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What a turn of events! ….this could be a bad omen…;;

Just…ignore the typos and grammar…I don't proofread P

Chapter 4: Drifting

I'm again surrounded in darkness. I think I'm floating through that crowded emptiness called "memories", sailing through its endless wonders on a river of thoughts. As I flow towards the further end of the river, I sink deeper and deeper as my memories fade. My journey comes to an end when I could remember no further back into my past and I sink all the way down, past the world of memories and into the lower and darker world of my unconsciousness. At this point, I can't recollect anything. The only thing I'm capable of is perception and the realization of my own existence without a physical body. It's like I'm merely an existence that has neither a past nor identity.

"Come," a deep voice beckons to me.

If I had eyes, I'd look around. "Where?" I ask. "Who are you?" I realize my own voice is omnipresent, as if I myself am the "God" of this dark realm void of any physical existence – except unlike a real deity, I don't seem to know anything.

Personally, I don't even know where "I" currently am, but I rather not tell that to whoever this other voice is. Like a mindless puppet, I "walk" over to the source of the voice and find a sharp object embedded on something that I can not describe. No matter how hard I look at it, I can't make sense of its shape or color, and yet it is right there in front of me. "So, what is it you want from me?" I ask. My mind is still blank and I can't even comprehend what I'm doing. Thankfully, the voice guides me and tells me, "Remove the sword."

Remove the sword? What's a sword? I assume it to be the object that stands before me. With my nonexistent arms, I reach out and grab the equally nonexistent "sword" as the voice called it and pull it out. Before I know it, more darkness flies out and sends me on yet another mind trip. "Hey, I'm being swept away," I say analytically and emotionlessly.

"Damn, what was that?" Isaac wondered. Whatever it was he did, it sent him back on a trip to reality. "This place is starting to worry me. My mind hasn't felt so worn out since the time I sailed around the world looking for Felix and Jenna. I really need to hurry –"

His thoughts came to a halt when he grabbed his sword and noticed the feel of it was different. He felt some kind of resistance from the holy blade of legends. "What's wrong, Excalibur?" Isaac asked feeling disheartened. "Is Excalibur trying to reject me? It seems as if it's writhing in pain…"

Slowly, he stood up and held his sword in front of him and clumsily swung it around testing the feel of it. "That's funny," he blinked in confusion, "I feel like I'm holding a dead sword…"

He swung it around a couple more times, each time harder and quicker than the last and with increasingly fluid motions. "Is this even Excalibur?" he wondered. "It has to be…I'm only carrying a few swords with me and the others look nothing like it." he told himself and shifted his gaze to just above his right shoulder where he saw the hilts of two other blades and then down to his waist where his last one resided. "…Whatever, everything will be fine eventually I guess," he shrugged without worrying too much. "It's not like there's any real threat around here or anything."

Due to his mental stress and weariness, he sluggishly wandered off towards the cave just ahead that leads to Imil, without noticing the massive amount of psynergy that leaked from him into the ground.


Felix and his companions were still a short way behind their target, continuing to track down the source of the intense light that they saw from so far away. The grasses they were traveling through were successively greater and greater in height as they approached the heart of the field. By now, they were all just short of two feet tall, making them a bit of an inconvenience to walk on. "Even I'm starting to get tired of this place," Felix began to think to himself when his sister coincidentally interrupted.

"Felix, look!" Jenna jumped in surprise pointing to a group of people off in the distance. She poked her head forward and squint her eyes to get a better look at them, "Hmm…I think they're resting."

"Y-you don't think…their souls are being eaten, do you?" Garet asked nervously looking around for anything suspicious. Ignoring him, Jenna turned to her brother, "Isn't that –?"

