InfinitiesEND: Symphony of The Angels

by Eleyon Neovo

In a world ravaged by a war no one can remember or understand, a group of people, children are forced to come together, to change a fate that threatens to be destroyed by an unknown force called 'Armageddon'

4. Chapter 3

Chapter 3, Draft, Finals, and Marriage –

Metal slid up on the door, opening a small hatch at which a hand placed a large tray of food down onto the floor. The hatch slid again, closed and once more, all was silent. Eyes red with days of tears, they refused to let anymore fall, no matter how much the user wanted this place to rain with the tears of her agony. Slowly, her hands hit against the hard ground as she crawled over to the tray. Why eat? She sometimes found herself thinking. Why allow one the pleasure of keeping her in here trapped.

Miry moved the hair from her face as she leaned down to look at the plate. Meats, salad, a large drink. Though she didn't want to, she could not ignore the hunger that roared deep within her. Again she tried to unleash the tears of sadness that dwelled in her, but none would come. Slowly her hand reached down, grabbing onto the eating utensil, stabbing down into the salad and rising up to her mouth. Slowly she chewed, her eyes staring down at the dull floor. She'd tried to get out of this prison, many times now. With each failed attempt, left a fragment of her hope. It had now been two weeks, since Miry had seen sunlight, seen her friends, her family. Today, she realized, was the day Marco planned to marry her.

Finally, a tear, a single bead that rolled down her cheek, dropped at the chin, and splashed to the floor. Miry leaned her head back on the wall, remembering suddenly her dream. How real it seemed. A mysterious man, of which she didn't know, busting down the door, saving her. And when she asked him why, how. He simply said, 'This is where they sent me.' Who was 'They'? Who was he? Miry wondered, as though all this was to actually come to be, maybe because this calmed her wandering, lost, hopeless mind into something that she wouldn't fade away from existence in this place. Wouldn't have to look forward to living unhappily with Marco for the rest of her life.

Miry let the fork fall from her hand, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep. Please mysterious man, let them send you to me.

"Wake up." Eleyon's eyes fluttered, drooped.
"Wake up Neovo!" Slowly his eyes rose, studying the room around him. He went to raise his hand to rub away at the daze at his eyes, finding that his hands were bound. Eleyon grunted now, tugging at his binds.
"Save it. Go ahead." Someone stepped in front of him. Eleyon readied himself for a blow, but instead, water splashed onto his face. Eleyon shook his head, looking up as several of his items were placed on the table in front of him.
"Where is my sister?" he grunted.

"She is in the other room, being questioned such as you." Eleyon sucked in a breath.
"I want to see her." The man laughed.
"And you will. Once you're finished here." Eleyon shook his head.
"I want to see her now." The man placed his hands on the table, leaning forward.
"You are in no position to try and order me to give you anything, Neovo. You are owned by A.. Thus you do what A. says. And when you are a good boy and make A. happy. You will get what you want as a reward. Understood?" Eleyon said nothing. The man looked up, motioning to a stationary soldier, who stood in, strapping cables into the vest Eleyon didn't realize he was wearing. He gazed up.
"What is this..?" the man chuckled, as a scream sounded off from the room beside them.
"Sounds to me like your sister just found out." Eleyon glared, tugging at the chair again before a large jolt of electricity, hot as flames burned into his chest. His body shook as it was coursed with lightning.

"Enough." The man waved his hand, sitting across from Eleyon. He took turns lifting the many objects on the table. "A stick, a beanie, headphones, a COM, Losi, and a, what is this a whistle?" He raised the object, inspecting it. "Well, disappointing to say the least."

"What is your name?" Eleyon mumbled. The man looked up from the table, a grin spreading.
"You humor me Neovo, really you do. David Trinidus, Lieutenant Rank." Eleyon nodded his head.
"And the name of the man in the room with my sister?" Lieutenant Trinidus chuckled, folding his hands.
"I believe that is Admiral Yoshitune himself." Eleyon squinted. That name, Yoshitune. Flooded him with memories that he has tried to avoid, for himself and his sister. What it must be like to stand in the room with that man, for her.

"So," Lieutenant Trinidus began again. "As of now, you are officially Cadet Neovo, listed and officially charted into the A. military. You will obey direct command of your superiors or be punished for not doing so. When your time and obligation to A. has been filled, you and your sister shall be free of the system, and allowed to live as you please. Um," Lieutenant Trinidus lifted papers in front of him to read. Eleyon chuckled lightly, causing the Lieutenant to look at him.
"Something humorous to you?"
"You said, when my time and obligation to A. has been filled, me and my sister shall be free of the system. Sounds to me a lot like 'Till death due us part' and I quite frankly don't remember marrying A.." Lieutenant Trinidus laughed.
"I can see why you chuckled, that is quite funny. But indeed, you are married to A.. Cadet Class will begin a few weeks after the draft. Your items will be held in containment until then, and you will remain in your room and on Avallone until Cadet Class ends at all times unless an order sees different." The Lieutenant rose, as a knock graced the door. All eyes directed towards it. "Enter." Alliwyn slid open the door, stepping in and bowing her head, seeing as her and Trinidus were of the same rank, she need not salute.
"I came in to speak with Cadet Neovo." Trinidus turned his gaze between Alliwyn and Eleyon.
"As you wish, I am done with him." Trinidus walked up to Alliwyn. "Mind your manners here Lieutenant. Do not get soft with this Niviniti." Alliwyn smiled.
"I didn't get where I am because I am a fool Trinidus." Trinidus laughed.
"Indeed Kilkrina, indeed." He walked out the room. Alliwyn motioned to the soldier.
"You may step outside." The marine nodded, exiting the room. Alliwyn sucked in a heavy breath, sitting in the chair once occupied by Trinidus.
"How are you Eleyon?" Eleyon growled.
"Don't play buddy with me Alliwyn. It's your fault I'm in this place." Alliwyn sighed.
"Listen, I know you wish to see your sister. She has not been made a Cadet as you have, they won't force her to fight, but they have put her into Avallone schooling, to be taught as one of us." Eleyon scoffed.
"Brainwashing remains brainwashing, no matter the form it is distributed." Alliwyn shook her head.
"If you do something for me Cadet, I can allow you to be out with her during the weeks you would otherwise be locked in your room." Eleyon lowered his head.
"I don't want, or need any of your pity. I'll sit in the room." Alliwyn let out a breath.
"Stubborn for no reason at all. Very well, my Ext is 23358 if you change your mind before the weeks are up. I might add, that once you begin Cadet Class, you will not be permitted to see your sister at all." Eleyon's expression changed only slightly as he stared at the floor. Alliwyn rose, sliding open the door.
"Take the items on the table to containment, and then escort Cadet Neovo to his quarters for lockdown." She addressed the Soldier. "Good day to you Eleyon." Alliwyn strode out the room, her heels echoing down the hall. Eleyon stared at the ground, thinking back to his father, not Illidies, that fake that betrayed them. His true father, his family, his mother, Inove, his sister, Ekeyo. The promise he made to his father. 'Be strong my little Ni-Soya, protect your sister always Eleyon. Neyosoba, promise?' Eleyon nodded his head, whispering to himself.
"Neyosoba Oba-Ni…neyosoba." Eleyon raised his head. "Alliwyn!"

Mio skipped out of the gates, her face flushed and a smile gracing it. She tugged the strap tighter around her, feeling her Bass moving against her back inside the case. I got accepted. What a relief. She started to walk down the street humming to herself again. She pulled her COM out of her REC, a small Holoscreen popping up as she dialed Minako's ID on it.
"Hello? Nalli?" Mio looked around her, embarrassed.
"Why do you have to talk so loud all the time?"
"Stop calling in open audio then. Are you coming over?" Mio nodded as if Minako could see her.
"I'm on my way now."
"Okie dokie, see ya when you get here!" Minako shouted.
"You did that on purpose." Minako laughed. "See you soon." Mio closed the COM, sliding it back onto her REC. She couldn't help but smile again, looking up at the fresh blue of the sky. A trail of ether flowing from the back of a Sky-Cruiser as it sailed down from Avallone. Maybe one day I can see the great city in the sky. Mio thought back to what Minako said about her being famous. Mio hung her head. Ah, but then again. Maybe I can't do it after all. Mio trudged up the road, thinking more of what her friend had said. 'Oh, Mio likes Trace? She likes older boys.' Mio made a noise. I do not. 'You can probably meet Trace when you get famous!'
"Why would I care about meeting him?" Mio blurted out.

