did that end up in there?” he asked. He bent down to get a closer look at it, and stuck his hand inside the river in an attempt to grab it. The sound of rustling came from a bush behind him. While he fished for the mask, the same person from his dream in Harpstring Manor rose from the same bush wielding a sledgehammer. The figure moved ever so softly without as much as a peep. It raised the sledgehammer up, and it came down on Edison’s head. The figure spoke. “The Mummy of Tomorrow here at last, enter my lair, a world so vast…”