Before I continue, like most stories, stuff's going to get bad before it gets good. Some of you may lose interest after this chapter. Please don't. :

This weeks chapter includes:

Result of Proxshipping; Alcohol; more grief.

The days that followed the changing of the world, Felix dived deeper into the sea that is depression. I recall an incident that happened the day before Karst's funeral. A dishevelled man appeared from the house I had been watching. At first glance I looked at him I did not recognise him. He wasn't Proxian, yet in this place, he was topless. His boots where dirt covered, his trousers, caked in mud and blood. He had small scars across his torso, though none recent. Well I assume he knew death, self-inflicted or not, couldn't change anything. His hair was unkempt. As he took a few steps into the cold I realised who this man was. I never expected one death to have this much impact on him, of all people.

I continued stalking him, like a fell creature and its prey, until he came to the coast line Prox had with the rest of the ice cap before it lead off towards the vast mountain range with Angara. We both noticed in the distance, no more than a mile away, that some Proxians were loading a boat. Not a grand boat you would have seen in Babi's fleet, but still, quite regal. Perhaps Puelle was leaving on a diplomatic journey now that the ice shelf had melted. It was then Felix began walking towards the boat.

As I strolled towards where he stopped he spoke to the person who it seemed, was in charge. This was no ordinary boat. This was a Proxian funeral boat, the kind you have set on fire at sea. It was here that the workers realised that it was Felix and not a wanderer. "Felix! What are you doing out here in your skin? Do you want to die?"

"No! I want to bring her back! I want to bring everyone back!" I could tell from his words he had some substance in his system, but his movements were well camouflaged with fatigue. As I left and returned to Prox an hour before Felix I went to his home. There were bottles of a local spirit; they called it Dragon's Blood, no clues for why they gave it the name.

It was a week, as a Lemurian ship sails, after the funeral that the party had reached the shores of Angara. In the climax of Felix's stay in Prox, his actions diverted everyone's attention from Mt Aleph and its immediate area. By the time they had left the Lighthouse that night, Vale had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. The Wise One however did something benevolent for a change, and had everyone evacuate the town, as some put it, a mere day before the sky burnt with colour.

Felix had been inconsolable. That was until I noticed something. Since he had a second meeting with Puelle, he had a bundle in his arms. Even on that ship, from my memory, the bundle never left his arms. Felix moved of course, I wasn't stalking him when nature called. Every time he looked down, he smiled. Had he stolen something to bring back the one he wanted? I couldn't delve into his mind, but I could sense a power from it.

As we all disembarked, we had the revelation that was the end of Vale. Nobody had prepared themselves for it, nobody had even thought about it. There were only two other people who knew what that bundle was, I myself never looked deep into it, he wants his love but she's beyond unattainable, who wouldn't want something that could bring them back? I left him that night to reacquaint with his towns folk, but this would only be a temporary break from my new addiction; Felix, the Champion of Prox.

The next month after returning home moved without incident, Felix became a recluse yet again, and I would watch his home from afar. The only noticeable thing worth mentioning was that the only one concerned for his well being seemed to be Piers. Could they be planning something? Or something more intimate? No, that's nonsense, with the reaction he gave over Karst's death, it couldn't be an affair between the two.

Things changed one night though. Two women entered the house with cloaks, I wanted to know who they were and what their goal was but I realised there was a pattern. The only people who were visiting Felix were the only people he trusted from that day on the Lighthouse, Piers, his parents and to a degree the master healer of the group, Mia. What where they conspiring?

One night my curiosity gave in. I walked to the window of the small temporary house. And what I saw made me all the more intrigued with Felix. It seemed that on the journey back, the bundle he had been carrying was a baby, a [i]Proxian[/i] baby. Who's was it? I listened into the room. Felix was speaking to it. It turned out to be a girl. A blue skinned Proxian female was quite rare, it normally meant a sign of greater healing abilities. But there were features I recognised instantly.

"I still haven't given you a name. I assumed Puelle would. Hmm... I could call you Jenna. But you'd get confused when my sister is called. Mahendra... That could work. Similar to your mother's name, and you look similar to your father. Heh, when you're old enough to swing a sword at the very least, I'll teach you more about them. Not a day goes by where I don't think about Saturos and Menardi. Not. A. Day." He pauses for a minute to sigh. "I could've been your uncle. Infact, some would say I am." He stops again. Felix you dog, a single parent? To a Proxian no less. I think I might stick around.