"I hope you don't mean me," a voice called to her. Mio glimpse from her world of thought, the boy from earlier standing in front of her.

"Oh…um no. I was…talking about someone else." Mio bit her lip, her eyes swiveling off to the left. Kamui laughed.
"Ahhh how unlucky. And here I thought I was on your mind." He looked around. "So where ya headed Nalli?" Mio tugged her coat around herself.
"Going to a friends."

"Oh yeah? Maybe I can walk you there. Seems like we're headed in the same direction." Mio nodded, almost reluctantly. Clearly not happy about the thought of walking with someone she hardly knew and a boy at that. Kamui pulled his bag higher up on his shoulder as he walked with her.

"So, excited about school then?" Mio nodded again. Kamui laughed lightly. "Not big on words are you?"

"I speak…" Mio muttered almost inaudible.

"I see. So…what instruments do you play exactly." Mio continued to avert her gaze from looking at him.
"Um…well, everything I suppose." Kamui stared at her in surprise.

"Everything?" Mio nodded.

"Guitar, Bass, Piano, Drums, Flute. Keyboard, free reed, one reed, two reed, voice instruments, Brass…I can play everything." Kamui's mouth hung open as he stared at her.
"Wow…"

"Yeah…" Mio nodded, flushing slightly. Embarrassed about her freakish ability. "I've always been like… I don't know connected to music and sounds. I even sing like…really great." Kamui stared at her for awhile, making Mio quickly hush herself. He rushed out to touch her hair. Mio edged away. He laughed, showing her a glimmering bug before it flew off. Mio brushed her hands over her hair.
"Don't worry that was the only one. You know those bugs are real fragile. For them to land on you, means you're a very graceful person." Mio's face caught fire, or so it felt that way due to the intense blushing. Mio grabbed onto a railing for stairs.

"You ok?" he asked. Mio nodded.
"Yeah, this is my friends building."

"Oh! Well alright then." Kamui grinned slyly. "I guess I'll catch ya later Nalli. Thanks for letting me walk you home."

"Thanks for coming." Mio watched him till he was out of sight. She sat down on the bottom step, trying to mentally tell her heart to call down. This is what happens just from being nervous around boys? Jeez. Mio looked at the sky again, the clouds huffing along slowly as the sky turned a deep orange. There is defiantly no way I could meet someone famous like boy on the Holo. Mio stood, dusting off the back of her skirt as she moved up the steps.

"Defiantly no way I could stand meeting him."
"Meeting who?" Minako stammered, staring at Mio through the open door. Mio gazed up at her, blinking. Huh. She blinked again.
"Ahh! No one, no one." Mio waved her hands. Minako gave her a look. Twice in one day! Mio thought.

"Well come in then, maybe we can catch something good on Holo." Mio glanced to the side. Holo. Mio walked into the house, sitting her book bag down and plopping onto the couch. She grabbed her flute out her bag and lay it in her lap.
"So what did they say?" Minako asked, laying on her stomach as she flipped through channels on the Holo. Mio grazed her fingers over the metal pipe, tilting her head from side to side as if she could hears the sounds the instrument was capable of playing.
"I got accepted into the school." Minako looked back at her with a grin.
"Really? Ahhh, exciting!" Minako clapped. "Now you can go off and be famous." Famous. Mio thought. I don't think I can bear it.
"Do you think you'll get into a band? Or be like one of those soloist or something. I don't know what they're called." The Holo stopped Mio from answering the question. Her attention turned to it.
"Stay tuned for the National A. Civil draft. But yesterday, around mid day, several explosions were heard in the Shaylem district, the location is the residence of Arena Fighter Trace Evans. Yes ladies and gentleman, inside reporters say that fellow Arena Fighter Ryota Tamura," it flashed a picture of Ryota. Mio tilted her head.
"I've seen him before." Minako waved at her to hush.
"Of course you have, he's on Holo all the time."
"After Ryota entered into Trace's house, loud explosions sounded off, ending with the two fighting out in the open street. A. showed up on scene and the two have not be seen since their appearance." They don't know where he is? Minako sighed.
"Trace is gone? I hope he is alright. The Holo won't be as fun knowing he won't be on it anymore." Mio looked down at the flute, picking it up to press against her lips. He looks so young, for such a grown man to fight him. I wonder if he is ok. Mio shook her head. Ah, why do I care.
"And now for the A. Civil Draft. Note that if ones name appears on this list, you are indebted to serving A. until your obligation is completed, any refusal to do the duties to your planet in neglecting your draft, will cause in termination of your life. Upon being selected, your REC will ping having been sent the information of where to go and when to confirm that you've been drafted. You will then be shipped to Avallone to the A. military school and begin your Cadet class. The draft will now begin." A man in black and gold walked up to the podium, clearing his through as he took a long piece of paper and lay it flat.
"Bleh, now the boring stuff is on." Minako stammered. "Maybe we can find more about Trace."
"Your name could appear up on the draft list," Mio giggled, starting to blow into the flute, a soft tune ringing out. "We are of age now."
"We're not going to be drafted." Minako turned down the Holo, turning to look at Mio as the names appeared on the screen. "Honestly, what would either of us look like as a Soldier?" Minako laughed, putting her hands up and pretending to shoot things. Mio laughed as well, laying the flute down.
"The monsters would get you for sure Minako." Minako made a face.
"They wouldn't get you because you'd out run them in fear!" Mio glared at her, only to laugh lightly. She looked down, lifting the flute again as they sat quiet.

"Mio," Minako said quietly.
"What now?" Mio asked. "Honestly, I don't want to hear anything about the Trace guy." Minako didn't say anything. Mio looked up at her, she was focused on the Holo. "What?" Minako slowly raised her hand to point at the Holo. It was still on the draft, and there, at the very top. Avikai, Nalli-Mio. Mio blinked several times, stood up slowly. Minako looked back at her. Mio's REC pinged and lit up. Mio's eyes slowly slid down to gaze at it as it blinked, informing her it held a new message.
"You've been drafted." Minako stammered softly.

"I have to get something to drink," Mio said quietly, walking a few paces before fainting.

Ryota's eyes slowly flickered open, the dim light in the room providing less daze to him. He winced in pain, his back giving a hard spasm. Damn that Eleyon, screwed up my back. Ryota leaned up. He was laying on a bed, machines around him. Ryota's eyes scanned the room, widening slightly as he realized he was in an A. medical bay. He did have connections with A., that bastard. I knew it.
Ryota edged himself up to rest on his elbows.
"No need to move so much. Your back is broken." Anger heated Ryota's throat, letting only a scowl escape. "So, you're here. I'm meant to find out why that is. So…" The man leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "Why are you here Mr. Tamura?" Ryota scoffed.
"You know why I'm here. He had you pick me up. Where is he huh?" Ryota scanned the room again as if to spot Eleyon snickering in a corner.

"Do you mean the person you assaulted at their home?" the man asked quietly. Ryota turned his eyes to him again.
"It was self defense."

"Oh?" eyebrows rose. "In what sense Mr. Tamura? You showed up at his house did you not?" Ryota only nodded. "Then how might it have been a case of self defense?"
"He was following me."

"Oh?" the man leaned back in his seat. "And why would he do that?"

"Threatened to kill me."

"Really? What would cause him to make such a threat to a man in the same profession as him? A colleague if you will." Ryota halted. Surely he told his pals about the blackmailing.

"No reason? He threatened you for no reason at all?" the man pressed on.
"I knew something about him that he didn't want people to know." His head tilted as he looked at Ryota.
"Would you mind sharing this information Mr. Tamura?" Ryota stared at him now. What kinda game is this? He already knows who he is, what's this guy playing at?

