A/N Wow, ok, so it's been almost two years since I updated this. I honestly didn't think I would continue this. Pretty much the main reason I am continuing is because of Elven Silver Power Ranger, so thanks for your very enthusiastic review! I have the whole story planned out, which I think is discouraging me from writing this because my mind is already five chapters in advance and I still have to write these parts. I'm also going to say this outright, I will not update at regular intervals. So if you want faster chapters, it will take a lot of convincing. Other than that, I do plan to eventually finish this. This is sort of a short chapter too, just to get back into the swing of things.

And boy, did I leave you guys off on a cliffhanger. I really am a jerk, aren't I? :S I sincerely apologize (bows respectfully)

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She felt so hopeless. So alone. Am I going to die here? How can this even be possible? She felt the cool liquid glide her body forward, into the unknown. After what felt like an eternity, her fingers broke the surface. Gradually, her hands were out of the rock and she could move them. All else of her movement was prohibited, and she could only grasp the outside air blindly. Next her arms came out and meet the brisk air. Finally she felt her head passing through the almost membrane like surface and she took in her surroundings. Unfortunately, it was dark. Just as dark as the rock. As she felt her legs come out, she blinked viciously in order to try to make her eyes adjust to the lack of light. It was useless, she only had her other senses to try to make sense of where she was.

The air was musty and dry. The sound of water trickling down a wall met her ears, echoing through an immense space. She made sure to not touch the wall behind her in which she had emerged, for the fear of being sucked back in again. Instead, she took timid steps forward, groping at the darkness before her. She tried to make as little sound as possible, worried that maybe some of the demons were in here also.

Her hands met a frigid stone wall, rough in texture. She slid her hand to the right, to find that the corner was close, and she did the same to the next surface. It had another close corner, she concluded it was a pillar, and she was near no outer wall. She let out a soft sigh. How was she going to get out of here if she couldn't see anything?

"Who's there? Link?" a weak raspy voice sounded. She immediately froze. No, she couldn't be captured now! She stood absolutely still, holding her breath in hopes that the mysterious foe wouldn't see her. She heard a groan and then soft steps approach her. Suddenly there was a fizz and the room was lit. Lahnia turned around to see a cloaked old woman with a torch in her hand. She walked up to Lahnia and in response she started to walk back. She was a short woman, at least a head shorter than Lahnia. However, a bright red hooded cloak made up the height with its tall point. The hood hid the woman's face in shadow, yet Lahnia felt the woman's eyes burn into her own.

"You're not Link." She stated, stiffening at the realization that this was an intruder.

"Who are you?" Lahnia gulped. If she told her would she just take her back to Ghirahim, to be killed? Maybe this lady was a guard, granted a rather weak one, but why use an able bodied guard in a place where it seemed like no one came? She had to get away from this woman. Even if she wasn't an ally of Lord Ghirahim, she could not take any chances. Meanwhile, the woman pointed a bony finger in her direction.

"How did you get in here?" confusion was evident in her voice, yet still stern and demanding. Before Lahnia could stop herself, she stuttered:

"The… the wall was… it…"

"You came in through the wall, but only Link and…" she stopped, as if realization dawned on her. While the old woman was talking Lahnia was still desperately trying to figure a way out of this giant stone room. She caught sight of a stone door to the right. Before the woman could talk again, she dashed towards it, using all of her strength to open the heavy stone door.

"Wait, I can help you!" the woman called to her. Lahnia scoffed as she ran through the small opening she created. Yeah right.

The sound of crickets met her ears and her feet pounded on the damp, mossy grass as she ran away from the camp, towards her freedom. As the stars above lit her way, she rejoiced in her successful escape. She was silent as she ran, knowing every root and rock of this forest. She flew through the trees like a ghost, a ghost on a mission. She knew what she had to do now, and nothing could stop her.

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Plazo groaned as he sat up, putting a hand to his temples to rub his sore head. What happened? His memory was foggy, but nevertheless he tried to recapture what had happened. He remembered going to the tent last night, then Lahnia giving him a special drink she made, then… nothing. His eyes suddenly snapped open at his realization. He quickly swiveled his head to view the empty tent around him. She… had knocked him out.

Augh, how could he be so stupid?! His hands clenched his hair as he felt utter disgust for himself. He had gotten too close to her, he had gotten soft. With a frustrated shake of his head he stood up, might start looking now, she might not be far off. As he stood up however, he felt an unusual weight on his leg. He glanced down to a chain locked around his ankle. With a snarl he grinded his teeth. This was just rubbing salt in the wound. He clenched his fists once more and took a deep breath. No sense in being mad now.

