'Fore I begin, I'd like to say a few things.
Number one: Thank you Mia for not killing me. I am working on updating, SEEE???!!!
Number two: Sorry if my writing style will be a bit different than that of the last two chapters, since this IS October, and I wrote those in...August? Really? Wow. That's a long time ago... ^^;
Number three: Thanks for reviewing, Akachi! ^_^ The sword is... not exactly cursed, persay... But it's definitely special. XP And yish, this will have Mudshipping and Marsshipping, cuz it's part of the "plot," but Ah've said too much already, so "Tata, yew lot!" and on with the story!!! ::Cackles::
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CHAPTER 3- MIA?
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Isaac hurried the other two Adepts away from the door. "Okay. Garet? Go to the right. Ivan, go to the left. And I," he paused, looking at the town. "I'll just go this way..."
Ivan and Garet exchanged glances and left before Isaac could yell at them or anything of the sort. Isaac went after Ivan. Ivan quickly crossed the river of ice and onto the other snow-covered side with ease.
Isaac wasn't so graceful. He slipped and fell down. Suppressing a string of ready curses, he got up shakily. Isaac slipped again, but slid up the river, about to crash into a waterfall. He quickly ducked at the last second (nearly falling down again), and crashed into a Mars Djinni in a small cave.
The Djinn hopped up and grinned. Isaac couldn't help but smile as well. Those Djinni were always annoyingly optimistic. The Mars Djinn hopped up and disappeared into Isaac's pack, where his Venus Djinni were kept.
Thinking the day was getting better, Isaac slid out of the miniature cave and got back right in front of the old couple's house. Isaac barely had time to sit down when Ivan sprinted up to him, dragging Garet in tow. "What's going on? Did you find Mia?"
Garet shook his head. "No. This little kid told us that 'Mia' had just gone to visit the old people."
Ivan nodded in confirmation and flung open the front door. He peeked in and motioned for Isaac and Garet to go inside, but quietly. Isaac slipped in before Garet and stopped.
The old man was sitting in the bed, looking on the brink of death. His wife anxiously stood beside the bed, wringing her hands nervously. But beside the old woman was a person Isaac did not know. He assumed it must be Mia. She was (in his eyes) a heavenly, tall girl with flowing blue hair. Isaac stood, staring for a few moments. None of the girls in Vale were this beautiful.
Mia sighed softly and extended her hands over the old man's frail figure. She murmured, "Ply" and a blue light spread to her fingertips. From them, a small pixie appeared. The pixie flew above the old man and sprinkled something on the old man.
Mia's glow started to fade, as did the projection of the pixie. She took a step back to support herself. She opened her cerulean eyes. They looked outwardly like the eyes of someone who is very concerned about something, but deep down, something unreadable was there. Isaac had never seen anything like it.
The old woman stopped his musings abruptly. "Is he going to be okay, Mia?" She roughly grabbed Mia's arm.
Mia, who had been staring into space, looked down at the old man. He slowly opened his eyes. "Mia? 'Sthat you?"
Mia smiled triumphantly. "Yes, Grandpa. It's me."
The old man's face crinkled into a smile. He tried to sit himself up even, but Mia pushed him down. "No," she gently reprimanded him. "You need your rest. Lie down."
He looked up at Mia and smiled defiantly. The old woman was positively beaming. Mia looked at the couple and smiled warmly. "I'll just leave you two, hmm? Grandma, just make sure he gets plenty of rest."
If the old woman heard Mia, she gave no indication.
Ivan, Isaac, and Garet were standing there in confused silence.
Mia whistled twice a Mercury Djinn walked out from behind the bed. "C'mon, Fizz!" Fizz, the Djinn, swished it's crablike tail in happiness and followed Mia like a loyal dog.
Mia was walking towards the door when she noticed the three Adepts standing there awkwardly. Frowning, she looked at each of them suspiciously. "Who are you, and what on Weyard are you doing here?" She fingered her staff, a sign that those who knew her immediately took to running if they saw it.
Isaac was stammering, so Ivan took over. "Uhh... I'm Ivan. This is Garet, and that's Isaac."
Mia frowned deeper and made a noise. "Oh, that helps! What're you doing here, eh?"
Fizz made a low growling noise, and its eyes narrowed. The old woman's maternal instincts took over. "Oh, Mia. These are the boys I sent out to look for you when Grandpa was having some trouble."
Mia's threatening look became much softer and inviting immediately. "Alright then." She stopped fingering her staff, but she didn't lower it. She was about to walk out the door when she suddenly stopped and turned around. "Grandma?"
The old woman looked over at Mia. "Yes?"
Mia pointed to a chest by the lit fireplace. "Is it okay if I borrow your bottle for awhile?"
The woman frowned. "Why? Why do you need it?"
Mia blinked and fidgeted. "Well... In case... Maybe... If..." She stopped. "PLEASE?"
The old woman scoffed. "Fine! Take it."
Mia smiled and opened the chest. Inside was a finely-crafted empty glass bottle.
Taking the bottle with her, she smiled at the three baffled and still confused Adepts and was about to walk out of the door again. However, the room filled with a flash of blue light. When all became clear again, Isaac saw Mia had rushed over to the window, her faithful Djinn in her arms. He watched an inner struggle appear on her angelic face.
"How? How can this... be? The Mercury Lighthouse? Only Alex and I can..." She gasped sharply and a panicked look crossed her features. "Oh no! Alex! No!" She knocked Isaac, Garet, and Ivan away with an incredible amount of force and sprinted out the door.
Isaac, Garet, and Ivan quietly walked out the door, speechless. This was a very eventful day indeed.
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END OF CHAPTER 3- MIA?
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Just to clarify: The chapter title means: Hey, is this Mia? Of course. It means nothing else. Or does it? I dunno. I wrote this chapter at 10:00, so I can't think straight. Mleh.
I would also like to point out that I would've written more in this chapter if my mom hadn't been standing over my shoulder, yelling at me to go to bed. Sorry! =(
Oh well. Please leave a pretty review, okay?