"I'm quite sure you already know about your good friend Trace Evan's really being Eleyon Neovo."
"Ah, indeed I am aware of that. But interesting, how did you stumble upon such information? Surely this isn't basic knowledge one finds anywhere." Ryota shifted, grimacing at the pain in his back.

"I know people."
"Hmm," the man nodded calmly. "I suppose then that I would have to give someone else credit for having hacked our database pulling up Eleyon's file before we could get the full LDnPID. Very brave of you though Mr. Tamura." Ryota grunted.

"What'd I do that's brave?"

"Letting the hacker use your LD." A grin spread over the man's face. Ryota sneered.
"Heh. So you wanna force me into telling you I hacked it. Fine, it was me." The man chuckled at this.
"I'm more intrigued by your interest in Neovo." Ryota had to ponder this himself. He didn't know why he was so stuck on Neovo, why he had come to be in this situation because of that obsession. Jealousy?

"He had a bit too much success in the league. I figured he was cheating, or had A. help." The man nodded slowly.
"A solid reason, but I will have to say, you aren't too far off from the fact of 'cheating'." Ryota squinted.
"What do you mean? A. was helping him?"

"Oh no, no." the man laughed. "I'll let you in on a secret." An eyebrow shot up.
"A secret?"
"That's right."
"Why would you tell me anything?"
"Because your interest harbors deeper than common jealousy, than thinking you're being cheated. You know inside yourself that there is more to Eleyon, that he is something more." Ryota looked slightly shaken, a probing feeling came from this man, Ryota didn't like it. "Yes Mr. Tamura, you want to know more about him because you already know that besides his age, everything about him is completely legit, it is all him." Ryota's jaw clenched. "Going to his house and fighting two of them was a bit suicidal. Now Kentrino Aux is an A. employee. He is the one with backing from us."

"Heh…figures." Ryota stared. "Fighting two of 'them', what did you mean by that?" A smile curled at the man's lips.
"You know who Eleyon is, but do you know what he is?" Ryota's face screwed up in curiosity.

"What he is?" the man chuckled at the reaction.
"Eleyon is known as a Niviniti." Ryota's mind quickly flashed back to reading the word earlier. "Actually we've ranked him at a higher level than just that. He's a Ni-Soya, an elitist trained Niviniti soldier." Ryota shook his head, putting a hand up to stop him.
"Ok, ok. What is all this that you're even talking about? Niviniti, Ni-Soya? Hell is that crap?" the man smiled.
"Of course…you wouldn't know." He sat back, getting comfortable. "The Niviniti is a race, same as the Aligarmin, Leoi, etc."
"What? Why's no one been labeled as one then?"
"They are reported to be extinct."

"Then how…"
"Do we know Eleyon is one?"

"Actually, I was gonna ask how you know about the race in general." The man smiled gleefully.

"I love the way your mind works Mr. Tamura!"

"Yeah…"
"Well, everyone is able to see the collapsed temples in the far distance, yes?" Ryota nodded. "These were the homes of the Niviniti and it is there that we learned everything."
"Everything?" Ryota asked. "About what?"

"About structure, life, the energy codes around us, the MahouH to wield that energy, technology. We found everything there but the Niviniti people themselves."

"I see, well that explains why no one's allowed at the temples, but how do you explain Eleyon?"

"I shall reach that part, let me first explain what a Niviniti is. They are powerful spirits of light in the physical form." Ryota scoffed.
"Sounds like Siryian's to me."

"So one would think, so one would think." The man smiled, leaning toward Ryota. "We've found that the Siryian's do indeed come from a branch of the Niviniti."
"So what makes them different?" Ryota crossed his arms, grunting.
"Siryian's are purely air like energy, you know this. They need a MahouH and REC like the rest of us in order to read and store energy. They receive it. Niviniti received and created."

"Created…you mean…"
"Yes. The codes around us, everything that has made up this world is transmitted from the ethereal glow of the Niviniti's body. Thus they don't need a REC." they said at the same time. "You're catching on Mr. Tamura. With the ability to emit codes directly from their body, Niviniti were creators and protectors. They used codes to create the land and codes to protect it. Bringing up the Ni-Soya."
"I'm listening."
"The Ni-Soya were special birth selected Niviniti. Trained to use the codes to battle and protect. What separated them is upon their birth, they were placed in a room with eggs from legendary beasts of the sky and land. If one of the eggs were to glow upon the presence of the newborn, this Niviniti would be paired with that beast and become a Ni-Soya." Ryota gawked in disbelief.
"So where are the beasts then? I have yet to see some giant thing flying in the sky."
"Very correct. The beasts were made to be one with the Ni-Soya, so as such, if one dies so does the other. Or so, that's what we've come to conclude." Ryota shook his head.
"Can't be right."

"Oh?" the man looked with interest at Ryota. "Why is that Mr. Tamura? How do you figure you know more than people who have researched this their entire lives?"
"Simple, Eleyon." The man folded his hands in his lap.
"Do explain."

"You said the Ni-So...whatever get paired with these beasts at birth. And if both die if the other is killed, how would we explain Eleyon's being here and not having a beast? Unless this whole Ni-Soya thing is fake and Eleyon is just your average Niviniti." The man's smile nearly touched his ears.

"Very observant Mr. Tamura. However Eleyon is indeed a Ni-Soya. We've come to the conclusion his beast is alive somewhere. You can imagine what a find that would be for A. and Avallone."

"Oh the possibilities," Ryota said sarcastically.

"Honestly we think the return of the Ni-Soya would be a grave threat to the peace we've made." Ryota snorted.
"Peace? Says who?"

"Statistics Mr. Tamura, statistics. Now, as grave a threat as the Niviniti and the Ni-Soya would be, there are issues that have rose due to their absence."
"A love/hate thing eh?"
"Very much so Mr. Tamura."
"Before you even go there. What even wiped out all these mighty Niviniti?"
"We've no idea. No skeletal findings, no writings, no indication of what the Niviniti fought against. This is another worry of ours."
"Afraid it'll come back?"
"Precisely. The Niviniti seemed to have won due to their magical abilities." Ryota laughed.
"If you call extinction winning I'd hate to be on your team."

"The love/hate relationship," the man continued, "is this, the Niviniti are the original creators of this world. Upon resurgence they may want to resume control."

"Oh my, we don't want that!"
"Indeed we do not Mr. Tamura. On the plus side, the planet is deteriorating and we need Niviniti in order to heal it. We also need the information about the war that wiped them out."

"How do you figure you'll get that info? No Niviniti to tell the tale." The man smiled.
"Actually, there are four Niviniti left."
"You mean to tell me, that seventeen year old Eleyon and his even younger sister have accounts of a war that happened over a billion years ago?"

"Locked inside their memory, yes. This is what makes them helpful, yet a threat. Upon remembering this information they may want to resume control, we don't want that. But this information is what makes Eleyon and other Niviniti special. Upon death, the Niviniti soul shatters and enters the Wei-Sie, granting it the memories and knowledge locked in the brain. The Wei-Sie are a part of two however. The Wei-Sie store but have no access to this knowledge. The Nego-Lie access it from the Wei-Sie. You can see where this is a great protection system to their knowledge."
"Sounds to me like without both, you're shit out of luck chief."
"Ahh, but we've found record of a Wei-Sie wondering the lands outside the border. And with this draft of recent, we've acquired the Nego-Lie and the Ni-Soya to hunt down the Wei-Sie."

"So the whole making of the draft…has been to send people out to find this Wei-Sie?"

"Precisely."
"Ok, so you have the Elite Protector. You have the Spiritual Reader and are hunting the Spiritual Library. What's the fourth Niviniti?" the man smiled.
"A Spley-Tioy, a life creator." Ryota sneered.
"A. really is sick. You've found all the pieces of the Niviniti you need and when they've done what you need?"

"Eleyon and his beast will be studied till death, the Wei-Sie and Nego-Lie preserved for informational use and study, and the Spley-Tioy used to keep the planet healthy. Everyone wins."
"Yeah, except the Niviniti. Sick Bastards." Ryota laughed. "So…why tell me all this?"

