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First, he talked about his past, the life he had before Kaze'aze stole it from him. It was there that he met a Necromancer, though at the time, he was unaware just what that meant. He never once saw the man use his necromancy powers, though. He just knew the man was often called "Necromancer" by those around him. He told me about the circus he was held captive in, and how a man had once come to save him, but upon seeing the boy's sorry state, simply called him weak and left. He told me he never forgot that man's face, and that with his knowledge now, knew he was a demon. I found it odd that it was a demon who had come to rescue him. Usually, stories had an angel come to save you. But I guess since the demon hadn't saved him in the end, it still made sense.

He told me about how he used his own powers to escape, how he destroyed the circus that once held him captive. His blue eyes burned with unspoken regrets when he talked about it. He skipped the details, but went on to say that his powers had caught the eyes of Kaze'aze, and in his weakened mental state, could not fight her control of him. And thus, he became her pawn.

While she controlled him, he met the Necromancer of his past, and learned of his powers. Kaze'aze stole something from the Necromancer, what it was however, he was unaware. The Necromancer wanted it back, and in return helped Kaze'aze by summoning minions for her, and letting her borrow his powers for a while. Whatever it was she had taken from him, it meant a lot to him. She could not control him, however, as his mind was too strong. She resorted to using Lass' body to torment this Necromancer over and over, with the promise of having "it" back this time, if he did this one last thing for her.

He ended his story with this, and stopped staring out into the distance to look at me for his next words. "I still remember where he makes his residence. Perhaps we should make a visit to see him. I am sure the news of Kaze'aze's demise would be of value to him."

I thought for a moment about this. "Did she ever give back that thing she took from him?" I asked.

After a moment's thought, Lass responded. "No, not that I was ever aware of. She continued to rely on his help up until just before you and the red haired knight entered her castle."

I nodded, now wishing that he knew what this thing was, so that we could return it to him and perhaps secure his help. "Is he a very good necromancer? I mean, usually those who dabble in such dark magic go crazy, can we trust him?" I was already referring to us as a team, and this realization shocked me.

Lass simply nodded. "A lot of Kaze'aze's army came from him, if that gives you a rough idea of his powers." My eyes widened. That took a lot of power, bringing back so many dead soldiers. But it also answered so much. If Kaze'aze had a powerful necromancer working for her, of course she could have such a powerful army at all times, despite our efforts to kill them off. They'd just come back. If this necromancer was summoning for Kaze'aze… No, he was just as used in this scenario as Lass was. It was not at all his fault that any of them died. It took me a while to quiet my rage at this knowledge, nonetheless.

When Lass finally finished pitching the tent; he struggled with it almost as much as I had; we went and both sat in it, atop the raged sleeping sacks I had laid out for us. I let him use Ronan's old one, as Ronan's was the biggest. It still was not long enough for the tall lad, though, and his feet stuck out the end when he covered himself with it.

I couldn't sleep just yet, so I wrapped Elesis' old one around my shoulders and sat there. It still smelled of her, and it made me wish I had been nicer to the hot-headed knight while she was still alive. I found I missed her loud, argumentive voice, and tears quickly followed the memories that came on.

Lass must've realized I was crying, for he decided to talk more about this necromancer we were going to go see. He told me where exactly he lived, and the things we could learn from him. And quickly, the same way I found myself drawn into the fight with Kaze'aze at the start of all this, I found myself wanting to learn about his magic, to further my own knowledge and skills. I let Lass talk about this until I found myself asleep, dreaming of the days where my friends were still alive. When I woke, I was properly covered in a blanket, despite knowing I had not fallen asleep as such. I turned to look at Lass, who was fast asleep using Ryan's old blanket to cover his feet. I guess he had tucked me in, and I found I was grateful.

I sat up and began searching for food I could use to make a proper breakfast, and when I came back with some eggs and berried, Lass had already started a fire. After quickly cooking the eggs and splitting the berries, we headed off in the direction Lass stated that this necromancer resided in.

We didn't talk much along the way, and the few monsters we encountered were dealt with quickly enough. Lass was fast, and his skills were a lot more practical to make use of in these quick encounters than my own skills were. I let him take out the monsters, and it seemed to give him a satisfaction of some sort to be useful, so I did not rob him of this. He looked nice with a smile on his face.

