Mr.Who2123: Mwahaha! I am the master of cliffhanger and you guys all know that!
Armos: Weirdo…
Kemero: Mr.Who2123 does not own PSO.
Mr.Who2123: (Mumbles) No one listens to me anymore…
Armos: What did you say?
Mr.Who2123: …Just start.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
The Sage and his brother, the doctor, were looking over the body of a barely living Dimenian in Skervari's lab. It struggled weakly to lift its claws and kill the two, but it was too weak.
"Let's give it some pure photon to see if it will heal," the doctor said after a moment of writing notes. The Sage put his hand on the glass covering, and let photon through it, and to the Dimenian. Skervari widened his eyes as he noticed the results, while the Sage was a little confused at the expression.
"What is it?" the Sage asked, looking to his younger brother.
"These Dimenians…they absorb photon at an incredible rate! This…This is the cause of the sudden drop of photon!" the doctor exclaimed. He ran to his desk, scribbling something down, while it was the Sage's turn to be shocked.
"Does that mean that…" the old man began, turning around.
"…We can settle our feud with the rebels!" the doctor said, finishing his writing and then walked out with the paper. A moment later he was back, the paper gone from his hands. "It was to request a meeting with the rebels." The doctor had explained, replying to the Sage's confused face.
"My, things are starting to look up," the Sage said, and began walking out. "Thanks Skervari." The man nodded, smiling at where the Sage had disappeared through the door.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Corneo Clemson was the leader of the rebels, a stout, stubborn man with a brown, thick mustache and green eyes that showed both sincerity and harsh scrutiny in them. He wore a simple robe of dark blue, embroidered with the symbol of the rebels on the front. Corneo sat at a long table, stroking his mustache while waiting for his guest.
The Sage appeared in his formal robe as well, surrounded by three of his guards as well as two more of the rebel guards to watch over the actions of the old man.
"Welcome, Sage Geffen," the leader of the rebels remarked, holding his hand out. The Sage shook, smiling and nodding. The leaders both sat down, as well as one of the Sage's guards, which happened to be General Raiden, dressed in formal attire as well, though it was not a robe, but merely decorative armor.
"This is my general, Raiden, and I ask permission for him to be part of the meeting, sir," the Sage asked, making a gesture towards Raiden, who reddened at the compliment of being called a general. He was still not used to the fame and status he held in Armos and Kemero's absence.
"Of course, of course. Now, let's begin," Corneo said, and folded his hands on the table.
"Well, as you have heard in the note we sent via online, we have discovered the recent loss of photon for the last couple decades," the Sage began, and pulled out a folder from a small pack that he had. He passed the folder across the table to the rebel leader, and he opened it up, looking over the contents.
"We have discovered that the Dimenians suck photon from the air at an incredible pace. Now, you know of the events of when Armos Wreathen was found, correct?" the Sage began to explain. Corneo and Raiden had full attention, as neither of them knew the details of the discovery. "Since that boy was found, there had been a fifty percent increase of Dimenians appearing, correct?"
Corneo, after looking at graphs of when Armos was found, nodded, confirming it true.
"Since then, there has been a fifty percent decrease of photon, correct?" There was another nod, the two's cogs beginning to turn.
"So…if the Dimenians are the cause, then why should we fight?" the Sage finished, folding his hands, and waiting impatiently for a response. There was a long silence before the rebel leader looked up.
"…Well, I guess there's no need for violence anymore…alright, from this day forward, we are no longer rebels, but allies of Corgrassa," Corneo said, and he shook hands with the euphoric Sage.
"Thank you, sir," the Sage exclaimed, finally letting go after a hearty hand shake and sitting back down. The general did the same, voicing 'thank you' as well with a more quieted tone.
"Thank you sirs as well…but I have a favor to ask of you," the leader of the former rebels said. After hearing an 'anything' from the Sage, he continued. "I would like to move my people to the city, if that is alright with you." The Sage nodded immediately, and began details of moving people in Corgrassa.
"We'll start them with makeshift homes, but real ones will be made in the next couple of weeks for your people. Would you like a position in the top five leaders of Corgrassa, the next highest honor besides being leader?" he asked, sounding hasty due to his great excitement. Corneo nodded, and began to write a planner of the movement, recording materials and important facts.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
"Everyone!" the Sage yelled out to the whole city, excluding the former rebels whom were supposed to come today. In fact, the message was about the people moving in, and because it affected everyone in the city, everyone was there to hear what their leader had to say. "Today, we are hosting a huge party in celebration of the treaty between the former rebels and us. We will host it in the public city building, next to the government tower. Thank you, that is all."
