GrAyLov3: I fixed the error last chapter. I didn't even notice until you said something. Silly me :3

Lady Light: Trouble indeed!

ShadowChocobo: I shall emit an excited squee. SQUEEE! Read it all in one sitting, eh? Must be a good story XD /preens

Let's just jump right back into the story, shall we? Chapter 11!


Be My Dreams

Thus far, Kaeru was far from winning. He could not get the spare moment he needed to go on the offense. He had not expected Alexander to be this fast. Suddenly the knight swung his sword but it turned out to be only a distraction and he kicked Kaeru's legs out from under him. Unfortunately, Kaeru's staff landed out of arms length and he had nothing to block the blade coming straight for his chest.

Something in his brain clicked just then and in a split second, he drew the moisture from the air and created a thick layer of ice over the targeted area of his body. There was a cracking sound as sword met ice. The ice managed to stay in one piece, but Alexander did not remove his sword as one would have thought. Instead, he applied more monstrous pressure, further cracking the ice barrier. "You're worthless," the knight spat.

The wizard had expected Alexander to become frustrated and step back rather than keep on his attack. He was beginning to squirm in panic as the blade cut deeper, cracking the layer of ice. Relax, he thought to himself, there was always a way out of any situation. With a quick triumphant grin, Alexander barely had time to turn around as the ground behind him shot up into jagged spikes and knocked him off his feet.

His last minute plan, though it worked, also backfired. The force of his own attack caused Alexander to be pushed forward, therefore breaking the ice and impaling the wizard.

The two women gasped and Naomi, about to rush forward, was stopped by Hailey grabbing hold of her quiver. "Wait--look," Hailey whispered, pointing at Kaeru. He was moving slowly. Apparently, his fidgeting under the ice shield had managed to move him slightly to the left. He was injured, though it was not fatal if given the chance to be healed.

It seemed that sword wounds were not like the fairy tales. It was not heroic looking and it hurt like hell. He had never been impaled with a sword before and he never wanted to go within twenty feet of a sword ever again. He pushed the broken ice shield off and tried to sit up but he was pinned to the ground. The blade had gone all the way through him, cracking a rib or two and piercing his lung. He was already short of breath and he had a feeling that if he removed the sword, things would only get worse for him.

With a sigh, he laid still and focused his energy on healing the wound somewhat before pulling the sword out. He couldn't do anything about the bones just yet. He could hear the lord knight beginning to come around, his armor clinking in the still night. Damn it all, Kaeru thought. He needed more time to at least get on his feet. "Now I really want to kill you, little brother," he heard Alexander grumble.

Kaeru yanked the sword from his wound with a hiss of pain. He had healed the major damage inside of him but he did not have the time to completely close the gash or fix the bone. No matter, living was a higher priority at the moment. He scrambled to his feet as he heard the sound of quickening footsteps.

Before he could turn around, a gush of blood erupted from his stomach. As he looked down, wide-eyed, he saw the blade protruding from the new wound, glistening with his blood. This gave a new meaning to being stabbed in the back, the wizard thought wryly. "How did…" he gasped finding it difficult to form any words. Where did this other sword come from? He hadn't noticed it before now.

"I always carry two. You never know when you might need the other," Alexander said quietly, slowly pushing the new blade further into Kaeru. Blood trickled from his mouth as he tried to speak to the knight. There was another option, albeit a dangerous one if he wasn't careful.

"I think…you…just gave me a chance…to kill you." His mind was clouded with pain but he knew he had to take this chance. He lowered his hands to the blade and closed his eyes.

"Try if you can but it might be difficult since you're moments from death, don't you think?" Kaeru ignored the knight but sent a reassuring half-lidded gaze to the girls watching him fearfully. He smiled as he saw the blood freezing into ice crystals on the sword. It traveled down the length of the sword; the cold of the ice was a shock to his body as it passed through. It was difficult to keep the path of the ice on its intended path since his mind was fighting to focus on his injury instead.

"So you've given up, have you? I thought that just maybe you would have been more of a challenge. I have to admit that you did surprise me with that earth attack. You know, you—what the hell is this?" The knight looked down in alarm and saw that ice had encased his hands over the hilt of the sword. He was suddenly feeling faint and incredibly cold.

