Alone

by Daddy's Little Rabbit

Impact, an elf slayer, and Snowfoot, a popori archer, are separated from their group after Impact oversleeps and Snowfoot is unable to wake him in time. The two set out on an adventure to find and rejoin their group, only to gain new friends, scars, and memories. No one ever said it was easy traveling across the land in search of someone, but it sure is fun in the eyes of Impact.

Alone

~Prologue~

"My idea of fear is something you cannot comprehend. Fear is something that happens to you. It pulls you out of your safe zone, it pulls you out of your comfort and it makes you feel powerless in your situation. It's something that builds and it keeps on feeding into one core aspect of making you completely vulnerable. You can't control it whenever it happens. You're powerless. You're completely alone. You don't have any means of getting back to safety. You have nothing. Fear is something that makes you irrational, something that puts you in a state of doing things you would not normally do. Like cry out for your mother. Sprinting towards anywhere, you don't know where, but you're just running as fast as you can; trying to get away, but you know deep down you won't be able to. That's my definition of fear. You're just powerless. ~Cryaotic"

"Wake. Up!" The sound of the snow jaguar's voice echoed throughout the house, finally waking the elf up.

"What's your problem, Snowfoot?" he yawned, slowly sitting upright as he stretched out his limbs.

"My problem is that while you were sleeping, everyone left!" he snarled, pointing out the window that leaked with light. Stumbling, the elf got out of bed and walked towards the window, looking out.

"Well, shit," he grumbled, shrugging his shoulders. "Guess we'll have to go after them."

"Go after them?" echoed Snowfoot, watching as his friend opened the closet door and grabbed something to wear. "Impact, are you hearing yourself right now? They left over three hours ago!"

"Then why were you just waking me up?" he asked, looking back at the popori, who just huffed.

"I've been trying to wake you up for the longest time!" he shot back, crossing his arms in fury. "But you wouldn't wake up!"

"Fair enough, I guess," he chuckled, heading for the bathroom. "Not exactly easy to wake me up anymore."

"Stop acting so calm about this! This is serious!" Snowfoot followed Impact to the bathroom, only to stop when the door was slammed in his face. "Impact, they're probably halfway across the world by now!"

"Impossible, Snowfoot!" replied the elf with a small smile upon his face. "It wouldn't take someone three hours to travel, by foot, halfway across the world!"

"Just shut up and hurry!" The popori grumbled as he paced around outside the bathroom door. Soon, Impact stepped out, dressed in a black t-shirt that had a cross on the shoulder, blue jeans, and black converse.

"Don't get all angry, dude," he calmly said, ruffling Snowfoot's hair. "We'll go the way they were headed. We'll catch up eventually!"

"Do you know for sure, Impact?" Snowfoot questioned with an angry voice. "Do you know for sure we'll catch up to them?"

"I don't," Impact replied, though he smiled as he grabbed his sword. "But it's the chance we take."