DISCLAMER: I don't own these characters, blah blah blah
It was almost nightfall when the three wariors arrived in Kepodia. They had been
traveling for weeks and were exhausted. They decided that they were going to rest for the
night and visit Chivas in the morning. Storm walked a good distance away from Brooklyn and
Zola leaving them alone.
At that time Brooklyn began to look at Zola in a new light. He started to notice
how pretty she was. He had zoned out and suddenly realized he was staring at her, but he
couldn't help it. She was the most wonderful creature he'd ever met. She was brave, strong,
and beautiful. He didn't know it at the time but he was falling in love with her, but did
she feel the same way? And if they did, what would their future hold for them?
Day break finally occurred. Brooklyn had awoken first, and found that Zola was cuddled
up right next to him. He knew that they had to find Chivas, but didn't want to lose this
moment. He felt safe with her, like he belonged, and didn't want to lose that feeling. Soon
though, Zola woke up and noticed Brooklyn right next to her. She peered into Brooklyns eyes.
The next thing she knew was that her mouth and his were being pulled closer and closer
together. They were almost close enough to touch, when both of them relized what was going to
happen and turned their heads away. They both wanted to but they couldn't not just yet.
They both got to their feet and decided to fing Storm. They walked toward the direction
he had went off too, when they were suddenly pushed down behind a large bolder. It was Storm.
Brooklyn started to ask him what was up when Storm shushed him and pointed to a figure walking
towards the town. The figure was in direct sunlight and could barely be made out. Soon the
figure was close enough and out of the suns rays. It was a gargoyal. It was Demonia. What was
she doing near Kepodia. The three decided to investigate.
The follow Demonia at a distance. She headed right for the town, when she turned
left and went up a narrow path. The path went on for what seemed like hours. Demonia was walking
at a fast pase and seemed to be in a hurry. The treo finally saw Demonia turn off the path
behind some trees. When the figured she was out of earshot, they followed the path she had
taken. When they went behind the tree she had gone behind, they saw that there were two
different paths. Which one did Demonia take? She was no where to be seen, and she left no
tracks on the ground. The only thing they could see was a signpost with two different arrows
pointing to each path. The arrow on the right said Laurell and the one on the left said
Figwitt.
"Where do we go now? We need to find Demonia, but we also need to talk to Chivas." said
Brooklyn. They all knew the solution. They had to split up. Brooklyn went towards Laurell, Zola
went to Figwitt, and Storm went to Kepodia. They didn't know what to expect on the roads
ahead, and now they were alone. They were no longer a team and they didn't know when or if they
would see eachother again. There were many dangers in this world, and in some ways they
weren't prepared to face them. This world was especially dangerous for Brooklyn. He was a
stranger here, and was less aware of the creatures on his path, and who he would find in Laurell.
It was almost nightfall when the three wariors arrived in Kepodia. They had been
traveling for weeks and were exhausted. They decided that they were going to rest for the
night and visit Chivas in the morning. Storm walked a good distance away from Brooklyn and
Zola leaving them alone.
At that time Brooklyn began to look at Zola in a new light. He started to notice
how pretty she was. He had zoned out and suddenly realized he was staring at her, but he
couldn't help it. She was the most wonderful creature he'd ever met. She was brave, strong,
and beautiful. He didn't know it at the time but he was falling in love with her, but did
she feel the same way? And if they did, what would their future hold for them?
Day break finally occurred. Brooklyn had awoken first, and found that Zola was cuddled
up right next to him. He knew that they had to find Chivas, but didn't want to lose this
moment. He felt safe with her, like he belonged, and didn't want to lose that feeling. Soon
though, Zola woke up and noticed Brooklyn right next to her. She peered into Brooklyns eyes.
The next thing she knew was that her mouth and his were being pulled closer and closer
together. They were almost close enough to touch, when both of them relized what was going to
happen and turned their heads away. They both wanted to but they couldn't not just yet.
They both got to their feet and decided to fing Storm. They walked toward the direction
he had went off too, when they were suddenly pushed down behind a large bolder. It was Storm.
Brooklyn started to ask him what was up when Storm shushed him and pointed to a figure walking
towards the town. The figure was in direct sunlight and could barely be made out. Soon the
figure was close enough and out of the suns rays. It was a gargoyal. It was Demonia. What was
she doing near Kepodia. The three decided to investigate.
The follow Demonia at a distance. She headed right for the town, when she turned
left and went up a narrow path. The path went on for what seemed like hours. Demonia was walking
at a fast pase and seemed to be in a hurry. The treo finally saw Demonia turn off the path
behind some trees. When the figured she was out of earshot, they followed the path she had
taken. When they went behind the tree she had gone behind, they saw that there were two
different paths. Which one did Demonia take? She was no where to be seen, and she left no
tracks on the ground. The only thing they could see was a signpost with two different arrows
pointing to each path. The arrow on the right said Laurell and the one on the left said
Figwitt.
"Where do we go now? We need to find Demonia, but we also need to talk to Chivas." said
Brooklyn. They all knew the solution. They had to split up. Brooklyn went towards Laurell, Zola
went to Figwitt, and Storm went to Kepodia. They didn't know what to expect on the roads
ahead, and now they were alone. They were no longer a team and they didn't know when or if they
would see eachother again. There were many dangers in this world, and in some ways they
weren't prepared to face them. This world was especially dangerous for Brooklyn. He was a
stranger here, and was less aware of the creatures on his path, and who he would find in Laurell.
