Start, Chapter 8.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Fayt slowly got up, and opened his eyes. They weren't frozen anymore.

She looked at him muchmore than he wanted her to, and he blushed.

"My, you are a very interesting creature!" she smiled.

"Wh-Who are you?" he asked.

"Oh," she fumbled. "How rude of me!"

She got up and picked up a bowl. It had a spoon in it used for crushing up medicine.

Whille she was crushing she continued to talk. "I am not a human, you see, I am a…"

Fayt sneezed. His head flew forward, and his eyes watered enourmously.

She laughed. "My! That was very odd."

Fayt wiped his nose. "It wasn't odd," he explained. " I just sneezed…"

She looked at him oddly. "I'd better get this medicine ready right away, then."

Fayt watched her work slowly, and with care. "So what happened to me?"

She stopped working. "What happened to you?" she echoed. "Hmm…" she started to walk and Fayt followed her.

"You may not know what happened, but you do know that you are alive, do you not?" she said this very wisely. "You shouldn't be walking. You are in no condition to."

"But I feel fine," Fayt said as he moved around. He stretched to show her that he was okay.

"Ah," she continued. "It is your heart that needs this medicine. It needs to settle down and remain at a normal pace," she said.

"But.." Fayt continued. "I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand," she said. "You just have to settle down and think over what you've accomplished and what you've yet to face."

Fayt looked at her very trustingly, and decided to take her advice. Who was she? He thought. She wasn't a human, at least that's what she said she wasn't… And how did she not know what a sneeze was? Usually, creatures that aren't humans are more intellegent to the human body. So— Ugh… This is way too confusing.

The 'woman' gave the bowl to Fayt after she had added water to it and had stirred it. "Now," she said. "Drink up."

Fayt looked inside the bowl. "I'm supposed to drink this?" he said in discust.

"It will make you feel better—" she stopped. "No, it will make your heart feel better."

Fayt wasn't sure if he could trust this 'woman'. For one thing, he didn't even know what she was, second, he didn't know if she was with him or against him, and third…. Did she know how to prepare medicine properly?

"This could kill me!" Fayt thought. "I don't want to take any unnesecary chances!"

Fayt shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I just cant drink this—"

The woman lifted the bowl up into his mouth and forced him to drink it. After he was finished, he gasped and grabbed his throat.

"…I knew…this wasn't ….a good…idea," he panted.

"Oh, pish posh," the woman grumbled. "Nothing bad will happen!"

"That's easy for you to say!" Fayt yelled. "How do you know this isn't some medicine for non-human creatures!"

"Ah-ah-ah!" she wagged her finger. "You need to rest. It is time you settled down and thought about what—"

"I know that!" Fayt said. "But how is that supposed to help me?"

"All you need is time."

Fayt settled down and thought, "Ah forget it… I might as well do what she says. Who knows, maybe when I wake up I'll feel good as new…"

"Now," she continued. "You'll sleep for prescisley 4 days—"

" 4 DAYS!" Fayt screamed.

"Hush, child!" the woman yapped. "You must calm down before the medicine starts to act defectivley!"

Fayt calmed down; still with a steamed side. "…" he hesitated and calmed down a bit before he spoke. "…Fine."

"Then, like I said, you will sleep for 4 days, with no interuptions, sudden wake-ups, or disturbing nightmares…" she continued. "All you have to do is relax."

"Alright," Fayt said calmly. "Sounds easy enough."

"This is not a game—" she stopped. "Did I catch your name by chance?"

Fayt laughed a little. "No," he said. "And my name is Fayt."

"Ah," she laughed. "What a very nice name…"

"Oh," he realized. "What's your name?"

She hesitated to answer him. "Well…"

Fayt waited eagerly for her answer. " I…I don't have a name," she continued. "I don't have a real name."

"But…is there something that people call you?" Fayt asked.

The woman hesitated. "Yes."

"What is it?"

" 'That thing'," she relpied sadly. "Everyone teases me because I'm…" she continued. "…different."

Fayt frowned. "That's awful!" he yelled. "Who calls you this?"

"Everyone."

