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Giving credit where credit is due: Since the issue has come up, causing me to pull my hair out in frustration and feel totally moronic. I have to give credit for some 'inspiration' from author Gatti, and I didn't say anything, and I feel horrible that I did that in the first place. So...I credit Gatti for inspiration on my fic and I've got to say I'm sorry. I hope I'm forgiven.
Chapter Six
Nine Minutes too Late
Flying, two miles from the Vione
Calliean flew as fast as she possibly could. The giant clock tower from Palas rang midnight. To the normal ear it was inaudible, but Calliean heard it clear as day. 'Am I gonna make it?'
"This is it." He sealed the envelope with the letter that told about his life. "They will find me, hanged in my own room, by my own hands and Shesta will cry and Gatti will pretend to be strong, but he will go to his own room, and cry until he falls asleep. Guimel will do the same, Dalet will brush it off, but will be scarred for the rest of his life. And...Dilandau...he will be shaken beyond belief because I will be the second soldier he's lost in the past month." Dak fixed the noose, made sure it would hold his weight, and then placed the chair beneath it. "Goodbye everyone. I am sorry for the grief I've caused in my life here..."
Flying, less than a mile from the Vione
"Hold on Dak, I'm almost there!" The silvery--haired girl cried out. She was less than a mile from the Vione, and could just see the mouth of the cavern that it floated in.
Vione, Dak's quarters
"This is it." Dak climbed up onto the chair and tightened the noose around his already raw throat, crying out as the material rubbed on the tender skin. "Please, forgive me..." he kicked aside the chair. When his eyes finally shut, the loud chimes in the kitchen signaled midnight.
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"Dak!" Calliean cried out as she crashed through the window of his room in a not--so graceful landing. She tumbled head over heels until she hit the wall, then looked up and saw the silver and blue--haired boy hanging from the ceiling. She was too late. Nine minutes too late to save him. "No...thi...this can't be..." suddenly, the door of the room burst open and Gatti and Shesta stood in the pale light of a single candle.
"Wha? YOU! Why are you here? Trying to finish him off are you!?" Gatti yelled.
"P...please, listen to me! It's not my fault, I swear...I...I only wanted to help...but..." Calliean bent over sobbing uncontrollably. "I was too late..."
"What? What do you mean too late!? He...he can't be...no..." Shesta shuddered, and then fell to the ground beside Calliean sobbing. "No, not again, not now!"
Author's note: You like? Yeah, it's slightly sad, I know. But I'll tell ya, I'm not done yet! There's more to come so hold on! And, as always, review, review, review!