"I thought that a cold blooded monster deserved cold blood." Kaeru coughed, the coppery taste of his own blood taking over his senses. His dizziness made it difficult to remain standing. Alexander would not likely survive the inside of his body being frozen. Even so, he would go one step further and finish him off completely.

"You little bastard!" Alexander groaned as his limbs quit working. His heart slowed and came to a halt, along with the rest of his internal organs. Kaeru staggered forward, giving out a cry as he removed himself from the sword. He turned to see his brother standing motionless, his hands still grasping the sword.

The crackle of electricity came from the wizard's fingertips as he prepared to cast jupitel thunder. A sphere of yellow-white lightening formed in front of him and with the flick of his wrist, sent the ball of lightning toward Alexander. It hit the already dead knight with great force, breaking the ice knight into hundreds of tiny pieces. Thank God it was over, he thought as he collapsed onto the crimson spattered grass beneath him.

"Kaeru!" the girls shouted in unison as they rushed forward. He really did not want to die but he did not have the strength to stay conscious to heal himself. At least he won. "Naomi, you have butterfly wings, right?" Hailey asked frantically.

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"Oh my!" the Kafra in the south of Geffen exclaimed when she saw the lifeless body of a wizard being carried by a sniper and an assassin. "What happened?" she asked worriedly. Naomi shook her head as she glanced at Kaeru.

"We don't have time to talk about it; I just need to find the nearest priest as soon as possible."

"R-right! I spoke to a party of priests earlier this evening that were headed for the inn just couple of minutes west of here," she said pointing. The sun had not even risen yet so chances were, everyone was sleeping but they had to get Kaeru to a healer and fast. She honestly did not think that he could last another couple of minutes. She and Hailey had tried to stop his bleeding but nothing seemed to help.

She began to move quickly toward the inn with Hailey and just as the kafra had said, there was a small inn coming up on their left. She pushed the heavy wood door open and a dozing innkeeper woke with a start. In the dim light, he took a moment to comprehend what was going on and gasped. "Sir, we were told that some priests were staying here. Can you tell us where they're staying? Please," Naomi breathed. Kaeru was heavier than he looked.

"Up the stairs and the third door on the right," he replied, still staring at Kaeru's limp body. He was dripping blood on his clean floor…

The two women hauled the wizard up the stairs and counted the doors until they came to the right one. Hailey rapped on the door until a drowsy priestess grumbled and opened the door.

People never leave us priests alone, she thought to herself. They could not even get peaceful nights sleep. "We're sorry to wake you but we desperately need help. I don't know how much longer he'll live," the sniper pleaded. The blond priestess took a moment to look at Kaeru before waving the three inside. Two other priests were moving from their slumber in the dark room from the commotion.

The priestess turned on a lamp and set to work. The two equally sleepy priests seemed to know exactly what they needed to do without a single word. "Lay him here," the priestess pointed to a blanket she laid out on the floor. The two priests moved to either side of Kaeru, removing his cloak and shirt. The wounds looked deeper and bloodier now that they were not covered.

"We can move him to a bed later but it'll be easier to start this way. Adrian, Ryan, you keep healing while I look him over. The priestess checked his vitals and fought back a knowing frown. There was barely life in this wizard. As she inspected the wounds, she noticed that there were traces of mending. It was as if a priest started healing him but could not finish.

"Hey, Karina, doesn't he look familiar?" the raven-haired priest asked, still focusing on healing. She shrugged and moved her inspection on to the second wound. There was something reflecting the lamp light in the gash. Curiously, she gently stuck two fingers in and pulled out a bloodstained shard. It was cold…like ice. Interesting, she thought. The whole wound was actually very cold. She figured he knew that the icy cold would slow down the bleeding somewhat. The two priests looked at her as she peered inside the wound. There were smaller ice shards inside but they would melt.

"What is that?" Adrian spoke up again.

"Ice," she said with an amused tone. "High wizards bring back most interesting injuries. He does look a little familiar though." She noticed Ryan's silent grin as he shook his head. "What is it, Ryan?"

"I remember him. We used to pick on him when we were acolytes. Kaeru, wasn't it? I only saw him once after he became a priest. So, he's a high wizard now, huh? Funny how things work out." Looking up to the two women standing by the door, he smiled. They did not look like they had a scratch on them. The blood streaking their clothes was not even theirs it seemed. He was quite curious as to what happened but now was not the time to ask.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" the assassin asked. She would hate to see him die. She wanted to help him so badly but he had elected to fight alone. As an assassin, she often did her missions alone and her views on a human life were far different than most. The loss of life didn't affect her as much as it probably ought to. She still found it difficult to watch Kaeru fight his brother. The odds were not in his favor but he did win. Karina glanced over at the two women and shrugged.

