A/N: and here goes the second chapter!

I'm realizing that the story will take longer than I initially planned, hopefully it's okay ^^ I mean, I could try to make longer chapters, but it's always so much trouble to avoid a horrible cliffie. And I'm rather determined to make it last until the 21st century.

Disclaimer:you recognize, I don't own it.

Warnings:nothing explicit, maybe some sappy phrases I can't help but put there.

Reviews, critics, suggestions are very welcome! Enjoy :)


Javid snapped out of his day-dreaming and looked again at the parchment on his lap. Jo-Ham's second letter.

Dear Hol-Lock,

I know it's been a while, but I tried to wait for your letter. Please, tell me I wasn't too late with my previous answer. It took me only a week. Anyway, it's been twenty four years now since the last time I wrote to you. I think it's time to make an update on the situation here.

I changed my name and appearance (as much as it was possible with no technology) and joined the army far away from the capital. It was my only way to ever have access to the court without a noble family to back me up. That's why it took me so long to get where I am now, meaning a step away from the high priest who hunted me quarter of century ago. There are ongoing conflicts with bordering tribes (can't call them countries, really) and I spent a lot of time out there.

The good news is that they almost forgot about me. Probably presume me dead or something. The bad news is that those guys seem to be simple pawns. I managed to pinpoint a small circle of aristocrats who organize dramatic secret meetings where they speak sea language (your lessons of stealth paid off, I'm an ace at tailing now). They talk about world supremacy without even knowing how wide the planet is. They think there is nothing beyond the ocean. But they do refer to higher members of this "society", and those men might know much more than they should.

There are probably scripts of Black Spider kept safe and passed down to generations of aspiring mad tyrants. If only I could get my hands on it, we'd know what their plan has been all along.

I'm afraid I won't get anywhere with just waiting for an opportunity to spy on them. I'll have to act soon, maybe try to infiltrate the organization. It might work after all. If the Apocalypse was their unfinished business, the completion of their goals would be terrifying. No way I'm sitting this one out.

Be safe, my friend.

Till next time.

Hol-Lock glared at the letter with irritation and worry. The "Having you and the whole world die before my eyes was hard enough that one time, I won't let it happen again" remained unspoken but stayed present all over Jo-Ham scrawls. He recognized it easily, because the same feeling infused his letters as well. That terrorist organization destroyed everything they had, survived and was struggling to make a replay of the disaster. The boy clenched his tiny fists. Physical age or not, he was more than able to do some ground work.


A/N: Here it goes. I think I'll stick with Persia for another chapter, but I will need to find a new place for John :) Thank you for reading!

So, as promised I'll adress the reviews here, but I will honestly try to answer by PM next time!

Arty Diane : I'm happy you like it! Didn't expect Lock's letter have such a strong effect, though :) In my head, they have a really strong brotherly bond, and being separated like that, it just called for some sentiment ^^ The plot is just strating to unravel, by the way, I want to keep a sort of quest through the story. And yes, it has to do with his eyes! :) It'll be explained later. Hope you enjoyed the Persian chapter :)

earthgirl3015: Thank you! I'll keep going :)

Fyrin Sparks: Thank you! It's a relief that people like it, really :) I'm always afraid that the idea is out of place or something.