"Because I have a proposition for you. You are a man of your Losi are you not Mr. Tamura? Eleyon needs to be watched, we have a leverage over him but if he does not bring back the Nego-Lie, the Spley-Tioy or his beast he is of no use to us. You will have an unlimited amount of Losi if you make sure A. gets what it wants from Eleyon." Ryota lay back in the bed.
"You're betraying the Niviniti, what keeps you from betraying me?"

"You're not a threat to us. We have no reason to lie to you or hide anything from you. You have no family, you are disposable." Ryota nodded.
"Point taken…alright. I'm in."

"Splendid." The man stood. "You will be prepped and supplied upon your recovery. You are to report to me directly. No one is to know of your assignment."
"Ahh, so only some of A. knows why it's being thrown in the meat grinder."

"A wise man knows that some must remain ignorant in order to help everyone prosper Mr. Tamura."
"Heh…happy I'm not the meat." Ryota replied.

Eleyon's head bobbed as the ship hit turbulence on its decent to the planet. Quiet and collected, Eleyon's eyes lay focused on the wall, his ears not picking up the rattling sounds of everything around him. They were still floating around Alliwyn's voice, briefing him on his mission.

Alliwyn slid Eleyon a picture, its frame graced by a purple haired girl, a smile spread across her face as she waved at what must be the photographer. Half of this face was covered by that purple hair.

"Her name is Miry Negye. Do you know her?"

"Course not."
"I was sent to get an assessment on her, but her parents have no idea where she is." Eleyon stared down at the picture.
"Going to force someone else to fight for A.?" Alliwyn ignored his statement.
"She vanished nearly ten days ago. Her parents were threatened by a thug named Marco to sign marriage agreement papers." Eleyon remained quiet. "You are to use this information to locate Miry, secure her by any means necessary, and bring her back to Avallone." Eleyon signed.

"How am I supposed to know where to look to find her?" Alliwyn crossed her arms, looking at Eleyon in disappointment.

"And here I was to assume you harbored some form of intelligence. Why don't you start by looking for listed marriages coming up?"

"Alright," Eleyon stood up, throwing his hands in his pockets.

"Sorry I couldn't get your weapon out of containment for you." Eleyon shrugged.

"Won't need it for this job anyway." Alliwyn grinned. Son of Illidies, military genius and supreme combatant.

"Good luck Cadet. Do try to actually finish in about week." Eleyon waved his hand at her, walking out the room.

"Wouldn't be doing this job otherwise, would be enjoying sleeping in lockdown." Alliwyn shoot her head. Son of Illidies, lazy, no good teenager.

Eleyon leaned his head back against the vibrating wall of the cruiser.

"She could have at least got my headphones out of containment." The com sparked to life.

"We'll be hitting land, strap up." Eleyon closed his eyes. Think I'll go pick up a spare set of headphones from home before I go anywhere. The blast door slid open, causing Eleyon to open an eye, moonlight creeping into the cabin. The pilot walked up to him.
"I'll be here waiting on your signal for pick-up Cadet. Don't have me waiting all damn week for your ass." Eleyon grunted as he stood and walked down the ramp.

"Yeah, yeah." He slid his hands in his pockets and walked off towards town.

A thud rung out from a knock on the door.

"It's open," the cocky voice answered. A frail man walked in. "Ah Frankie, bout time. I've been waiting." Marco stood up. "Everything ready?" Frankie shivered as if he were standing out in brisk wind.

"Uh…not exactly boss…the Preach…" Frankie didn't finish as Marco's large hand wrapped around his throat.

"Not exactly? This is my wedding Frankie. Are you screwing it up?" Frankie gargled and sputtered.

"Actually, I put it off." Marco looked up.

"Oh, Father Barkley. I'm sorry." Marco dropped Frankie. "Please, have a seat, talk to me." The Father waved his hand passively.

"We have yet to rehearse or write vows, both of which the bride and groom must do. Surely you knew?"

"My first time being married Father, I didn't."

"Then I expect you and the bride ready for rehearsal say, tomorrow?"

"Of course Father." Marco nodded and the Father turned to leave. Frankie closed the door behind him.

"Boss, what are you going to do? You'll never get her to write those vows let alone say them." Marco grinned.

"Oh, she'll write them good and sing them to me. I have some leverage over her, don't forget that." Marco's wicked smile grew. "I find this to be a timely disturbance. Someone told me a couple days back that A. was snooping around Miry's parents' house." Marco sat back down in his chair. Frankie trembled.
"You think they told the Father to post-pone your wedding boss?" Marco laughed.
"No, that was purely the Father. We shall see, tomorrow I want double the guard around the rehearsal area. Miry may try to run or A. my try some crap. Let the boys know, anyone in an A. uniform, or anyone try and touch those door handles tomorrow, they put a clip into them." Frankie nodded.
"Yes boss!" Frankie ran out of the room. Marco smirked. Coming to test me A.? Even you should tread lightly when dealing with a Mob boss. Marco laughed a hollow laugh.

Eleyon stood, mouth agape as he stared at the empty spot his house used to be.

"What the…" Eleyon blinked several times, watching in disbelief at its absence.

"How…it's…where is my house?" An old man hobbled up next to Eleyon. He turned his eyes to him.

"Ya lose sumpin youngin?" Eleyon shifted his eyes to where his house should be, back to the old man, back to the empty space and back again.

"My house?"

"What ya say? Ya lost a house? That's crazy talk youngin." Eleyon put his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah…guess so."

"So what's a young fella like yourself doin out here anyway?" Eleyon shrugged.

"Honestly, beats me."

"Ya know, you're an odd youngin."

"Heh, what makes you say that old man?" The man leaned on his cane.
"Ya standing here not knowin why claiming ya lost yer house." Eleyon scoffed, chuckling lightly.

"Starting to make me think I actually am crazy geezer. I know why I'm here, just don't know where to go to get where I need to be."

"Lost yer way eh? The heart and soul always lead the way. Listen to them speakin son, they'll guide you."

"Heh, whatever you say old timer." They stood, looking at the empty space.

"You have something you have to protect don't you?" he said after awhile. Eleyon gazed down at him, but didn't reply. "You can sense it in you. Read it off your face. If you've lost this person, I'm sure you have the power to get them back."

"What do you know? You don't even know me." The old man smiled.
"You as a person, no. Your passion for protecting this person, yes. Know this son, sometimes our infinite will, our own power, isn't enough. Sometimes you need the help of others, you need to do minor things to accomplish the big one. Sometimes doing things alone, is the greatest failure in protecting someone." Eleyon stood quiet. "Whelp, hope ya find what yer lookin for. Call old McBlatchey if ya need him." He started to wobble off on his cane. Eleyon stared at his invisible house.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to have some headphones would you?" The old man rubbed at his chin.

"Might have a pair laying around at home somewhere." The old man continued walking. Eleyon started after him, but stopped to look at the empty spot. The hell did my house go anyway…?

"Hurry up youngin."

"Hmph." Eleyon yawned, moving to follow after the old man.

"So…"

"Hmm?" Eleyon shifted his eyes to him.

"What's the Lass' name?"

"What?"

"The piece? The squeeze?" Eleyon gave him a look.

"And you call me crazy you stupid geezer. What are you on about?"

"The girl son. The girl you're protecting. What's her name?" Eleyon turned his head.

"You ask for her name before mine, kinda geezer are you?"

"Huh? Why would I ask for your name?" Eleyon grumbled.

"Why would you ask for her name? Hmph…its Enjoli."

"Ohhh!" the old man's eyes lit up. "Is she a honey with large squeezable breasts and perfect spank-able tushie with juicy lips and long hair! Yeah! Yeah!" Eleyon closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

"She's my sister you perverted old turd." A bead of sweat dropped down the man's face.

"I meant your dream girl of course."

"Yeah…whatever."

"Whelp, we're here!" The old man pointed at a vastly lopsided trailer.
"This is your…" Eleyon started but didn't finish as two bundles dove on top of him. "Ahhh…what the hell!"

"You Gotta help us!"

"Yeah!" The tangle of bodies squirmed.

