___Chapter 37___
It was one (namekian) year later. As Arcos, Triin, and the others approached the island, they were slightly apprehensive. They were sure it was the right one, it was the largest landmass on the planet. But the crater was barely visible. Actually, it wasn't there at all. The whole area of the island where it had been was flat, solid ground with a cloak of the soft blue grass that abounded on Namek.
But they decided to check out a small, namekian-styled structure, big enough for a single room, in the center of the field. Katass and Triin walked up, as the others held back, and knocked.
At first, only silence. They stepped back as the door opened upward, and a figure appeared.
Their first reaction was to run for their lives... if their legs hadn't turned to jelly. Whatever it was was hidden in shadow and it's long black and blue cape, which was drawn around it's form, jutting out a bit around the shoulders and held in place by ornate shoulder plates. There was a hood over it's face, but two brilliant green eyes glared out from the darkness, which was otherwise complete. The eyes were immeasurably cold and foreboding, but then a look of recognition spread over then, and it said "Triin? Katass?" as it lifted it's hood off it's face. It was Ratal.
"Damn, I'm glad it's you!" laughed out Katass, "you scared the hell out of us! What's with the black?"
"It's like my brother's. Also the traditional wear of a dark templar from the Sargas tribe, who I can now call myself one of for my development of abilities in the 'year' I have spent here. Follow me. I have something to show you."
"Both of us?"
"If you wish."
They glanced at each other, but followed the templar into the darkness beyond the doorway.
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It was deathly dark inside- the only light coming from a shard of green/blue crystal, suspended in mid-air in the far corner, which illuminated the room in the deep, moody tint of midnight azure. There was nothing at all inside besides that, and a series of carvings inlaid in the rounded walls that appeared to be writing.
Ratal walked over to a wall, whispering silently as he traces his fingers along one line of the carvings, and pressed his palm against a slightly raised design of a spiral. Suddenly light flooded in- a portion of the floor had swung open.
"I built this space so I could have seclusion from the world. And it is, as you can see, directly above the crater."
"Huh? How?"
"I created a field of psionic energy, which the plants grew overtop."
"Oh. Why?"
"So I would not be disturbed when I'm down here." he finished, stepping down into the hole.
The two jumped in after him, but upon seeing there was nothing below then save a mile of open air, they followed their first natural reaction- they screamed.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
But two seconds later, they stopped falling.
"You didn't think I'd let you plummet to your deaths, did you? You're suspended on a platform constructed of psi."
Triin and Katass looked forward to see Ratal. Standing in mid air. And screamed again.
" AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Ratal just rolled his eyes, scowling "Oh shut up." But it was not his words that quieted them. It was looking out into the massive... garden.
The 'roof' offered concealment, but from between the plant's fibrous roots hundreds of tiny ribbons of light struck down in little shafts onto the earth. But it was far from bare- mosses and grasses and flowers of every sort and description, and some beyond description, lined the walls and floor, some even growing over the wreck of the ship, which stopped the bleakness of the scorched metal from marring the place's beauty. And at the very bottom was a small pile of earth, only covered with clover.
Ratal saw their wonderment, and said quietly "I could not stand seeing this as a place of death. I wanted it to seem alive. So I used my power to induce these to grow here." and looking at the mound, he added "That's her grave."
He let them stare for a short while longer, but then called their attention and said "And I found this strange object down here a short while ago. At first it was merely a sphere of rock, but now..." and he produced from behind him...
"A dragonball! That's a good sign. If a dragonball has come to you, it shows that your intentions are good. We should go see Sanchiro-sama now." smiled Triin, his voice happy.
And so they left (It turned out that Katass and Triin knew how to fly- they'd just forgotten that fact in their earlier panic) and traveled toward Sanchiro's island. To make a long story short, they got the dragonballs after another year of searching with the ten's combined efforts.
"Finally. It's taken a long time, and been a difficult year, but we have them at last."
~~~~~~~
Ratal awoke from his dream, and broke out of his state of meditation. The memories after that point were too painful to bear.
They had wished her back, but when she appeared, alive and well, she had told him she did not feel in her heart that she belonged on this planet, so far from her people. And she convinced Ratal to use the next wish to put her back on the ship with the dark ones.
"And who will tell your brother that you are alive?" she had said. Ratal gave her what she wanted.
There was no third wish. If they revived Shat, he would appear on a now hostile planet, and probably be killed again. Cha had died before they had reached atmosphere, and would appear in the deadly vacuum of space. And Ratal himself did not wish to rejoin his people. He did not wish to leave these children who had become his friends, who had stood by him in his sorrow. So there was no third wish.
Then his eyes had lit up.
He asked for memories of different peoples, races, and times, that he may share them with his friends. The wish was granted, and the dragon left.
And now, awake from his memories, he only sat still, staring out at the walls of his shelter, his sanctuary, his protection...... his prison. Then he noticed something, as he put his hand to his face.
It was streaked with tears.
~~NOTE~~ That's the end of my little Starcraft adventure. Now back to Oboe's story, and the nameks.
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I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed "Dreams", but a MAJOR thank-you is to be sent out to chikyuu, that review turned a very bad day into something wonderful! //.^ Arigato!
