"Stop! Thief!" Abyssa ran as fast as her legs would carry her, snickering as she stuffed the bread she had taken from the merchant into her bottomless bag, her staff flying next to her, Purrcy snatching a few guilders here and there. As a pirate cat, he had paws that you couldn't even feel, they were soft. Abyssa called him back to her and ran faster than ever before until she was finally out of Al Mamoon. She kept running until she was almost at Castaway Cove, and saw someone. She smirked, then jumped onto her staff that was gliding next to her and caught up with the man.
"Hello there!" She greeted lightly. He looked at her, confused.
"Hi?" He said. She looked at him curiously.
"You seem familiar, have I stolen from you before?" He smirked.
"I highly doubt it. No one ever steals from me."
"Really?" She said, sliding off her staff and grabbing it, using it as a walking stick. "Even your Pickpocket Pistol?"
"Yes, especially my-" he stopped and looked at her as she held it up. "Hey!" He snatched it back. "You're good." Then they stopped and he held out his hand. "I'm Swaine." She shook it.
"Abyssa." As they walked towards Castaway Cove, Abyssa studied Swaine.
"You know, Swaine, you seem awfully familiar. Can I see your palm?" He gave her a strange look.
"My palm? Excuse me?" She ignored him and studied the palm of his hand.
"Oh dear. Oh dear dear dear." She muttered. He became concerned and leaned it to try and see what she was seeing.
"What's wrong? What do you see?" Then she pushed his hand up and it smacked himself in the forehead. "Ow! What was that for?"
"A laugh." She said, chuckling. "But, I did see something interesting. Where're you from, Swaine?" His face turned red.
"Oh, uh, someplace. You wouldn't know where it was." She snickered.
"Really? Because I know something that you don't. I know that you have a dirty little secret!" He gasped.
"What secret?" She danced around him playfully, clearly enjoying herself.
"Just, a small boy, walking away from Hamelin. And a little girl, walking towards Hamelin. And I believe that that little boy is you..." she leaned in close to his ear to whisper. "...Prince Gascon." Swaine pushed her away and looked at her in astonishment.
"How'd you know that!? Who are you!?" He shouted. She smiled coyly.
"I was that little girl, that you walked all the way to Hamelin, and believed that you would never see again." He studied her, then smiled.
"Harmony." He said. She grinned.
"Hello Gascon." Then the two thieves walked through the woods together, not quite going into Castaway Cove yet. The two of them told each other of their adventures, laughing and joking like old friends.
"What I don't understand is how you look so young! We were the same age when we met, and yet you don't look a day over nineteen! And that was fifteen years ago!" Swaine exclaimed.
"I used a Breach Time spell to come eight years in the future. I'm waiting someone so that I may come out hiding soon." Swaine tilted his head.
"Why are you hiding?" She looked around, then pulled him into a nearby tree and spoke in a low voice.
"When I was thirteen, I went with the Great Sage Alicia to defeat Shadar. I had helped her cast her own Breach Time spell so that she could find Shadar's soul mate and help him. But Shadar had cut connections with his soul mate and she had to find the new one. I stayed behind and tried to defeat Shadar myself, but he was much more powerful than I thought. So as he did a spell, I cast Breach Time and made him think I died. I'm trying to keep it low key until his soul mate, the Pure Hearted One, comes to our world and defeats him. I want to be there when I watch that bastard finally fall!" Swaine listened to the story intently, his eyes wide.
"Wow! You and Alicia must be the only people to face Shadar and survive!" He said. She nodded.
"Yes, but I'm trying to hide until the Pure Hearted One comes to Ni No Kuni." Then she sighed and stretched out. "So, your piggyness, what're you doing by Castaway Cove?" He shuffled his feet.
"I've got to get back to Hamelin. Marcassin needs my help and I promised him I'd come whenever he needed me." Abyssa's eyes widened, but she said nothing. The two thieves sat in silence for a little bit, then Abyssa spoke.
"Perhaps we should stay together. Surely we'll come across the Pure Hearted One, and while we wait we can go to Hamelin. I am very excited to meet the little brother of the Lost Prince." Swaine chuckled again.
"Alright, but we need to stick out thieving names." Then he stuck out his hand, grinning. "Hi, I'm Swaine, a thief with no restraint." She smiled back and shook his hand.
"Hello Swaine. I'm Abyssa, a witch thief." Then the two of them went to Castaway Cove to see about getting a boat to Autumnia, stopping by the the Cat's Cradles to get bathing suits. Swaine went for a pair of green shorts, and unbuttoned orange shirt, and green flip flops. Abyssa went for a black skirt that had strings to tighten it with beads on the end, and a black top that didn't have sleeves and went halfway down her back. She felt bare, as of these days she went around walking barefoot with a black dress that reached her ankles in the back and knees in the front and a brown jacket that she pinned in the front and had a brown belt around her middle. Then the two of them walked out into the blazing sun, when Abyssa saw him. The Pure Hearted One! She knew him from the minute she laid eyes on him! He looked just like Alicia! She turned to tell Swaine this, when she saw him running off with a huge gold pot.
"Stop! Thief!" The merchant shouted. Abyssa rolled her eyes, but using her staff like a flying broomstick and gliding on it like a surfboard, followed Swaine. When she reached him, she found him trying to open the pot. She went up and smacked him in the back of his head.
"Fool!" She shouted. "I found the Pure Hearted One, and then you steal and make me have to chase you down? Idiot!" Then she saw the pot more closely. "By the Ancients! That's a cauldron!" She went over and inspected it more closely. Swaine stared at her curiously.
"A cauldron? Like, for wizards?" She nodded.
"Yes! Oh and its a beauty!" Then we saw, the Pure Hearted One! There was some blonde girl and a little fairy next to him.
"Dammit!" Swaine said.
"There's no escape!" The young boy, the Pure Hearted One, shouted.
"Give back what you stole!" added the blonde girl
"What I stole? What are you on about?" Swaine demanded. Abyssa smacked her forehead.
"What do you mean what am I on about?" The blonde girl stomped her foot. "That great big pot, of course!" Swaine looked to Abyssa, who sighed.
"Give it to them, idiot. Its less trouble." He snickered and lifted up the pot.
"Yeah, what do we want with this useless piece of rubbish? If you want it, it yours!" Then he threw it to them, the Pure Hearted One and the blonde girl catching it. Then Swaine and Abyssa ran away from them. "See ya!"
(Can I just say, I heard the name Abyssa from another fanficton, which was really cool. But the Abyssa in that fanfiction is trying to kill Swaine for stealing something from her. I just thought that was a bit interesting and ironic. Here's the link to that fanfic if you want to read it. s/10295142/1/Mystery-of-the-Drifter Also, I went back and I fixed it if you can't tell. I had to do this before with Chapter 5, I just didn't repost it yet.