"Get off me idiots!" Eleyon pushed his hands up against the mass on top of him. Surprisingly it was quite squishy and soft, sucking his fingers in even. "What the hell are you…" Bang! Bang! Eleyon got hit over the head several times.

"What…the…hell!"

"You dirty! Nasty! Pervert!" screamed one of the bundles while the other giggled.

"What's this!" the old man wailed. "Wonderful ladies in distress!" He tucked his hands in the tangled bodies, opening his hands and closing them around their breasts. His eyes lit up once more.

"Such Lusciousness!" Squeeze! "Round and juicy!" Squeeze, squeeze! "Succulent and soft!" Squeeze, squeeze!

"How dare you!" The girl started pounding her hands against Eleyon's face more while the other giggled uncontrollably.

"What the hell are you hitting me for?" A loud popping noise rang off as Eleyon exploded an air bubble around them, lifting everyone into the air and crashing to the dirty ground. Eleyon stood up, dusting himself off as he made a sour face. "The hell do you think you're doing?" The one that was shouting and hitting him, sat down pointing at him.
"Do you always grope girls that need help?" Eleyon scoffed.
"As if. I didn't grope you." The other girl giggled.

"Squeeze, Squeeze!" she held up her hands, opening and closing them. Eleyon sighed. Clearly a pair of idiots.

"Shush Blair!" She glared at Eleyon. "So decided you'd take a feel huh?" Eleyon glared back.
"No actually. Decided to get you off me to stop you reaching in my pockets trying to rob me."

"How dare you accuse me of such a thing!" They glared at each other.
"Now, now youngin. That's no way to treat pretty ladies." Eleyon crossed his arms."

"Whatever."

"What's your names?" The smaller, curly haired, chestier one squeaked up.
"I'm Blair!" she smiled wide. The other girl sighed, patting her straight hair.

"Claire."

"Nice to meet you young gals!" Eleyon grunted.
"What were you idiots trying to do?"

"Idiots?" Claire grumbled. "I'll have you know something was chasing us." Eleyon shifted his eyes to look into the darkness.

"You poor things!" The old man hugged onto them, squeezing tight. "Old McBlatchey's gonna…" Eleyon yanked him off.
"I don't see anything. More like running to your next pick pocket." Claire puffed up her cheeks.
"I'm not a thief you pervert!" Eleyon scrunched up his face.
"I'm not a pervert you thief!" They stared each other down.

"Hey, hey," Blair piped up, poking at Eleyon." How come your face looks so familiar?" Eleyon looked to the side. Claire leaned forward.
"He does look like I've seen him somewhere."

"Whatever. I'd never be caught hanging with you idiots." Blair wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against her, smushing him into her chest. Eleyon kicked and squirmed.

"Aww! You just need a hug!" Eleyon gasped as she crushed him in her surprisingly strong grip. Just as he began to gurgle a drop of rain splashed against Blair's forehead. "Oh?" She turned her eyes to the sky as the pelts of rain began to shower around them.

"I'm getting soaked!" Claire wailed, trying to protect herself from the water. Blair giggled.
"I like the rain." Eleyon moaned.
"Being…strangled."

"Oopsie!" Blair let him go.

"To the trailer!" the old man hobbled inside. Eleyon, Blair and Claire tailed after him. They all squeezed inside. Eleyon groaned.
"Why'd you come?" Claire's face was inches from Eleyon's.
"What were we supposed to stay out in the rain?"

"Hey old man! What's the idea with this cramped space?" Eleyon mumbled. Blair hugged onto Eleyon, smushing her boobs on his back.

"You smell good."

"Get off me!"

"I'm used to being the only one that's in here." The old man said, rubbing at the back of his head.
"Ahh!" Claire yelped, raising her hand to hit Eleyon.
"The heck I do?"

"Don't! Grab! My! Ass! PERVERT!" Eleyon raised his hands up to protect his face, his hands however ran smack into Claire's chest on the way up. "I applaud you for trying!" she said darkly, hitting him more.
"That was an accident!" Eleyon groaned through the barrage of slaps at his face. "Screw the headphones, I'm not worried about rain." Eleyon snagged himself out of Blair's grip, making her groan in distaste. He shoved open the door and stumbled out into the rain, his clothes quickly getting soaked. Blair waved her hands at him.

"Come back inside Mr. smell nice cutie face!" Eleyon stuffed his hands in his pockets, starting to walk off. Claire bit her lip.
"You'll catch a cold standing in the rain," she called to him.

"You should be happy to be rid of the 'pervert'." Claire pouted.

"I guess I was a bit mean…but." Claire said to Blair.

"I think he was nice," she replied.

"Hey, you girls are all wet. Let's get you some dry clothes and kip on the couch!" the old man said with glee.

"Sure!" Blair called out. Claire made a face, watching Eleyon's retreating back fade into the darkness, the sound of rain pounding harder. Hope he's ok. Claire crossed her arms, turning to Blair, who was bouncing around on the couch while the old man scooted against her.

"Seems like this was the perv all along." She sighed.

Eleyon groaned as his wet bangs hit against his forehead and cheeks. His thighs burned from walking but he kept going. Need somewhere to sleep for the night. Eleyon yawned. Perverted old man and those idiot thieves. He leaned his head back, looking up into the sky as the rain crashed against his skin and rolled down his face. Through the dark clouds, the lights of Avallone still shone bright. I'll come get you Enjoli.

"Hey there young one." Eleyon lowered his head, directing his attention to the voice. "Are you lost?" Eleyon shook his head. "Do you have a place to stay till the rain stops?" Eleyon surveyed the man. Preacher? Or something of the sort.

"You can stay in the Church till morning. I'll have to get you up quite early though." Eleyon shifted, walking over to the man.
"You offer shelter to a complete stranger? Why?" The preacher smiled.

"Spread kindness in order for kindness to be spread."

"Be kind to someone you don't even know?" Eleyon laughed. "Yeah sure." They walked into the Church. The preacher pushed the large Oak doors closed and turned to Eleyon, extending his hand.
"Father Barkley, and you?" Eleyon stood still for awhile, before lifting a wet hand and lightly shaking his hand.

"Eleyon. So, have something planned in the morning? It's not a Sunday tomorrow so I know there's no service." Eleyon sat on a bench, his boots squeaking on the marble floor. Father Barkley smiled.

"A wedding rehearsal actually." Eleyon snapped his gaze to him. "Ah, the joys of love, eh?"

"Yeah…" Eleyon mumbled. "So, who's the lucky couple?" Father Barkley walked around, lighting candles to illuminate the room.

"Marco and his mysterious bride." Marco….
"Mysterious bride?"

"I have yet to see the woman. Marco says she's deathly shy." Eleyon chuckled. More like held captive somewhere. At least she's alive.

"Well Father," Eleyon started, pulling his beanie over his eyes as he leaned back. "Sounds like you'll finally see the lovely lady tomorrow."

"Indeed I shall." Father Barkley sat on the bench across from Eleyon, smiling up at the statue of Keiyzo. "How about you Eleyon?"

"Hmm?" Eleyon grunted.

"Do you have someone you love and wish to be united with?" Eleyon laughed, making Father Barkley glance at him.
"Afraid not Father. I'm not a likable guy if you get my drift." The Father smiled.

"I see." He turned back up to the statue.

"And what about you Father? Got yourself a lady?"

"Yes I do. A wife and a lovely daughter."

"Heh, how touching."

"I love them very much."

"Thought you types weren't supposed to love anyone but Keiyzo." Father Barkley laughed.
"Those are monks." They sat quiet for awhile, the soft flickering of the candle light mixed with Eleyon's light exhales and the patter of rain. The Father assumed he'd drifted to sleep. Your heart's a bit confused, but you'll be alright. Father Barkley smiled as he rose to his feet.
"Say Father," Eleyon said quietly. Father Barkley turned, startled a bit.

"Yes?"

"If someone took your daughter away, how far would you go to get her back?" The Father pondered the odd question.

"To the ends of the stars." The corner of Eleyon's mouth rose.

"Would you be able to kill the ones that did it?" Father Barkley let out a breath.