Felix nodded with a serious look on his face, "I'm sure of it." Then silently, he walked towards the unfamiliar group to get a better look at the situation with Jenna and Garet following closely behind. "This is where the flash of light originated from. Just look around," he told the others as they drew closer and closer to where fate does not reach. Aside from the huge mess of dirt and blades of grass all over the place, there was a miniature crater and in the center of it was a sharp puncture that went into the earth. "The explosion must've originated from here," Felix said as he bent down to inspect the puncture, slightly tracing his fingertips along the edges, "I wonder if Isaac attacked these people too"

"But this is Isaac we're talking about…he wouldn't just attack innocent people, would he?" Garet asked, "I…still find it hard to believe," he told them sadly.

Jenna lightly bit her lips and turned her back to the group to hide her sadness. She remained silent, but if anyone saw her face, the pain would've been obvious in her eyes. Felix, too, kept his face hidden in the dark as he crouched, "None of us wants to think that, Garet. I…still want to believe in him."

His last words shone light on his two companions as they lifted their faces and turned towards him. "I want to believe in him until the very end against all odds…just as he did for me," he told himself as he recalled back to the time when Isaac entrusted the Mars Star to him despite the huge misunderstanding and the three years they spent apart. "He may have had no other choice, but he's not the kind of person who would hand over something so important to save his own life."

"We'll just have to bring him back in one piece, then!" Garet told the others, "Right, Felix?" Felix turned his head to him and nodded with a smile, "Yeah. We'd be in a lot of trouble with Kyle and Dora if we don't." The three of them smiled at each other for a while – something they haven't done for quite some time, until they were interrupted by a groan. It came from a young man whose face showed no signs of cuts or bruises, but only a trickle of blood that went from his lips to his chin.

Jenna quickly ran to his side and bent down to cast a healing spell that warmed his body and soul, relieving him of the discomfort he felt in his body, but more importantly it helped to revitalize his mind. "Hey, are you feeling better now?" she asked keeping her soft hands that glowed red close to his chest.

He gently placed his own hand over hers and held it, smiling at her, enchanted by her seemingly gentle kindness, her warmth that she shared with him through her psynergy, her silky auburn hair that flowed like water in the wind, and her deep worrisome eyes that approached his own as he gradually bent forward and reached for her lips, "Indeed, for I –"

His speech was cut short by a fist that sent his face burying into the ground. Above his limp and motionless body was Felix with a harsh frown on his face as he looked down at the older warrior disapprovingly, "What a jerk."

Jenna on the other hand was not satisfied, "Just what did he take me for?" she asked angrily, "Did he think I was that kind of girl!"

"I knew it…she's throwing another tantrum. But it's strange…she's been doing that more than usual lately. Is this more of Alchemy's doing? Or is it something else?" Felix wondered.


Isaac, whose mind was in a total state of confusion just minutes ago, was slowly regaining his senses. He finally exited that endless field that he never wants to go near again, but now only to find himself in front of a cave. The entrance was rather unappealing to his taste, but more than exquisite to his overburdened mind. It lured him with its finely woven threads of spider webs and fly carcasses dangling on them that no human craftsmanship can hope to match. Its borders were decorated by a thick coat too rich in moss to appreciate in the slightest of ways; its walls had a seductive glistening wetness that screams of humidity and hot air, inviting him into the inescapable world of sweat.

He stared in awe, taking in the incredibly ugly scenery he was in, "I've never seen anything like it," he said dreamily as he stumbled towards the entrance with his arms flinging about, "is it just me or have you gotten more beautiful since we last met?"

"Is that really him?" a man clad in heavy armors hidden behind some tall bushes asked his two traveling companions, "he…seems like a retard," he said in confusion as he watch Isaac trying hug the moist walls of the cave.

"I will never forget the face of the one who humiliated and deprived me of my title as champion that day, Azart," answered one of the companions.

The third one, dressed in the same heavy armor that covered him from head to toe snickered, "Hmph, if it weren't for him, I would've been the one to defeat you for the title of champion, Navampa."

His bluff was met by a dismissive grunt, "Enough trash talk, Satrage. This is our opportunity to get our revenge. His little friends aren't here to help him this time and it looks like someone's already beaten him over the head," he told the others as Isaac continued praising the extreme ugliness of the cave with endless mispronounced words of beauty in its many forms.

