This is Part 2 of the fan fiction i'm writing for the game Maple Story. If you havent read Part 1, please do so before reading this part :)
The white shimmering robe Sira had woke up in beats against her legs in the fierce wind on the deck of the ship. She clings to the railing and peers over the edge. She wonders how it's possible for them to be floating in the air. No land can be seen below. All she can see is the never ending whiteness of clouds. A feeling of light-headedness passes through her as the ship sways in the wind. What had happened in Perion? She remembers everything being destroyed and brief moments of pain and despair. She thought she was going to die. The man had been there too. He had been taunting her. He wanted her spirit. Had she gone berserk again? She remembers Zenith. She feels a lump in her throat. A hand taps her shoulder gently and she turns around.
"You should be lying down," says a soft concerned voice.
"I needed to get some fresh air," explains Sira.
Sira looks at Valencia. The cleric takes her hand and guides her to a sitting area on the deck.
"How are you feeling?" asks Valencia.
Sira hesitates a little.
"Confused," she eventually answers. "Worried…"
"I'm sure Zenith will be fine," says Valencia, not sure if she believes her own words.
"Did he really kill my father…?" asks Sira not realizing how blunt the question seemed.
Valencia doesn't know what to answer.
"I remember…" says Sira, "feeling very angry. I wanted to kill him. But as soon as I thought of killing him I felt like crying for having such thoughts. I kept telling myself that it couldn't be true. But it is true… isn't it?"
Valencia looks over at Sira. The cleric doesn't know what to say. Zenith had told her and Jaimus the story. She knew it was the truth.
"They want me dead," says Sira, "because of this damn dragon spirit. They want me dead just like my father."
"That's why we are going to Ossyria," says Valencia. "Zenith told me to take you here. You would be safe there. He was worried about you…he didn't want them to kill you."
The floor shakes a little and diverts the attention of the two girls' towards the edge of the ship. The sun breaks through the clouds and glistening white stone towers loom on the horizon. They have arrived in Ossyria.