"I cannot speak for how I would react in that state of mind, but I can say that all people deserve a second chance."

"Even if that person was a murderer? His mind ripped up by psychotic thoughts of death? Someone that would forever challenge you to fight for your survival? To what ends does one lose that right to a second chance?"

"I suppose when one loses contact with heart and soul."

"And how do you determine if they have?"

"That child, is still an unanswered question. Sleep well Eleyon." Eleyon nodded his head. Interesting fellow, The father thought as closed the doors to his chambers.

Father Barkley pushed against the doors, walking out into the grand hall.

"Eleyon…" the bench was vacant of his presence. Father Barkley walked over to the bench, picking up a piece of paper.

Yo Father, Thanks for the shelter, and the talk. Take care of that daughter of yours. To the ends of the stars right? I'm a witness to you saying it.

Eleyon

Father Barkley smiled. I shall, I shall. A clock chimed, causing the Father to look up.

"Oh my, it's nearly time." He scurried off.

Miry sat, head down, facing the floor. No sound came from her as she stared blankly at nothing. Dark…everything…dark. Even with the ability to see…it's…dark. A clang sounded on the door. Miry expected a food tray, but the actual door opened. Her eyes squinted from the sudden exposure to the light.

"Get up. Gotta get you cleaned and ready for your wedding rehearsal." So…it's finally that day…

"Wait…rehearsal?" Miry said raspy.

"Wedding got post-pone by the Father. Let's go!" the guy tugged her to her feet. Miry stumbled weakly as if she'd forgotten how to walk. Her eyes burned from the light, so intense after bathing in darkness for so long. Miry was thrown down into a chair, with a large mirror in front of it. She was too weak to even gasp at her sunken faced appearance. She wanted to look around, find out exactly where she was but the state of how she looked kept her distracted. Her tidy hair now stringy and dirty all over her face, the stains of tears on her sunken cheeks.

"Oh dear!" a woman just entered the room to the sight of Miry. "You are in a right mess aren't you?" Miry remained silent. "I'll get you fixed up." The woman bustled around the room, grabbing up different materials.

"Water…" Miry moaned weakly.
"What's that dear?"

"Wa…ter…" Miry groaned from the pain in her dry throat.

'Oh! Of course." The woman poured her a glass, hesitating at the sight of Miry's shaking hands. "Sure you got it dear?" she asked, as Miry took the glass and downed it.

"More…please." The woman's eyebrows furrowed.

"Sure." She filled the cup again and once more, Miry drained its contents and asked for more. After the sixth cup the woman's mouth was hanging open.

"Are you pregnant?" Miry shook her head, energy returning to her body.

"Of course not. I was just thirsty."

"Clearly." The woman pushed Miry's head down into the sink. Miry let out a sigh as the warm water touched her scalp. It felt so soothing after nothing but the darkness, the endless tears. The woman caressed her fingers through Miry's hair, rubbing shampoo into it.

"So," she said giddily. "Excited?" Miry took awhile to answer.

"About what?"

"Being married of course." Miry didn't say anything, this didn't seem to bother the woman, she kept talking.

"I saw him, he's waiting for you out front. What a guy!"

"You've no idea."

"Marriage is such…such an amazing thing!" Miry rolled her eyes. She was happy once the woman started blow drying her hair, Miry couldn't hear her over the sound of the blower. The woman picked up a brush and comb.

"How do you like your hair?"

"I'd like to do it myself." The woman looked hurt.

"Oh ok…well." Miry snatched up the brush and comb from her.

"Thank you!" Miry stroked the brush down her hair, brushing for awhile till she was satisfied. She then slide the teeth of the comb through her locks, straightening them. She pulled some hair over the right side of her face and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. The glow of her natural looking self smiling back at her. Miry rose from the chair, spotting a piece of gum on the counter.

"Lucky, lucky day!" she scooped it up and put it in her pocket, walking outside into the bright street. She had no time to enjoy it as heavy arms wrapped around her slender waist.

"Looking beautiful as usual." Miry could only grunt in effort to not say something rude. Marco held the door open for her and very reluctantly, she clambered inside, putting as much space between them as she could. Miry stared out the window, watching everything flicker by as they drove.

She thought about her parents, wondered if they were alright.

"Here," Miry shifted her eyes as Marco lay a piece of paper in her lap.

"What's this?"

"Vows to each other. Go ahead and read it, try to memorize it." Miry picked the paper up in her left hand, resting her chin on her right hand. Her face fell drastically as she began to read.

Marco, I love you with every ounce of my soul. I promise to nourish you and love you. To provide you with happiness and bear your children. To be your friend, your lover and your wife. To understand you as I'm by your side always. Till death do us part.

Miry lay the paper back in her lap to resume looking out the window.

"Why was it post-pone anyway?" She asked.

"The Father wished us to hold rehearsals first." Miry didn't respond. "Don't worry babe. I'm ready for the wedding too, don't get overexcited ok?" He reached to stroke her cheek, Miry brushed his hand away.

"Wasn't I supposed to write my own vows?" Marco laughed, pulling her unwillingly closer to him.

"I can read the waves of your heart. I knew what you would write." He kissed her neck and trailed his lips lower. Miry made a look of displeasure.

"Stop…"

"It's been awhile since I smelt you, touched you."

"That's your own fault…"

"Boss, we're here." Miry sighed in relief as Marco moved away from her and opened the door tugging her out and wrapping his arm tight around her waist. Think I'll run hmm? Marco walked her up the steps, turning to his goons as they reached the top.

"No one comes in till we come out."

"Got it boss." Marco tugged the doors open, letting Miry in first as he stepped in after her and closed the oak doors. As horrid as the situation was, Miry couldn't help but find herself blown away by the Churches beauty. The marble floors and stone pillars. The painting and etchings over the walls and ceiling.

"Nice isn't it? I scored a deal on this place cause we run this district." Miry ignored him.

"Welcome!" a small man with a large smile greeted them.

"Father Barkley! How are you?"

"Fine, fine indeed. And is this the darling lady?" Miry smiled weakly as the Father took her hand in his. "It is a pleasure to meet a woman of such beauty." Miry flushed.

"Nice to meet you as well."

"I see you are as shy as your fiancée said you are. He was right to hide such a woman. Well then, shall we start?"

"Of course father." The father guided them up to the altar. Miry couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach, standing here with Marco of all people.

"So Marco will march down the aisle. At which we will then have the bride march. I will start the ceremony. You will each say vows and be happily married." He smiled brightly. Happily? Miry thought. Who said anything about happy? Isn't the pain readable on my face?

"Miry child, why don't you go back and walk up the aisle to the altar. Try it out a few times." Miry nodded slowly, walking back to the oak doors. As the benches went by she thought of running, but Marco's goons were right outside the door. She wouldn't get far, Miry sighed. Trying to fight back the tears of sadness. She turned around and began the march up to the altar, to the waiting Marco. There was no escape, no good could exist in the world for a man like this to be so sick and prevail. Miry stopped and turned to face Marco, the tears building up in her eyes.

Marco smiled, clearly mistaking them for tears of happiness. As the Father's voice began to boom, Miry's mind went blank. She couldn't help but think of the dream she'd had of the man being sent to save her. The fact that there was no way out slowly sinking in to every fiber of her being. She felt numb and sick enough to vomit where she stood. She could only slightly feel the tears run down her cheeks. Hear the drone of Marco's cocky voice as he finished his vows, see them look to her as her time to read hers came. Miry lifted the paper shakily, looking at the words through blurred vision from her crying. Light suddenly flashed over her face as the oak doors flew open with a crash, Marco's body guards sliding along the floor. Miry stood in confusion as Marco's growl filled the room, the Father looking on in bewilderment. The silhouette of a boy standing in the doorway.

What's he doing? She saw Marco move down off the altar, reaching in the back of his pants. Miry's eyes widened as she came back to life, Marco was going kill this boy.

