With his watch out of order, Oliver had no idea how much time had passed. It couldn’t have been much, but being as restless as he was, even a few minutes felt like too long. So Oliver picked up the journal again to read over the messages from the people in the village again, trying to get an idea of what was going on. All he knew was that there was a village full of people, some of whom he knew and some he didn’t. There had apparently been some demon attack and dead people coming back to life? Oliver closed the book with a little more force than necessary and put it on the ground again.
His head snapped up when he heard Percy’s voice and Oli was on his feet in an instant. “Perce!” he said, feeling relief crash over him like a wave. Seeing a familiar face made him feel more at ease almost immediately. Leaving the journal on the ground he crossed the distance between them and hugged Percy, unable to stop himself. For a moment he rested his head on Percy’s shoulder before he pulled away to look at the other. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”
It wasn’t clear if the other people here knew more than he did. And he had seen Percy only a few days ago, so Percy couldn’t have been in this place for very long, could he? Then again, if Fred was there… “How is Fred here?” Oli blurted out. He still vividly remembered being at the others funeral after the war and he didn’t understand.