It took about half the day to walk to this Necromancer's residence. According to Lass, it wouldn't take so long if we ran, but I didn't have his stamina, so we walked the whole way. He offered to carry me once, but it reminded me of Ryan and Ronan, and how they used to tease me about being slow as well, and Ryan would often carry me against my will if we needed to get somewhere in a hurry. The memory brought on tears, and instead of changing the subject like I hoped he would, Lass asked about it. We sat against a tree for a while, while I told him the memory. I felt better after sharing it, and we continued on.

"Don't be afraid to talk about it next time. Letting it out is better than keeping it in." His words helped lift my mood, and I promised I would.

I knew we were getting close when we hit a very dark spot of the forest we were walking through. The trees seemed… Lifeless. I'm not sure how I knew, perhaps I was channeling Ryan at that moment. But the forest got darker as we walked, and I summoned a fireball at the end of my staff to light the way. Lass didn't seem to need the light, however, and led the way easily. I needed it to keep track of him, so he didn't ask me to put it out, just warned me to be careful as the trees could catch easily. I giggled, letting him know that my magic didn't affect things I didn't want it to, so even if I flung the fireball at a tree, it would simply dissipate and the tree would be unharmed. He nodded, finding the information useful.

We finally stumbled upon a small, run down hut. It was in shambles, and tree had clearly fallen into it and never been removed, becoming more a part of the hut than something that destroyed it. It was interesting, to say the least, but it set me on edge. Lass calmly walked up to the door and knocked twice; I kept my distance, letting the small lanterns near the door light Lass' figure.

A shadow emerged from the house, standing in the doorway. It was at least a head shorter than the silver-haired thief standing before him, yet did not seem intimidated by him. I was close enough to hear the quiet words the exchanged, yet I did not catch the interest of the shadow at that moment.

"What do you want now, peon?" A gruff voice spoke out, clearly unused for some time.

Lass didn't let the voice bother him. "I'm not here of her will."

It was some moments before the shadow responded again. He stared at Lass for quite some time, as if noticing something different about him. When his gaze hit his eyes, he finally realized. "Your eyes. You are not under possession anymore."

Lass simply nodded.

"Then allow me to properly introduce myself, however late this introduction is. My name is Kieran. How may I be of service to you?"


A/N: Ok, so it's been a while, but I've finally updated! It took so long because I was trying to plan out where this story was going before I continued to write.

So again, nothing happened this chapter, but next chapter will have some action, I promise! A little of Lass' past in the beginning. It might not make much sense if you aren't aware of his actual past, but I tried my best to make it understandable. (I changed it to include Kieran so sue me D:)

Kieran is a character I own. I made him up. I got stumped for what I could do to have Arme bring her friends back, so I decided to lean on an old character. He's here to stay, so if you have a problem with OCs, I suggest you stop reading this. He doesn't have a MAIN roll, but he will be in the story, and he is going to be used to help Arme.

I still haven't gotten the plot completely figured out. There are still quite a few holes in it, and it's hard to fill them, because I'm running out of ideas. So it might be a while before this is updated again. But I have the ending planned! Like, completely and totally planned, and yeah. It's a good feeling to have things planned. So this is not just a "What if...?" thing anymore, this is an ACTUAL, PLANNED OUT story. Hold on to your kerchiefs, kids, it's going to get dark.

Ok, so my chapters for Carry On are getting shorter and shorter, while my chapters for Love Notes are getting longer and longer... (But don't worry this story will be super long, I promise)

As always, read, review, and enjoy! Let me know what you think of this! I wrote it late at night, as I do with all my writing, so forgive any errors. I rarely read my stuff over. Don't hold your breaths for the next chapter, I need to figure out a couple more things first.

If anyone is interested in helping me with figuring said things out, though, PM me and let me know! I'm happy to accept any and all help! And trust me, I need it.

-Barrows

(I also apologize if the writing style seems to shift greatly from chapter to chapter. I write them so far apart from each other, and my writing style changes on a daily basis, so it's harder than you think to make them all sound the same.)