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Just remember people- the more reviews I get, the more I know how people care, the faster I type! *laughs* Don't you hate when authors use that line? We're all evil, you know. *evil keflka laugh* ~~
It was one (namekian) year later. As Arcos, Triin, and the others approached the island, they were slightly apprehensive. They were sure it was the right one, it was the largest landmass on the planet. But the crater was barely visible. Actually, it wasn't there at all. The whole area of the island where it had been was flat, solid ground with a cloak of the soft blue grass that abounded on Namek.
But they decided to check out a small, namekian-styled structure, big enough for a single room, in the center of the field. Katass and Triin walked up, as the others held back, and knocked.
At first, only silence. They stepped back as the door opened upward, and a figure appeared.
Their first reaction was to run for their lives... if their legs hadn't turned to jelly. Whatever it was was hidden in shadow and it's long black and blue cape, which was drawn around it's form, jutting out a bit around the shoulders and held in place by ornate shoulder plates. There was a hood over it's face, but two brilliant green eyes glared out from the darkness, which was otherwise complete. The eyes were immeasurably cold and foreboding, but then a look of recognition spread over then, and it said "Triin? Katass?" as it lifted it's hood off it's face. It was Ratal.
"Damn, I'm glad it's you!" laughed out Katass, "you scared the hell out of us! What's with the black?"
"It's like my brother's. Also the traditional wear of a dark templar from the Sargas tribe, who I can now call myself one of for my development of abilities in the 'year' I have spent here. Follow me. I have something to show you."
"Both of us?"
"If you wish."
They glanced at each other, but followed the templar into the darkness beyond the doorway.
~~~~~~~
It was deathly dark inside- the only light coming from a shard of green/blue crystal, suspended in mid-air in the far corner, which illuminated the room in the deep, moody tint of midnight azure. There was nothing at all inside besides that, and a series of carvings inlaid in the rounded walls that appeared to be writing.
Ratal walked over to a wall, whispering silently as he traces his fingers along one line of the carvings, and pressed his palm against a slightly raised design of a spiral. Suddenly light flooded in- a portion of the floor had swung open.
"I built this space so I could have seclusion from the world. And it is, as you can see, directly above the crater."
"Huh? How?"
"I created a field of psionic energy, which the plants grew overtop."
"Oh. Why?"
"So I would not be disturbed when I'm down here." he finished, stepping down into the hole.
The two jumped in after him, but upon seeing there was nothing below then save a mile of open air, they followed their first natural reaction- they screamed.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
But two seconds later, they stopped falling.
"You didn't think I'd let you plummet to your deaths, did you? You're suspended on a platform constructed of psi."
Triin and Katass looked forward to see Ratal. Standing in mid air. And screamed again.
" AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Ratal just rolled his eyes, scowling "Oh shut up." But it was not his words that quieted them. It was looking out into the massive... garden.
The 'roof' offered concealment, but from between the plant's fibrous roots hundreds of tiny ribbons of light struck down in little shafts onto the earth. But it was far from bare- mosses and grasses and flowers of every sort and description, and some beyond description, lined the walls and floor, some even growing over the wreck of the ship, which stopped the bleakness of the scorched metal from marring the place's beauty. And at the very bottom was a small pile of earth, only covered with clover.
Ratal saw their wonderment, and said quietly "I could not stand seeing this as a place of death. I wanted it to seem alive. So I used my power to induce these to grow here." and looking at the mound, he added "That's her grave."
He let them stare for a short while longer, but then called their attention and said "And I found this strange object down here a short while ago. At first it was merely a sphere of rock, but now..." and he produced from behind him...
"A dragonball! That's a good sign. If a dragonball has come to you, it shows that your intentions are good. We should go see Sanchiro-sama now." smiled Triin, his voice happy.
And so they left (It turned out that Katass and Triin knew how to fly- they'd just forgotten that fact in their earlier panic) and traveled toward Sanchiro's island. To make a long story short, they got the dragonballs after another year of searching with the ten's combined efforts.
"Finally. It's taken a long time, and been a difficult year, but we have them at last."
~~~~~~~
Ratal awoke from his dream, and broke out of his state of meditation. The memories after that point were too painful to bear.
They had wished her back, but when she appeared, alive and well, she had told him she did not feel in her heart that she belonged on this planet, so far from her people. And she convinced Ratal to use the next wish to put her back on the ship with the dark ones.
"And who will tell your brother that you are alive?" she had said. Ratal gave her what she wanted.
There was no third wish. If they revived Shat, he would appear on a now hostile planet, and probably be killed again. Cha had died before they had reached atmosphere, and would appear in the deadly vacuum of space. And Ratal himself did not wish to rejoin his people. He did not wish to leave these children who had become his friends, who had stood by him in his sorrow. So there was no third wish.
Then his eyes had lit up.
He asked for memories of different peoples, races, and times, that he may share them with his friends. The wish was granted, and the dragon left.
And now, awake from his memories, he only sat still, staring out at the walls of his shelter, his sanctuary, his protection...... his prison. Then he noticed something, as he put his hand to his face.
It was streaked with tears.
~~NOTE~~ That's the end of my little Starcraft adventure. Now back to Oboe's story, and the nameks.
-
I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed "Dreams", but a MAJOR thank-you is to be sent out to chikyuu, that review turned a very bad day into something wonderful! //.^ Arigato!
-
Just remember people- the more reviews I get, the more I know how people care, the faster I type! *laughs* Don't you hate when authors use that line? We're all evil, you know. *evil keflka laugh* ~~