The old man jumped off of the stage, the same one which he had held a ceremony for the dead soldiers, but now it war for announcing a great thing. General Raiden was behind the Sage, eyeing everyone that came close to the old man; it was his duty to protect him from anyone and everyone.
Only a couple hours later, the sound of thousands of cars were heard from the east gate of the city. The Sage was waiting there for the people to arrive, and upon hearing this euphonious sound, signaled for some guards to lead them to their makeshift homes, which were in the very west of the city. The Sage could also see the faint outline of the former rebel leader talking to the guard, and then being led by the guard, whom moved into one of the cars of the city and led them across the large city.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
The Sage and General Raiden made sure not to take out any alcoholic beverages, remembering Kemero at some parties and making quite a scene. The old man was at the door, shaking hands with every person that came in, welcoming them and letting them in graciously. When he met Corneo, he thanked him graciously once more for the easy agreement, and let him in.
General Raiden walked about, getting many compliments on the past war tactics, which usually resulted in Raiden modestly thanking them. He walked around a bit more and noticed Andre's brother talking with fellow soldiers about how he fought along side the general.
"He was so strong, too. He killed off Dimenians like that!" and he snapped to show emphasis.
"Thanks for the compliment," Raiden said, smiling as he put a hand on the brother's shoulder. "Excuse me for asking, but I'd like to know your name." It grew silent among the members, marveling at the general and his politeness.
"Yes sir, my name is Rece…Rece Marino," he said, making a salute at his general.
"At ease Rece, this is a party. Treat me like a friend," Raiden said, chuckling at the formal behavior. "You know, you weren't too bad yourself. I saw you take down a couple Dimenians." Raiden may have modest, but Rece was at least ten times more.
"Uh…thank…thank you sir...," he replied, a smile coming onto his face. The soldiers and Raiden continued to talk throughout the party, talking of fun, romantic, and even sad moments. There was definitely jubilance about them, their cares out the window.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
When the planet moves about the great star fifty times, death is assured to all on it.
IDOLA, the holy shall cleanse the planet, giving pure holiness in the darkest hour.
Heroes shall arise, unknown to the planet, but their strength shall fail.
Native one shall bring about the holiest hour, to save or destroy is their will.
Pray, for IDOLA shall come.
What in the heck does that mean? Armos thought over the words he read, unsure of what to make of it.
Planet around great star…I think that resembles fifty years…unknown to planet…that means Kemero and his people…cleanse planet…I don't like the sound of IDOLA…Native one…who could that be? His mind continued working over the strange inscription on the monument, his mind working over the strange details of it.
"Hey Armos, let's get going," Kemero said, shaking the hunter out of his confused and pensive state.
"Oh yeah, sorry I just blanked out a bit," Armos replied, making an apologetic grin. The two packed their tents into their pill-type containers, and shouldered their packs with ease. The two didn't look back as they began walking for the next room. One was confident that they could complete this investigation, the other unsure of what to make of anything anymore.
Through the door was a long hallway, the mist stronger than any room they've seen before. Slowing to a cautious treading, the two generals walked closely together, even a few feet of distance made them invisible to each other. Red lights shone brightly on the sides, making the thick mist look like blood is in the air.
Kemero gulped at the sight, imagining how there could have easily been this much blood lost in all the fights Armos and Kemero had gotten into.
Finally, the two had finally reached the door, and holding their breath, the two entered it, expecting to see another big room. However, it was tiny and square, and the two had seen this door only once before.
"The portal to Ruin three!" Kemero exclaimed, seeing the familiar redness of the portal. The lines moved down, signaling that they were going to go even deeper than ever.
"Wow…we're almost done," Armos said, putting his hand on his chin. "C'mon, let's get this investigation over with." One eager and one reluctant, they entered the portal, waiting for it to carry them even deeper.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Mr.Who2123: Hehehe…another cliffhanger.
Armos: You need to stop those…
Mr.Who2123: NEVER! (Disappears like a ninja)
Kemero: Review please!
Armos: …