Hello, PyroShockZ! Your review to Chapter 21: Yeah... he did. And I agree... ;_;
Your review to Chapter 22: Haha, yes, she did. XD No, it was Jet's scarf. Remember, I said it was blowing around in the wind. Locke can't do that very well. XD
Your review to Chapter 23: Yes, I did! :D Yeah, it was somewhere around there. Anyway, I'm glad you liked it! And I disagree, respectfully, with that last point. :P
Your review to Chapter 24: Yes, he is! D: We likely will later, don't worry! Yes, he will join eventually. :)
Your review to Chapter 25: That's awesome! :D Well, Kath having a Scottish accent would be interesting... but I imagine his and Jet's accents being British when they speak English and just being Babylonian when speaking their native tongue or the Universal Language. :) Dude, that sword would be so awesome to have in a game. XD
Your review to Chapter 26: Yes, he has... ;_; And, coincidentally, that was mentioned in Chapter 26. I hadn't noticed that until just now. XD AUGH, I'M SO TEMPTED! Quite possibly gonna do it, too.
Your review to Chapter 27: Yeah, I get it. :) Welp, I forgot to answer a couple parts of that question when I PM'ed you about that question. Anyway, the names of the past Guardians are no longer known by just about anyone, as they all died just that long ago. It's just important to know that they were the protectors of the universe. Also, those six that were mentioned were not the specific types of Guardians that I mentioned to you who are soldiers who fight the Darkness. Those guys were guardians. The five former protectors of the universe are the Guardians. Hope that makes sense. And none of the Guardians were/will be related to Sonic, sorry. However, a guardian (as in the soldier kind) will be related to him. :)
Your review to Chapter 28: ...I get the feeling I need to listen to this song now. I can't remember it at all. XD Yep, they certainly are... I will do my very best, Pyro-kun! Thanks!
~台風の目~
"Key to Everything"
~台風の目~
"Daddy, Daddy, you have to catch me!"
Piercing blue eyes followed little six-year-old Hannah as she ran around one of the grassy courtyards in the palace. Nine-year-old Lucas was with her. Jet smiled at the pair of them. "I don't know," he responded, pretending to be uncertain of the idea, "you might be a little too fast for me."
"Come on, Dad!" Lucas pleaded, running up to him. He tugged on Jet's arm. "Please come play with us? Please?"
Hannah ran over, too, and tugged on Jet's hand (the one on the same arm Lucas was holding). "Please, Daddy?" ]
That alone very nearly made Jet cave in. The final nail in the coffin, however, was when Ten (who was eleven) suddenly poked Jet's left shoulder and audibly grinned as he said, "Tag! Now you have to chase us! You're it!" Huffing out of amusement, Jet finally got up. Just like that, his kids all scattered.
In that moment, the peaceful dream (which was really a memory that had worked its way into his mind in his sleep) suddenly turned dark. The once bluer than blue sky turned dark, dark purple and black clouds swirled in it. His kids vanished as though they had never existed, as did everyone else who had been anywhere on the palace grounds. Then the palace itself faded away, leaving nothing but a vast, desolate, and profoundly evil landscape in its place. He felt every muscle in his body tense, and his smile had vanished the instant the dream had changed. His calm mask was firmly and immovably in place, and his aura revealed absolutely nothing that the enemies would want to pick up on. Still tense but appearing to be perfectly relaxed as though none of this bothered him at all, he silently looked around without moving more than his head and eyes.
Then, suddenly, the voices that had whispered so incessantly at him, Sonic, and the others from the rock the day before began speaking again. The language the voices were speaking in were certainly Nocturnian... but they were so similar to the Syxan language that he was able to understand it. The whispers filled his head and seemingly every spare inch of available space around him in this dark landscape. "Future is now..."
"Future is now..."
"Future is now..."
There was no real telling at this point what the voices meant by what they were saying, and he could barely focus on trying to figure it out, anyway. The voices continued to fill his head, and it was giving him one of the worst splitting headaches he had ever experienced. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself a frown and nothing more. He hid his pain from his expression, from his aura, from his posture... but he still felt it. It was nearly excruciating. Then the words began to change. New sentences were said to him without warning, and he remained hard-pressed to make sense of their deeper meanings at the moment. "Our future is now..."
"The vessel will secure our future..."
"The pure aura will be the key..."
"Night will consume day... the Light will fall..."
"The Light will fall...!"
A rustle of leaves in the trees from a late-night breeze prompted Jet to open his eyes. He wasn't sure at first what had roused him from his sleep, but then he realized what it was. Sitting up, he took a brief moment to habitually fix his scarf, then jumped out of the tree he had unintentionally fallen asleep in. No one else was awake right now, as Analia had created a barrier around the camp that would keep them all safe for the night. She couldn't do this often due to how difficult it was to maintain a barrier while asleep, but it worked well for tonight. But that wasn't what Jet was concerned with at the moment. Moving silently across the grass of the small wooded area they were camped in, he approached Hannah and Lucas, who had fallen asleep next to each other. Hannah was whimpering in her sleep, and her aura was giving away her distress. He wasn't the only one having bad dreams tonight.
Sitting down beside her, he gently pulled her blanket back over her, then occupied himself with gently combing his fingers through her hair. This was always something that relaxed her, and it did the trick this time as well. Still, he continued doing it for a while even after she had calmed. His eyes remained on the sky for a time, then they drifted toward his only biological son. Lucas was sleeping peacefully for the most part, though he was frowning in his sleep for some reason. Getting back up, Jet walked around Hannah, knelt down briefly, and covered the boy up as he had done with Hannah earlier. This seemed to be enough to get Lucas to begin sleeping more peacefully. With him and his sister taken care of, Jet stood again and turned to Suri, who was very close by in a makeshift crib Jet and Tammy had together fashioned out of aura energy. It would disappear when they allowed it to, and not before. As such, it provided a perfect bed for the sweet baby. Checking the time on his communicator, he found that it was nearing two in the morning, which was one of the times when she tended wake up for a feeding. After gently brushing his fingertips over Suri's soft little cheek, he went to go prepare a bottle for her before she woke up. As he set about this task, his youngest daughter's aura remained easily within his range of senses. Some of the words he had heard in his dream haunted his thoughts.
"The pure aura will be the key..."
~台風の目~
985 words this time. I considered making this longer, but... meh. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed, and I promise to be back on my usual posting schedule now. Posted (at about 2:00 a.m.) 10-11-16.