"No!" she screamed. As the banging noise sounded off. Miry closed her eyes as a large gust of wind hit her face, ruffling her hair. Marco…how could you…a boy. The tears once more. So many tears, Miry crumpled to her knees. Felt the hand on her shoulder. Marco was still going to make her do this after that? The Father couldn't possibly let this go on. Miry felt herself being shaken, she wanted to ignore Marco, make everything go away, but it wasn't Marco's voice that called to her.
"Hey, get up already. Jeez." Miry shifted her eyes up to see the face of a boy. A beanie matting his hair around his face.

"You? I saw you get…"

"Eleyon?" Miry turned to look at the Father. The boy put his hands in his pockets.

"Yo Father."

"What in heaven's name are you doing boy? How did you…?"

"You told me you'd do anything for your daughter. What if you didn't have the power to do it?"

"I…I…"

"This girl is someone's daughter. Taken by a thug and being forced to marry him." Father Barkley looked at the heap that was Marco. "That's why you haven't seen her up until now. He had her locked away somewhere. I used this moment when I knew he'd have to drag her out to get her back." Miry stared up at the boy in utter disbelief. Waiting for this moment…?

"I had no idea…I…" the Father stammered.

"I am the power to bring her back. Even if that means going to the ends of the stars." Eleyon turned to look at Marco. "So father. How do I decide if this man deserves a second chance or not?" Father Barkley's eyes shifted around frantically. Miry slowly rose to her feet, gazing down at Marco.

"I saw him shoot you….how…?"

"Huh?" Eleyon turned to her.

"He shot you."

"Naw. I exploded a wind pocket at his chest. Blew the air out of his lungs and made him pass out." Eleyon shrugged.

"You what?"

"Nothing." Eleyon trudged over to Marco, taking a hand out his pocket.

"Why are you here? What…are you?" Miry asked, moving to follow him, inspecting if Marco was really unconscious. She stared at Eleyon. Taking in his clothes and age. There was no way he could be from A.. He wore a white long sleeve shirt, the sleeve torn off the right armed side. Several wrist bands donned this right wrist with a fingerless glove. Long black pants and black boots. A necklace around his neck. Most interesting though were the lines that seemed imprinted into his skin. They were like a beautifully woven design in his very skin. Eleyon shrugged.

"They sent me to get you." Eleyon mumbled, as his hand caught fire. Miry's eyes grew wide.

"You know how to use the codes? That's illegal." Eleyon shrugged again.

"Whatever. Saved you didn't it?"

"Eleyon!" Father Barkley called. Eleyon and Miry turned to look at him. "You're powerful child. Spare this man his second chance."

"Hmph." Eleyon stared at Marco for awhile before he stood up, the flame vanishing from his hand. "Whatever." He put his hands back into his pockets and walked toward the door. Miry stared down at Marco, disbelief drawn all over her face. What just happened? What should I do now? Run? Marco will be upset now, he'll hunt me and that boy…Eleyon. Miry turned her gaze to Eleyon's retreating back. Marco will kill him for sure next time.

"Hey," Eleyon called out. "You coming? I'm supposed to take you back with me."

"Um…yes." Miry stepped over Marco's body, looking back to wave at the still shocked face of Father Barkley. Miry jogged up behind him, glancing around at the bodies of Marco's men scattered about.

"You did this?" she said in surprise. He didn't reply. "What's your name again?" she scurried up beside him, looking him in the face. Eleyon sighed and turned to look at her.

"Eleyon."

"I'm Miry."

"I know."

"Oh." They remained quiet as they walked up the street. Miry's mind was buzzing. The mysterious man…well boy, really came.

"So you knew the Father?" Eleyon laughed.
"I actually ran into him on accident last night," he rubbed at his head. "He mentioned the wedding so I thought I'd hang around. I saw you walk inside so decided to crash the party." Miry blinked at him for awhile as they continued walking.
"Where are we going anyway?"

"Avallone." Miry's face screwed up in thought as she turned her gaze up at the sky, looking at the floating city.

"That's so far away…how will we get there?"

"A transport."

"How'd you get one of those?" Eleyon let out a breath.

"From A.."

"Oh! You work for them? Is that why you know magic?"

"Kinda. The work for them part I mean." Miry pulled out the piece of gum, popping it into her mouth and chewing. She had no reason to really be happy, but nonetheless, she was. Walking down the street with a complete stranger who had just rescued her from a forced marriage with a crime lord. She felt so…free.

"So how'd you learn magic then?" Eleyon looked at her out the corner of his eye.

"You're a chatter box aren't you?" Miry's face flushed.

"Sorry. I've just been locked up for so long, it's just been me…so…yeah."

"Heh. It's not magic." Miry looked at him, waiting for more but he didn't say anything.

"Hey…Eleyon. Can we stop by my parents house before you take me…to um Avallone?" Eleyon raised an eyebrow.

"Don't think so. I already called the transport."

"Oh…" Miry looked down at her feet, her black boots kicking up light dust around her feet. "Just I haven't seen them in days. I want them to know I'm ok." Eleyon sighed, looking at her glum expression. Why'd it have to be an emotional girl. Stupid Alliwyn.

"Fine, fine." Miry smiled.

"Really?"

"Sure, sure. Just make it quick." Miry nodded.

"Well come on then!" Eleyon made a face. Sleep sounds good right now.

"Wait, we can walk jeez."

"You're the one that said be quick."

"I meant when we got there." Miry smiled. She couldn't help but feel good, safe knowing Eleyon was there. But most of all, she felt free.

Marco grunted, rolling onto his side to look up at the ceiling of the Church. His breaths came in rasps.

"Boss! Are you alright?"

"Miry…where is she?"

"Gone boss. With that freak." Marco slowly rose to a sitting position.

"Yo Boss," one of the guards pushed the Father towards Marco. "The Father saw which way they were headed." Marco's gaze leveled with the quivering Barkley.

"Father…which way?"

"Marco…leave the girl be. Keiyzo will forgive you…if…" Marco picked up his gun and blew a bullet into Father Barkley's knee cap. A wail of agony pierced the air as Father Barkley fell to the ground.

"Which way Father?"

"To…the west."

"Call the men. Fan out and find her. Have people guarding the exits to the city." A guard pulled out a COM.

"On it boss." Marco stood up, loading the gun again.

"Who the hell was that bastard?"

"A. trained guy maybe."

"Fucking A. wants to cross me huh?" Marco growled, stuffing the gun in the back of his pants and walking to the door.
"Boss, where are you going?"

"Do what I told you, I'll be back." Marco jumped down the stairs, climbing on a hover bike and speeding down the street. Miry, I told you, you're mine!

Eleyon and Miry rounded a corner, Miry skipping about as Eleyon followed, hands behind his head.

"You're way to chipper." He grumbled. She turned to him, grinning as she walked backwards.

"You would be too had you been in my situation." Eleyon shrugged.

"I'd have just slept. Probably would have enjoyed it." Miry popped her gum and made a face.
"You seem like all you do is sleep, you've been yawning this whole time." Eleyon yawned.

"What you say?" Miry rolled her eyes.

"Nothing."

"We almost there yet?" Miry pointed down the street.

"That's my place right there." Eleyon nodded. Miry gazed around at the familiar houses. She remembered running around as a little girl, bounding about with her friends, playing hide and seek. Miry giggled.

"What are you giggling about?" Eleyon mumbled.

"Wanna see something cool?" Eleyon raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, sure." Miry lifted the hair out her face, uncovering her other eye. Eleyon watched her eyes glint and flicker from its natural purple color to a metallic gray. Eleyon's forehead scrunched up.

"What'd you do?" Miry giggled as she looked at Eleyon.
"I changed my vision."

"Changed your vision?"

"Yup! I can see your skeleton."

"Ooookay." Eleyon said.

"Pretty neat huh? I can see in all types. Thermal, Ultra violet, x-ray, telescopic, energy code. Tons" Eleyon gazed at her eyes.

"Pretty interesting, I must admit. How's it work?" Miry's eyes faded to their original color.

"I simply have to think of that sight, close my eyes and reopen them, and boom. Or at least that's how I think it works." She shrugged. Eleyon trudged up the steps to her house. "See!" Miry closed her eyes for a second, opening them to reveal a deep orange.

