Chapter 1
Authors note: Ok this is my first fanfic, so please be easy on me in the reviews.
Seven years after the war in the north, we find the sole survivors traveling south, in search of Isley and Priscilla, or in Clare's case; Raki also.
The warrior's come to a stop on the edge of a cliff, looking over a lush forest several kilometers wide, surrounded by mountains.
"Tabitha, how is it?" asked Miria.
'This looks bad.' "Miria, there appears to be a weak warrior fighting several awaken beings a half kilometer southwest of the lake, in a clearing."
"How strong are the awaken ones?"
"Two appear to be about average strength, but the third is more powerful than the other two."
"What!?!" said Helen. "Miria, we have to help her!"
"Helen, go with Tabitha and take out the weak one on the left. Deneve and Cynthia, go and take the weak one on the right. Clare and Uma, your with me, we are taking the strong one. Go" And with that the three teams scattered to there locations.
However they were not prepared for what they were about to see. By the time they got there, the three awakened beings were dead. And, standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by dead awakened ones, was a cloaked figure, wearing a black cloak with the hood pulled over it's head so you couldn't see it's face. And in one hand was a long sword covered in purple blood.
It must have noticed the small party,(even though they were still hidden behind the tree's) because the figure looked straight ahead were Miria was hiding.
Yet when the figure spoke, it wasn't the voice of a women, but a man!
"Did you come to watch the show? Though, if that was your reason, you're a bit late, if that is what you wanted."
'That voice...' Clare's thoughts were interrupted when Miria stepped into the clearing and spoke.
"Who are you?" she asked in an authoretic voice.
"My my, aren't you bossy?"
At Miria's somewhat annoyed/angry look, he spoke again.
"I will not tell you my name, but, if it's a face that you want, will lowering my hood suffice?"
At Miria's hesitant nod, he lowered his hood to reveal short silvery blond hair, and silver eyes. When the other warriors saw this, they slowly made their way into the clearing. Suddenly realization hit Clare. She knew who he was.
"Raki?"
At that name, Miria studied him closer. Helen was taken aback. Deneve just stood there. All the while Tabitha, Cynthia, and Uma let out audible gasps.
Then there was silence. Not even the wind blew. After several minutes of silence...
"Clare?"
To Be Continued...
Authors note: Please R&R. I would like to know if I should continue this or trash it. I would also take your opinions for future chapters if you have any...