The three of them leapt out from the bushes completely out of sync and landed just three or four meters behind Isaac. Navampa pointed a finger at him, "So, we meet again!" he yelled. "This time, revenge will be ours!"

Satrage nodded his head in agreement, "Indeed. You see, the three of us have been practicing hard at that those little tricks you used to defeat us."

"Using the power of Alchemy when we fought solely with our strength was rather low of you, even if you were just a runt," Azart added.

"But now that we've learned our own spells, your little tricks won't work on us anymore!" Navampa pointed out arrogantly, "Not to mention your little friends aren't here to help you anymore. We lost the coliseum because you cheated and we only lost last time as well because we were outnumbered four to three and you continued to use your little tricks on us. Well not this time."

The three oversized gladiators drew their mighty broad swords out and chuckled at the pathetic mess before them. "Well? You got any last words?" Azart asked, "Or are you just going to keep daydreaming all day?"

Isaac felt something in his mind being to stir as he replayed the threats that sounded like music to his ears over and over again in his head, reveling in their sweet words of vengeance, jealousy, and hate. He felt like he was a whole new person as he continued to enjoy the angry and disgusting atmosphere around him. He cocked an evil grin at the thought of battle and fulfilling his reawakened lust for bloodshed – any blood, be it his or his "preys."

"Heh, " he chuckled at the three standing before him in their oversized suits of armor, "revenge? Only weaklings who lost what little pride they had seek revenge." His words were not very well received by the three gladiators who became even more enraged.

"Wealkings!" Satrage yelled furiously, "Don't let a victory or two go to your head. Runts like you need to be shown their place!"

Isaac merely gave off another wicked laugh and grinned excitingly, "Fine. I'll let you all die by my blade," he told them as he drew out his Excalibur. "Come!"

As the three charged towards him with their swords in hand and gave off fierce battle cries that they're accustomed to, Isaac felt his blood getting more and more excited, flowing through his veins stronger and faster with each step they took towards him. When his opponents began to cast a wide array of support spells, boosting their strength, speed, and vigor, his mind began to stir again. Though everything became fuzzy to him at that instant as they swung their weapons at him, he felt no fear, but only anticipation of blood. Tightening the grip of the hilt of his blade, he prepared to let out all the anger and frustration he had built up for the past months and cast aside his hesitation once and for all. Then, as if awoken from an enchanted dream, his vision became clear; his body became in sync with his mind, and by the guiding of his most basic instincts, he swiftly shredded their weapons and armors into pieces with a series of unseen cuts.

It was amazing. I've never felt anything like this before. My body felt sensational, it was the excitement of experiencing something big for the first time, like there was suddenly a new path lain in front of me, inviting me to explore it's uncharted wonders. I turned to the gladiators, bare of clothing and weapons, defiling the ugly ground of the cave entrance with their far more disgusting rears. My azure blue eyes glowing reddish with excitement and bloodlust looked into their whimpering and terror-stricken ones, silently asking for forgiveness and to take their pride in exchange for their lives. It was clear to me they're no longer able to speak. The paralyzing fear, the approaching footsteps of death, the difficulty of breathing, the silent cries they're unable to utter, Those alone made sparing their lives temporarily worthwhile. But now it's over.

"I don't know or care who you are," I told them, "but if you cross my path, I'll kill you." It was all true. Before I could not see through those tin buckets they wore on their heads called helmets, but now, even in their bareness, their faces were those of strangers. When I warned them of their deaths, their eyes cried out silently again, only this time – louder. I chuckled at how shameful they were. It's mind boggling how men shaped by pride and honor all their lives would so easily abandon those values and cling on to hopes of leading a shameful life rather than to die in a blaze of glory.

I raised Excalibur in to the air, tapping into its true strength, and covering the land in its majestic light. "Howl, Excalibur," I commanded. It was over…


…….okay I'm hungry now…XD