Fayt flinched. "W…hat?" he said breathlessly. "That's…cruel and unusual," he whispered.

"That is why I don't have a name," she said sadly.

"But you have to have a name," he explained. "You may just not know it."

She looked at him with hopes, but whille she was waiting, Fayt was trying to think of a name for her.

"There has to be something…" he whispered whilled holding his hand to his mouth. "What about…Agatha?"

"Agatha is a wonderful name!" she shouted. "I would certainly love that name!"

"You can keep it, Agatha," Fayt said softly.

She looked aroundvery embarassedand tried to thank Fayt for his kindness.

"Thank you for all that you've done," she said. "I am truly grateful."

"But," Fayt said slowly. "I didn't do much!"

"Still, you have given me a name and now no one shall ever call me a 'thing'!"

She danced around and Fayt laughed. It was like she wasa whole different person.

Four Days Later…

Fayt yawned and felt really drowsy. "Wow." He said. "I feel so…tired."

He looked around and he was still in Agatha's house. He didn't know what to do or where to go next. All he was thinking about was how tired he was.

"Ah, I see you're up." Agatha said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," Fayt yawned. "But I still feel really tired."

She looked around comfortingly. "That's supposed to happen." Fayt studied her. She was old, actually really old, but how old was she? She'd probobly tell me she was 1,000 years old or something, Fayt thought. He decided not to ask her; it would be rude.

"I suppose you could stay a little longer," she said. "You may need a little preperation for what lies ahead."

"What…" Fayt asked. "…lies ahead?"

She looked Fayt square in the eye. "You will soon find out."

Fayt decided that her answer was good enough and kicked his feet off of his bed. He sat upright, although slacking a bit, he managed to get comfertable easily. He rubbed his head of all he thought about before his long slumber.

"Was I dreaming?" Fayt thought. "Although Agatha said that I wouldn't have any nightmares. Was it a nightmare?"

I looked slowly around the town of Peterny and sat down on a bench with nothing to do. Suddenly Albel sat down there beside me and started to talk. I couldn't hear his voice or the words that were coming out of his mouth. I was trying to lip-read but it was too impossible. I just couldn't listen to Albel's voice anymore. Then he stared at me making a horrible, worried face. He looked like he was yelling my name, but I couldn't tell much because I was starting to close my eyes. He tried to catch mewhen I fell straight to the ground. Everything was in slow-motion from then on. I couldn't understand anything anyone told me, and I felt like I was blindfolded. It drove me insane not knowing whether they didn't want to talk to me or they didn't like me at all. They all turned away, because I couldn't speak to them. Even Albel turned away. I was filled with sadness and heartache. I was lonely without him. I was lonely without anyone. I was just…alone.

Fayt shook his head with doubt. "Agatha," Fayt said.

"Yes?"

"Didn't you say that I wouldn't get nightmares when I was sleeping?"

"Oh," she looked dissappointed. "I didn't say it would happen. But I also did say it wouldn't. These are both possibilities."

Fayt dropped his shoulders. "I—"

"Now," she said. "You should be getting going soon. So I'm going to give you a special antidote that will calm your mind down from your dreams that you had."

Fayt nodded. "Okay."

"Drink up!" she said delightfully.
"Is it safe this time?" Fayt asked weakily.

"Oh! Just drink it!" she snapped.

"Okay! Okay!" Fayt drank the liquid that was in the bottle and he swalloed carefully.

"Well?" she asked. "How does it taste?"

"Bitter," Fayt replied sticking out his tounge. Agatha knew it was a joke, and they both started laughing. But, they calmed down, and Fayt was headed out the door.

"Thanks for everything, Agatha! I really appreciate your hospitality!" Fayt waved happily and took off down the cobblestone road that led outside of Agatha's house.

"Oh, it's nothing worth mentioning…" she stopped for a moment to sit down on her porch. "…Fayt."

End, Chapter 7.

Buri's comments:
giggles Okay, seriously, after reading this chapter I fell in love with my fanfic. Now you can expect more from me! Yay! I think this one's the best chapter so far, don't you think? Ya see, that's what I meant about the second parts being better and the first parts being, well, sorta sucky. XD I just really hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did!