"It's hard to say. He's lost a lot of blood and if he does survive, he'll have to rest for quite a while to gain back his strength. We can only heal the injuries and see how he does."

"Do you mind if we leave him with you for a bit? I'm sure he's in good hands and we need to report back," Naomi said quietly. "We'll be back sometime later to check on him."

"Sure, sure. We'll do our best," the priestess said as she went back to her ministrations. The two women left without another word and made their way down the hall. Naomi was so deep in thought that she bumped into a woman walking through the hall.

"I'm so sorry," the sniper apologized to the woman. She looked to be a lady knight in an Amatsuian armor. She had long dark hair pulled back tightly and she seemed to have a very familiar face. The woman nodded and continued on her way.

Hailey and Naomi then hurried out of the inn and back to Geffen Tower. Their scouting mission had been a complete failure but there was one less enemy. The sniper did not think that they would be in trouble though, the lives of their party members were far more important.

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The wanderer had been correct. Dark Lord had indeed left Glast Heim. Vangelis and Azrielle had stopped looking and now sat on the steps of the abbey. Neither had said much but both knew that the situation had just gotten worse. The sun had begun to rise but in Glast Heim, it was forever overcast and foreboding. They were both curious as to where Nicholas had gone off to earlier that night but neither had wanted to bother him about it when he had returned.

"Hey Vangelis?" Azrielle said, breaking the silence. He glanced over, meeting her with a smile. She wondered for a moment why he said he was never very good with women. He seemed rather charming to her in the time that she had known him. "I know that Athanas and Nicholas have done things they regret and they live on to do so, but what about you? You've never really said much about your past."

"Well, to be honest, there is not much to tell. I never killed anyone, I never allowed myself to be part of Reeves madness but I do remain for a reason. I was always completely alone." This wasn't his topic of choice at all. Nevertheless, he would answer her questions.

"Alone?"

"I had no family; the last of my name. I grew up in the church orphanage until I became a mage at age thirteen. I met Nicholas there a few years earlier but only because his father was a priest. We became good friends after we met and I treasured him above all others because he was all I had. He was like a brother to me. We trained together every chance we got and a year or so after I had been a mage, we met a swordsman named Athanas. I liked him because he was always optimistic and looked out for everyone."

Vangelis paused for a moment, reveling in the blissful memories of his days as a mage. He had managed to forget about the aching loneliness of not having a real family in those days. It was hardest on holidays in the orphanage because it was a sad reminder. After meeting his two friends, it all seemed to go away.

"We always caused an assortment of trouble. Sometimes it was nothing, but sometimes we were in for serious punishment. All in all, we enjoyed it. We spent the years in happiness until the trouble with Reeve came about." The scholar's expression then fell from a smile into one of hurt. "After that, I started feeling alone again because Athanas and Nicholas were drifting away. On the day Athanas killed me, I was more afraid of spending eternity alone rather than dying. Once he had done the deed, I could not bring myself to move on. Not until they do. There you have it."

Azrielle had not quite expected this. She never realized that he felt this way. He always seemed to be such a cheerful person. "Didn't you ever try to get married and start your own family so you wouldn't be alone?" she asked. It just seemed that if he were so lonely he would want to start his own family. He laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Like I told you before, I was never good with women. My nose was in a book most of the day so I suppose I missed out. I did try sometimes but most said I was too "bookish", like it was a horrible thing." He made a displeased face that caused the priestess to laugh. "Believe me when I tell you that I would have loved nothing more than to have a family but it just did not work out that way. Perhaps if I had more time."

Vangelis had always been disappointed in how his short life had been lived and ended. He would have liked to share a life with a woman he loved. He would have liked that very much. It seemed funny and just a little cruel that when he found a woman he could imagine himself with, she was unattainable.

"At this point, all I want is for Nicholas and Athanas to work out their problems so that we can go on…I refuse to go until they do. This is also why I have clung to you the way I have. I've been so lonely for so long and here are, befriending me. You have done quite a bit for me. Of course," he paused with a thoughtful expression, "Now we have you. Why won't you go? I highly doubt you have done anything to regret."

