Spirit Room
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Wild arms 3 or Wild Arms 2. The title of the story and the chapters are not mine either.
Chapter One: Everywhere
"Tim! Tim! Ashley said you need to go to the Chateau! He called and said there was a really important meeting!" shouted Colette. She paused. "Tim! Tim Rhymeless!" The girl's voice was laced with frustration at not finding her friend.
"Tim!" she shouted again. Sighing dejectedly, she walked back to Baskar Village.
***
"Pooka, calm down!" A strange boy in native clothing said to a sort of doll on his shoulder. "Pooka! There isn't anything to be afraid of! We were here before, with Ashley and Lilka and Brad. Remember?"
"Pooka!" the 'doll' cried.
The boy sat down and shook his head. "There really isn't anything to fear." He sighed. 'Sacrificial Altar, why is Pooka so afraid of it?'
***
"It shall be done, milord…" A hooded woman, and two cloaked men stood up. They were facing three chairs. One was silver, one was black, and one was gold.
"You understand, Irving Vold Valeria, that if you fail this time, I will get my minions to tear you apart, limb by limb," the lady said to the man behind her. "Don't try that one again. The same damn trick doesn't work twice in a row."
"…" The silver-haired man said naught but his silence was assumed for understanding.
From the black chair, a very feminine voice cried out, "Then let it be done!"
"Yes milady, Melody Vilente…"
"Kill the Pillar and burn down the village," the masculine voice from the silver chair commended.
"Yes sir, Malik Bendict…"
"Annihilate the people of Baskar and then, the people of Meria Boule, Sylvaland, and Guild Galad," the stunningly cold voice intoned from the golden chair.
"It shall be as you say, Lord Leehalt Alceste…"
The three said together, "We ask leave to carry out your orders."
"Leave granted. Go and make us proud."
The cloaked trio left the shelter of the cave to suffer under the bright, booming sun.
***
"I can't make odds or ends of this map!" Annoyance smothered Virginia's voice.
"… Is that Baskar? Over there?" Clive pointed to a small dot that had appeared on the scope.
"No idea! Is this really where Baskar is in the first place? This place has too much forest for it to be Baskar!"
"She's right," Gallows said simply.
"Huh?"
"Baskar isn't over here. This place has too many trees."
"But we're lost so we may as well check it out," muttered Jet, impatiently.
They nodded and guided their horses to the village.
***
"Lord Alceste, it has been done. Baskar village is burning down as we speak," murmured the lady, bowing respectfully. "We are in the process of obliterating the people of Baskar."
"Excellent. Report once you have killed both Pillars."
***
"The village, it's burning!" shouted Virginia. They rode all the faster to the decimated town.
A boy, with light brown hair and soft blue eyes dashed into the village at the same time they arrived.
"Hey! What are you doing here? This isn't a place for you to be!" shouted Jet.
"I belong here more than you do! This is my home!" he angrily shouted back. The boy did something with his staff and summoned the water guardian.
"Is this Baskar?"
"Yes." Tim's attention was divided. He was only half listening to them. The other half of his mind was concentrate on controlling the Water Guardian. Blasts of water hit the blazing houses. The turtle-like monster disappeared after the small town stopped burning.
"…Were you the ones who sent this fire?"
"No… We're Drifters…"
"…Drifters?" He looked at them oddly.
"Mercenaries basically."
"Mercs, you mean… You shouldn't tell people that you are Mercs. Most don't like them."
"Alright then…"
He shrugged and laughed softly saying, "My friends should be here soon. It'll take them a minute to pilot the Chateau way over here, though." The boy paused. "Sorry… I'm Tim Rhymeless. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Virginia Maxwell. This is Gallows Caradine, Jet Enduro, and Clive Winslet. Are you from around here?"
"This is what remains of my hometown, Baskar Village."
A compression of air was heard as a door opened.
"Tim! What happened?!?!" A group of five people dashed to the boy.
"Nothing. Baskar just burned to the ground. That's all."
