Just because I'm a restless spirit I could not stop writing even when my favorite computer died, and so I return to my old one. This is a side-story to the fanfic NDS that I was currently writing until yesterday when I could not use my computer to get the chapter I wrote Friday. If you haven't read it you probably won't understand anything in this. Just thought I should say that, and this…Go play Terranigma for the Super Nintendo. Fun game with real meaning. The only RPG I ever felt sad about finishing being that the ending isn't the happiest, but yet happy. Or don't. Choices lie in your court.

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In the darkness a cloud of dust settled. The revelation of a beam of light touching the ground through a hole comes when the dust leaves. There was dirt all along the floors, and the walls that surrounded the opening in the cave made of rock. Rigid rock walls that were cut long ago when mining technology was poor. However, this was never a mine at all at anytime. Jet Enduro stood up noticing that fact. He went over his mental and physical status and found he was in good shape after the fall from the outside. He looked around the cave to find something he was not so happy about. A tomb. This was a tomb. The legendary Grave of Hawthorne that lies in some caverns in the west. The sunlight breaking in from twilight. The treasure he and his friends were after not here, but the grave that they had not been looking for was.

Being that they were Drifters—wanderers brave enough to go out into this desert world of Filgaia—such a treasure hunt was normal for the group. It was just usual luck that put Jet down here. Only he would be the one lucky enough to find the one weak spot of land that had covered a fissure in the ground.

Leaving the vague light behind he came into a dimly lit area of the tomb. A small box lined a single dug-in shelf along the cave wall that seemed to have been made exclusively for it. Jet and his curiosity—as well as his lust for money—put him to snatch the box up lightly. Dust fell from his gray head of hair as he wiped some sweat aside. He lifts the top of the wooden box to reveal a small bronze key. No distinguishing features on it. No words anywhere in the room, on the box, or on the key that would reveal what it was, or what it was to.

He lifted it up to look at it in the light. Examining the key better. "I don't see a lock anywhere." He points out. He looks around the room again. It was not much for a treasure so he saw it useless. Still, he put it in his pocket with a shrug anyway. It was to a lock, and he may find that keyhole someday.

"Jet!" The nearby wall was blown to shards by the woman who did not say his name. The young brunette in green who did ran into the room with her long hair trailing behind. As it falls to her back she looks around with a relieved breath. "Are you okay?"

Before Jet could reply to Virginia a loud roar bounced off the cave walls. Jet looks to Emilia who had broken the wall with her sword. Her eyes went to look at Jet's own. Emilia turned to the direction the cry came out from and Jet picked up on it. "Get behind me." He ordered Virginia as he went in front of her. Glaring into the dark void of the cave. Virginia knew she did not need Jet to protect her, but it was welcomed anyway. She may be bright, and very strong, but Jet had a way of being stronger at times.

"Where is it, Emilia?" Virginia wondered.

"I'm not sure." She focused her attention to the dark like Jet before her. She moves within a bat of an eyelash and blocks the sudden attack that breaks through the wall they had been facing. As the rocks fell to the ground and the dust moved aside there stood Emilia who held her blade out stopping the large fist of the tall man who stood in the faint light. The broad shoulders and strong armor the tall man wore was made of stone. It seemed his whole body was made of a gray stone. It was not a man at all then it would seem. The stone warriors yellow eyes break through the darkness causing Jet to tense up. Emilia stepped back as the beast withdrew its fist. The trio stand without flinching as the beast of granite looms into the room. "Stand back!" Emilia warns as she walks forward jumping to the air quickly to unleash one of her deadly sword attacks. Spinning and drawing her blade she sends out the wave of wind that spins into a twister from the centrifugal force of her spin. Her 'Tornado' technique hitting the beast dead-on, but alas, only a scratch is left behind on the beast's collarbone. Emilia returns to the other two and the trio watch the beast begin for them. "Well…that was no good. Shall we discuss another tactic?"

"I vote that we run." Jet gapes.

"I second the motion." Virginia chimes in.

"Motion approved and carried." Emilia turns for the exit as Jet grabs up Virginia's slender wrist and the three race from the beast who carries onward for them at a slow crawl for a speed.

"That dumb punk." Gallows declared. "He just HAD to fall in that hole didn't he? He tends to get us in trouble a lot." He complains. A bit moody today.

"C'mon Gallows, I'm sure it's not always." Clive defends on Jet's behalf. "I mean…what about the time he saved us from losing the sandcraft to pirates?"

"Didn't he help get us into that by agreeing to the competition in the first place?"

"Oh…right." Clive put his hand to his chin. "Well…what abo…no, uh there…um," Clive stood puzzled for a moment. Gallows sat anxiously atop the rock he sat on at the cave's end. Each of them patiently waiting for the trio who are in the catacombs. Clive looks as a small pebble falls from the rock he was leaning against. He puts his head to the ground. Was it shaking? "Hey…we should-" His warning was cut-off as the two of them almost toppled over as a mild earthquake began. The cliffs around them breaking apart. A strong earthquake was building up at this rate. "The caves will-" Before he could continue again Jet and the other two stumbled out of the cave and scattered about the grounds. He looks to Gallows. "OK, maybe he put us in harm's way again." Clive concedes to the nearby grimacing Gallows.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Virginia urged in a frantic jump. "Back to the ship. Back to the craft now!" She shouts as the leader should. The group would not wait any longer and darted off and ran for the ship. Their sandcraft moored outside of the caverns in the sea of sand that made up the oceans of Filgaia. Built by Emilia herself as well as upgraded.

As the ground shook harder the group was forced to a stop. All along the shores of the island that they were one was covered by a multitude of stone warriors much like the one Jet and the others met in the cave. Of course, they were a bit smaller and could be seen as the underlings to that larger one. The path back to the Grave was taken away by a fissure that breaks in the earth. The large stone warrior—or rather general—stood at the edge of the fissure furthest from them. Jet looked to that beast and their two eyes met. The stone general's yellow ones piercing his.

"Emilia!" He calls to the woman nearest to him. "Blind that thing!"

She nods as he takes his ARM out to back her up. "Transcendent the Blade!" Sending her sword horizontally through the air the swing produces a sort of blade of wind that carries across the gap into the eyes of the larger beast. Jet follows after firing a few rounds into the same two eyes. In a blind rage the beast shatters to pieces as the smaller ones crumble into dust around the group.

Without hesitation the group concentrate on getting off the island and run across the now rocky terrain as rock falls all around them. Shattering against the ground into splinters. Their straight run broken by the fact the ground still shook violently. They all jump onto the craft's roof and stare as the island falls into the sea slowly. Leaving a depression behind. The treasure they came for gone for good now. There was a mild disappointment among the members of the group. Emilia was rather angry at the whole situation, but Gallows was quick to diffuse the bomb. He kept them all happy with some encouraging words and a joke along with his trademark smile. Patented as it is.

Jet sat silently. He was the only one with something to show for this recent endeavor of theirs. He placed his hand to his pocket. Feeling the key in his denim pocket. He could not make any money off of it. He could still wonder what it was for though.