She was a bit surprised with the question but after a moment of thought, she smiled. There were quite a few things actually and none of which truly had anything to do with her. "I don't think I was ready to die yet. I have to at least see this stupid war to the end." He wondered if there was something more to her reasons. The scholar tugged a handful of her long silvery hair playfully and let his arm drape over her shoulders.

"Silly girl…is that all?" No, it really was not but did it matter? "I see. Well, let's not worry ourselves over something trivial. Did you notice that the sun is red?" he asked. It was a common bad omen in many cultures and it seemed to be right on schedule. It was only a matter of days before a war officially began.

"Yeah." She felt herself sinking into a foul mood the more she looked at the rising sun. She stood and brushed off her deep purple uniform. She wanted to find Nicholas and speak to him. Whether Geffen wanted her help or not, they were going to get it.

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Getting to Prontera was a simple matter, for nothing would dare attack the Dark Lord. He had hidden away inside himself, wishing to become the mindless thing he once was. It worked…somewhat. He could not quite escape his thoughts and memories. It was as if he was eternally stuck within them. They attached themselves to him and weighed him down. Primarily, they consisted of Glast Heim and the hell Azrielle would bring upon him when she found him.

In all likelihood, he would let her do her worst. He did deserve any punishment he had coming. The tiny sliver of the moon cast only minimal light upon the sleeping lands of Midgard. The ever-present moon was the only witness to all the secrets of the world. It was the one thing that he could not hide from. It did not matter though. He would be in Hell soon enough, at least he hoped.

He had concluded, after his initial death, that death was the eternal contemplation of life. It truly made sense because all he could think about was his life. In the first few years, he pieced together his memories and realized that the Doppelganger must have planned very far in advance. There were little things here and there that made him rethink some of the decisions he had made. One of the things he had always thought odd were the dreams he had every so often.

For a long time he could never remember the dreams he had when he woke up but always felt that he had been shown something momentous. Only, it was momentous in a terrible way. The last dream he could remember from his days of living was perhaps what spurred his initial interest in Azrielle. His dream had been of a priestess and his own final death…death at her hands. Since his first death, he killed every priestess that entered Glast Heim that looked remotely like the one in his dream. It was Azrielle, though, that had captured him with her strength of will.

Even that particular dream was vague so he paid no mind after some time. Turning his attention back to the quiet night, he halted his step and brought a hand up to his mask. His façade that people feared grew tiresome throughout the years. Perhaps the priestess in his dream was indeed Azrielle. He removed the mask and turned a distant gaze to the sky.

"Is it you? Was it you that haunted my dreams, Azrielle? Is it you that broke the will of a monster?" The wind picked up slightly, seemingly answering his questions. "Perhaps you were always my dreams and nothing more." It was a strange feeling that was welling up deep within him. It felt like sorrow but not of self-pity. It was for his loss of one last chance of happiness and the last chance of being the man he started out as. Ah, he thought, so this must be regret.

"No point in feeling sorry for yourself, Athanas." The new voice was disheartening. He turned to see the owner of the voice behind him. It was the doppelganger, of course. He was currently in the form of his former self, Reeve Blackwood. Athanas had known for many years who the mysterious creature was originally.

Reeve had been thoroughly disappointed in hearing about Alexander's utter failure not long ago. He had hoped that he could control him in the same way as he controlled Athanas. Now, it did not matter. He was especially pleased that he had managed to sway his old pawn to do his bidding once again. He could still see that the lord knight had reservations, but he was here so everything was going according to plan. He had not laid eyes on Athanas since before Glast Heim fell but he looked the same as ever. Long dark hair tied back loosely and crimson eyes that burned with animosity. Most likely, animosity toward him.

"I had hoped I would not have to see your face until I reached Prontera," Athanas said as he crossed his arms, mask still in hand. He was a very imposing figure but he did not seem to scare Reeve.

"I thought you'd give me a warm welcome. I suppose you are ungrateful. I gave you such strength and power and you give me hostility. Not a fair bargain I would say," the doppelganger sneered. How he loved to play with the dark lord. To be able to twist and mold him into what he wanted gave him supreme delight.