Fortunately almost all of the locks around the camp had the same key. It provided the illusion of security, and a cheap price. All of the important things had different keys of course, most belonging to Lord Ghirahim. He swiftly stuck his head outside the tent flap, his one leg pulled back from the chain. The camp was just beginning its day, the sun's rays slowly crawling down farther into the tent. A few demons walked about, getting a head start on the day's tasks.

As a lone demon was walking by Plazo called out to him.

"Hey! Can you come here for a moment?" The demon eyed him suspiciously, but nevertheless came over.

"What do you want?" He asked in a rough voice, obviously annoyed at the interference with his duties.

"Can I borrow your skeleton key for a second?" The demon gave him an odd look.

"Where's yours?" Plazo sighed and glanced down at his ankle.

"I'm kind of in a sticky situation right now." The demon gave him a disapproving glare, begrudgingly bending down to unlock the chain preventing Plazo's movement. After another sour glance he turned around heading up the slope. Plazo quickly bounced back into the tent to grab his satchel. As he did so his eye caught something strange. Folded on the desk was a folded piece of paper.

Curious, he walked over to it. He recognized the scrawling letters on the front to be his name, but when he opened the paper he could not read jumbled characters. Demons were not taught how to read unless they were upper class, as there was no point in teaching soldiers how to read. He recognized his name because that was the only thing they taught them, in order for a demon to receive orders.

Lahnia had written a full page, and Plazo was dying to know what she said, if she had a reason for leaving at all. Well, there was only a few demons in this camp who knew how to read, and if he didn't show the demon lord first he would be infuriated. He quickly grabbed his bag while tightly gripping the note and headed outside.

As Plazo quickly made his way up the slope he thought about what he would say, clutching the letter on his grip. The Demon Lord had said that he would kill her if she tried to escape. Would he really? As Plazo thought of this, a cold chill trembled through his spine. He would kill her. He stopped walking. What should he do? He couldn't hide the fact she was gone, that was too obvious. He would be killed anyway for trying to hide such an important fact, it was unloyal. Should he run away? No, there had been abandoners before and they were all hunted down and brutally killed. He sighed heavily. There was no other option except death. He could never accept the end willingly. With a grim resolution, he continued his walk.

All too soon, he arrived at the Lords doors, their height daunting. He gulped as he pushed his way in, being carefully to shut the heavy door behind him. He made his way up to the second set of doors, and quickly knocked on them, his hands beginning to sweat from nerves. The door swung open silently, as if welcoming him in. Plazo cautiously walked in, glancing around the dim room for the Lord, and the door swung shut behind him with a resounding thud. Suddenly, ruby diamonds splintered in the air and Plazo quickly got down to one knee, bowing his head before the demon lord appeared. He could only see his feet as the overpowering being gracefully steeped forward.

"What do you want? It is quite early for a report, so this better be important" Plazo saw his white clad foot tap impatiently on the ground, awaiting his answer. He gulped.

"My lord, I have bad news. Lahnia escaped." Suddenly, the foot stopped his tapping and an uncomfortable silence ensued. Plazo dared not to look up. Finally he spoke.

"Raise your head" Plazo uncomfortably obliged, his gaze slowly rising. The look in the Demon Lords eyes were filled with a dark rage, yet his expression was blank. It was as if Plazo could see his inevitable torturous death in the other's eyes. Plazo quickly glanced back down, terrified. His hands gripped the white note in his hands, and he realized he had forgotten it.

"She left this note" He offered the note, now crumbled.

"I can't read it" He added quietly. Plazo could feel the note being snapped out of his hands, and he glanced up to see Ghirahim reading it. When he had finished, he sighed, dramatically rubbing his brow in exasperation. Plazo gave him a questioning look and the Lord sighed once again.

"She says that she is sorry, and to not look for her, and that she won't go to her village so don't even look there" He says this all with a flicking hand as if to dismiss the information. He purses his lip in thought, and suddenly points a finger at Plazo.

"However, you are in luck. I need her back, and you are the one who knows her the most. I said I would kill her if she tried to escape, but just this once, I'll make an exception" He shoots a deadly glance towards Plazo.

"An exception with a cost, of course. Find her and bring her back by sunset tomorrow. If you fail, I will find her myself, and kill her" A smirk slowly grew on his wicked face, joy seeping into his words.

"And then, I'll kill you too" Plazo gulped. He should have expected this. Ghirahim was known for his cold personality, and death was a game to him. He should be grateful for the chance he was given. However, that thought did no good to settle his nerves. He bowed deeply.

"Of course, my Lord" Without another word said, he turned and left. Both of their lives were on the line now.

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A/N As per usual, any thoughts, comments, concerns are appreciated! =)