"Lemme guess, that's thermal?" Miry nodded, gazing at him. Eleyon laughed and turned to knock on the door.

'Its open!" a voice called out. Mom! Miry smiled, gazing over her house, she could see Eleyon's heated body, and three other bodies in the house. Three…? Miry stared at the third figure, her mouth falling open as she recognized the shape.

"Eleyon wait!" the door slid open.

"What now loser? The eye thing I get it alre…" Blood spray from Eleyon's mouth and chest as the bullets tore into him. Miry trembled in shock as some of it hit her face. Her mother's scream tore the air. Eleyon's body fell to the ground, rolling down the steps and coming to a halt face down on the ground, his blood coating the dirt. Marco walked to the door, grinning as he gazed down at the body.

"Teach you to challenge me A.." Miry stumbled back, turning to look down at Eleyon and the puddle growing under him.

"What have you done…?" Miry stammered. She ran down, checking for Eleyon's REC to read his vitals, but he didn't have one. "What the…"

"Move!" Marco said, walking down the steps, pulling out another clip and reloading the gun.

"He's already dying! Leave him alone, just take me."

"Nope. A. needs to be taught a lesson. I RUN these parts, not them. I'm gonna barbeque this freak and send his ashes to Avallone in a cup!" Marco pressed the gun to the back of Eleyon's head. Miry grabbed onto him.

"Marco, no!"

"Get off dumb bitch!" he flung her through the air. Miry landed with a thud, rolling across the ground. Her father ran down the steps, a bat in hand. Marco spun and fired the gun, an explosion sounding off as Miry's father caught fire.

"Papa!" Miry stumbled to her feet, falling back to the ground and clutching her ankle. It's sprained… Miry looked up as her father fell to the ground. The smell of his burnt flesh invading her nostrils, pieces of his body crumbled to dust. Marco laughed.

"Stay out of my way jackass."

"Hey…" Marco turned to who addressed him. He laughed loudly at the sight of a bloody Eleyon standing slumped over in front of him.

"Seriously? Oh I'm gonna enjoy the hell out of this!" Eleyon… Miry looked on with wide eyes. The lines all over Eleyon's body were glowing faintly.

"You ruined my shirt…" Marco laughed, raising the gun.

"Fuck are you? A firefly? Gonna glow me to death? I'm gonna ruin your life next." The ripping noise tore the air once more as Marco fired the gun, but Eleyon wasn't there. "Tha fuck?"

A fist slammed into Marco's face, the sound of his nose cracking against the knuckles. Marco wailed, firing again. Eleyon dipped underneath the shot, grabbing onto the shooting hand to brace the arm as he raised his palm up into Marco's elbow, breaking his arm at the joint. Marco roared in agony, the gun clattering to the ground. Marco swung a hook at Eleyon's hip, connecting and causing Eleyon to cough blood, stumbling backwards. Marco rushed him, slamming his shoulder into Eleyon's chest, lifting him off his feet and soaring through the air, bouncing off the ground and rolling to a stop, blood leaking from him.

Marco toppled over to him, his broken arm limp at his side, the blood from his nose trickling over his face and into the spaces between his teeth.

"You little fucker!" Eleyon clawed at the ground, dragging himself away from Marco. "You ruin my wedding! You try to steal my wife, break my nose and my arm! Who the hell are you to challenge me?" Eleyon reached for a fence post, tugging himself to his feet and leaning against it.

"Names Eleyon, you oversized jackass." Eleyon pushed himself away from the fence, wind beginning to swirl around him. As it picked up speed, Eleyon lit a hand on fire and stuck it in the growing tornado. Instead of putting out the flame, the tornado caught fire, becoming a whirling blaze. Marco's eyes widened.

"You fucking freak! Hell are you doing?"

"You already know. It's the same thing you did with your bullets. I'm manipulating the energy codes around me."

"Bitch! You can't kill me! Not with fire!" Marco ran at him in rage, his own body taking on an orange shine before lighting on fire. Eleyon smirked.

"Shouldn't have ruined my shirt." Miry crawled over to the blackened corpse of her father, her mother crying over it. Miry's eyes stayed on Eleyon, bloody and damaged, yet shining so bright. So defiant, so free. As Marco neared the blazing tornado Miry turned away, determined to not see anyone burn again, not even Marco. A loud crash, the sound of splinting wood, a grunt, a yell of pain, silence. Eleyon…?

Miry looked over to see the tornado gone, the fence destroyed, and the heaps of Eleyon and Marco on the ground, littered with debris.

"Eleyon!" Miry pulled herself to her feet, falling back to the ground. She bit down hard, standing once more to limp over to the mess. She fell to her knees, pushing away what she could. Eleyon's eyes were wide open, a grin at the corner of his bloody mouth. Miry trailed her eyes down his body. The several holes from the bullet wounds, a plank of wood lodged in his left thigh. Miry turned away, spotting Marco laying face down, several planks sticking up in his back.

Miry closed her eyes, opening them to reveal the deep orange, she looked over Eleyon's body, seeing the body heat ebb away from it. Miry covered her mouth with her hands. No…he's dead. Then Eleyon coughed.

"Eleyon?" more coughing, blood. "Are you ok? Let me get the plank out your leg."

"Naw leave it." Eleyon choked.

"What happened? The tornado?" Eleyon laughed weakly.

"So bothersome. I was wounded and couldn't sustain it…it faded right before he ran into me," Eleyon sputtered. "I sprayed the top of his head with water instead, and dropped my elbow on his skull." Miry looked over at Marco.
"Eleyon…"

"What?"

"You know magic…" Miry gazed at the blackened corpse of her father.

"I told you already loser…it's," Eleyon coughed blood. "Not magic…."

"Well, can you use whatever it is, to bring my dad back?" Eleyon laughed. "It's not funny!" Eleyon stopped, a look of seriousness on his wounded face.

"I can't. I'm not adapt at healing. Besides…the thug roasted him…I'd need your dad's DNA code to heal or revive him." Miry's eyes flooded with tears.

"I see..." her mother crumpled over her father's body.

"Man…" Eleyon said quietly. "I'm freaking sleepy…"

"Don't go to sleep. You've lost a lot of blood…" something stuck itself into Miry's neck. "What is…" She ran her hands against her skin, feeling the dart stuck into her. Her eyes fluttered and closed as she crumpled to the ground.

"All targets down sir." Ryota's laugh pierced the air as he walked over to Eleyon, cracking his back. He kneeled down beside Eleyon's battered frame.

"Look at you Neovo. That was pretty amazing. Now…don't go dying on me. That right has been given to me only." Ryota patted Eleyon's cheek. He pulled the COM out Eleyon's pocket, dialing the code for pick up and tossing it aside.

"Lay the girl and Eleyon in plain view for pick up. Get rid of the bodies and we vanish."

"Yes sir." Ryota cracked his back again, turning back to look at Eleyon as one of the soldiers yanked the plank out his leg. Now I know that you aren't invincible Niviniti. Even you have limits. Ryota smirked, lighting a cig and puffing it as he walked to his cruiser.

Miry's eyes slowly opened, her eye lids were so heavy, this proved to be a task to keep them open. She felt a lurch through her body as she pressed up against straps. A transport? But… Miry forced her eyes to remain open. She was riding in the cabin of a transport. Miry grazed her fingers over her neck. No dart…

"Papa…Mom…" Eleyon! Miry looked around, spotting a stiff form, laying on a supporter to keep him from moving, leg in a splint. Miry's eyes flashed orange, surveying Eleyon's body. Heat was billowing from it. Miry lay her head back and sighed in relief. He's alive… Miry rubbed at her ankle, it was wrapped in a brace.

"Ahhh, sprained ankle…" Miry looked around the ship. We must be going to Avallone then. I wonder why they want me there. The COM flickered on. Miry jumped slightly.

"We're nearing the base. Strap up." Miry hugged onto her straps, looking over at Eleyon, trying to see if he was secure as the ship rocked heavily. Miry closed her eyes. For once, I think I want to sleep…just like Eleyon. Miry smiled as she drifted off to sleep.