"Obliterating the population of Glast Heim and soon the rest of Rune-Midgard is not thanks enough?" the lord knight asked bitterly. The former alchemist was deranged and horrible yet he still gained the use of Athanas. On one hand, he did not want to hurt anyone else. Azrielle above all. Killing everything she knew would create a dark stain on her heart that no one would be able to lift. On the other hand, he felt he had nothing more to lose. His mind was a mess of conflicted thoughts.

"It no longer matters so come with me to Prontera. We have many things to discuss on the way. You will wait until this little war is finished and then you will crush the remaining on both sides." Athanas replaced his mask and followed the doppelganger. When would it all end? He wanted to die but he was too much of a coward to take his own life and no one else would dare try. He ached so badly for death to come.

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"Nicholas? Nicholas, I know you're in here somewhere." Azrielle called out. Her voice echoed in the spacious room that was very familiar now. The abbey was just an ordinary abbey but must have been grand in its former days.

She walked down the center of the room and sat down on the steps in front of the altar. "Nicholas, why are you hiding?" she spoke again. Something had happened to him while he was away. She saw him step from the shadows and sit at the end of a pew to her right. She gave him a soft smile, hoping she could find out what was bothering him before she asked him the favor she needed. "Did something happen?"

He heaved a sigh and looked at her with a grief stricken expression. "I went to see someone…one of my remaining family. Not much was clarified but I did find out that I took my son to Geffen on the night I murdered Julia. It seems that only I know for sure what happened that night but I cannot remember."

"I see. Do you think you'll ever remember?" The dark priest merely shrugged. He truly had no idea if he would or not. "Could you help me with something?" she ventured. She had figured out which cities had allied with Prontera and the results were frightening. He gestured for her to continue and she took a deep breath.

"Of all the cities, only five have allied with Geffen and one, Izlude, had already been razed. This leaves Geffen, Morroc, Comodo and Lighthalzen. There's a problem with Lighthalzen though. For them to assist at all they'd have to go through enemy territory and so I think they mean to defend only their city. Nicholas, the Geffen forces are going to be slaughtered at this rate. I can't let this happen."

"Why are you so concerned about the world of the living? It does not concern us," he said dully. Nothing really mattered anymore. She gave a hurt sigh and looked away.

"You don't have to do anything but one thing. I just need you to help me organize the undead. Please, I need your help. I'll never ask anything of you again," she pleaded. She could not bear to see any of her friends die. She would never be at peace if the worst happened.

As the priest considered her favor, he thought back to his conversation with Mariah. He did say he would protect her and it was the least he could do. I do this for you Julia, he thought. He stood and walked closer to Azrielle, stopping just before her. "First Glast Heim and then we take a trip to Nifflheim. The advantage Geffen will have is the help of the undead. When Prontera loses a soldier, Geffen will gain a soldier. We have many things to do if we are to aid them in time."

Azrielle nodded in understanding. "So where do we start?"

"Glast Heim should be easy to organize but Nifflheim…they may not be so cooperative without Dark Lord's presence." He had been to Nifflheim just twice since his death and both times and the creatures that called that place home badgered him. They did not like the living and they did not like the dead that did not live there. He was not looking forward to going to that place again.

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Karina heard a knock at their door not long after the other two women had left. Adrian and Ryan had finished healing the unconscious wizard and moved him to one of the beds. They removed his bloodied cloak and clothes, and tucked him under the blankets. Karina went to the door and opened it ajar. There was a serious faced lady knight looking back at her. "Can I help you?"

The woman nodded. "The wizard in your care, is he alive still?" she asked, her expression unchanging.

"Um, yeah. He's still unconscious though. He might be for a while. I'm sorry, but do you know him or something?" the priestess asked. The knight nodded and peered past Karina at the figure laying motionless on one of the beds.

"May I come in for a moment?"

"Sure…I guess," the priestess replied a bit hesitantly as she opened the door wider to let the woman in.

The knight walked in, and bowed her head to the two priests attending the wizard. She stopped at the side of the bed and looked Kaeru over. Her dark eyes noted that he had matured considerably since she had last seen him. He had been fifteen when she had seen him last, after all.

His hair was longer and he had grown to be a fine-looking young man. She reached out and pushed his dark hair from his closed eyes. He stirred a bit, his eyes opening slowly. He looked dazed but did not have the energy to do much other than look. He stared at the lady knight for a moment before he recognized the woman before him. He had not seen his mother in a very long time.

The relationship between Kaeru and his family was severed long ago, his brother Alexander perhaps the only one of them wanting some sort of use out of him. At the age of five, Kaeru was sent to join his older brothers at the academy in Izlude. He was really a terrible swordsman. He understood all the tactics and skills but he could not perform them. He never wanted to be a knight anyway. His mother and father looked down on him and often compared him to his brothers.

By the age of nine, his skills had barely improved and he began to contemplate another job. His parents would loathe the idea of him not becoming a knight. One day, one of his instructors sent him on an errand to Prontera. He was delivering a package to one of the priests. The job was simple and of course, he could handle it.

After he delivered the package, he saw a group of acolytes studying under a tree near the front of the church. Out of curiosity, he walked over, said hello, and asked what they were studying. One of the girls pulled him down next to her and showed him the particular things they were studying that day. She had long silvery braid and bright, friendly green eyes. This was when he met Azrielle. She was perhaps the most talented in the little group and easily the friendliest. From then on, the teachings of God seemed very appealing to him. He wanted to become an acolyte.

The head priest of the acolyte school in the church happily accepted him into training soon after. When he told his parents that he had become an acolyte, they were appalled. He received a harsh scolding and a cold shoulder from both parents. Not even his stern mother was gentle on him. The days passed and he continued his acolyte training with the help of Azrielle.

Days before his fifteenth birthday, Alexander found him and relayed a message from their parents. Kaeru was no longer welcome home. They were ashamed that he would not join them as a swordsman and future knight to serve Prontera. Duty and honor above all, was a common motto in their family. Of the seven deadly sins, pride was the sin of his clan.

Hurt and sad, he remained in Prontera in the care of the church. Azrielle was very supportive of him and became the family he needed. She had really done so much for him. One day, after attaining the rank of priest, an invitation was extended to him and Azrielle from the Silver Crest guild. Alexander's guild.

He never knew why Alexander brought him to the guild in the first place but he made Kaeru miserable the whole time. Despite his brother, he met Mira during his stay with Silver Crest. She and Azrielle took the roles of protective sisters. It was history from then on until he left and joined Vance's guild.

Kaeru had been a terrible swordsman and a mediocre priest but he finally found what he was supposed to be. Being a wizard felt right. Vance did admit giving Kaeru the rank of high wizard was a bit rushed, but he assured him that he deserved it. His power and control was raw but formidable. All he needed was work. Turning to the present moment, he mother only watched him intensely. She was a rather daunting woman and probably one of the most skilled swordswomen you might ever meet but she was stern and quite unfriendly.

"…Mother…" The word was almost soundless. He did not realize how weak he was until he started to move. Well, he tried to move anyway. He knew his wounds had been healed otherwise he would probably be dead. "What do you want?" he asked, glancing around the room. The three priests were vaguely familiar.

"I came to find you. You're the only one of the family that did not join with Prontera." There was a faint hint of disappointment in her voice. The three priests glanced at one another at the mention of the capital city. This set a new mood in the room. Kaeru averted his eyes and said nothing. "Something is wrong there. The king doesn't seem like the king…either way, you should be there. Not here."

"It's because he's...not the real king," the wizard said simply. The knightess lifted a skeptical brow.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Karina asked none too nicely. The lady knight turned to the bold priestess and gave a wry smile.

"Noriko Tierce, lady knight of Amatsu." She bowed, her expression turning icy. "Also Kaeru's mother," she added. Looking back at her son, she had another question in mind. Alexander had suddenly left Prontera. He didn't say much other than he was going to find Kaeru. She had gone after him but he was nowhere to be found. "Where is your brother?"

"He's dead."

"…Dead?"

"I killed him," he replied stoically.

"You what?" she asked in alarm. She hoped to God that her ears had deceived her.

"He tried to kill me first but obviously he couldn't. If you want find him, you might find pieces of him about four miles south of Prontera." The three priests were a bit taken aback but his rather morbid words. Kaeru felt numb. He had killed his brother, in self defense of course, but he still felt nothing. No regret or shame.

Noriko seemed at a loss for words as she sat on the adjacent bed, quite dumbfounded by this new information. There were things she needed to know and she intended to find them out.


A/N
: I get the feeling that DL is going totally emo on me. There's a lot of Kaeru in this chapter I noticed. I don't mind though, I luff high wizards…except during WoE…

I'm starting to wonder why I like to throw my characters into near death situations. Heehee…hahaha…gahahaha :3