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Chapter Twenty Two
Ivan thrust his sword upward. The lizard moaned and fell to the ground at his feet. Ivan turned to his friends with a look of determination and victory. He sheathed his sword and wiped sweat from his face. From all the places he had trained, Suhulla desert was his favorite. Ivan wished that they would be able to find Isaac soon, but with no luck. Day after day they trained in Suhulla desert and against each other. Day after day they grew stronger, but saw no signs of Isaac. Ivan feared that Isaac was dead, although he couldn't bring himself to tell the others.
Robin watched his sword slice through the armor and body of another troll. The sword weighed so little, yet was extremely sharp and strong. "Grand Gaia!" he shouted, and all around him trolls cried out in pain and met their deaths. Robin tried to push away memories of his friends, of whom he was sure were no longer alive, or had forgotten him, or were being held captive somewhere. The thoughts kept coming into his mind, however, and caused him to lose concentration. His attention was returned to the battle when a troll slammed his spiked club into his chest. However, rather than severely harming him, the club merely bounced off the dragon scales and left Robin trying to catch his breath. He boy summoned a golden energy sword and flung it into the troll's jaw, shattering it. Without even watching to see if the troll fell, Robin turned to his remaining enemies. He didn't know how long he had been fighting, but it seemed like hours. Despite his lightweight armor and sword, Robin was tiring. The trolls seemed endless, yet his psynergy was quite a different matter. He summoned his djinn. Charon dove at the sword, turning it a dim gold color, and making it seem weightless to Robin. The boy ran with his newfound energy to slice more trolls.
The supply of trolls was running low. Only a few tired looking old trolls remained. Robin butchered them with ease, and sat down to rest and wipe the sweat from his face. Kakarot didn't show up, and Robin wondered what had happened to him, until one last troll entered the hallway which he was in. Robin jumped to his feet and readied his sword. The troll held a huge sword, which he waved easily with his amazing strength. Robin parried again and again, until he was worn out fully. The troll began to glow gold, and then disappeared, to reveal Kakarot standing in it's place. He had a big smile on his face. Robin grinned at him and asked, "How did I do?" Kakarot shrugged, and replied, "Let's see... the last person to do that faster than you... me." He grinned and said, "Congratulations, you did a good job." Robin smiled.
Ivan shivered in the cold. Training outside during the winter wasn't his idea of a fun time; especially when it just happens to be pouring down freezing rain. Alex and Picard seemed to be enjoying themselves and keeping perfectly warm. 'Lucky Mercury adepts...' thought Ivan. Picard waved his sword in the air. "Hey Ivan," he called, "Come here a minute." Ivan sighed and walked over to his friend. "Are you cold?" asked Picard. Ivan nodded as an answer. Picard sighed. "You look awfully cold," he said, "you know I could use some hot soup right now." Ivan hopped up and down at the mention of hot soup, and quickly rushed off towards the city. Picard laughed to himself as he watched him go. 'Funny kid,' he thought.
Ivan sighed in contentment as he scooped himself a second bowl of soup. The soup was tomato, sizzling hot. Although Ivan was extremely energetic and constantly moving, he sometimes had trouble keeping warm in such conditions. Ivan thought back on the day's training, and smiled to himself. He had trained hard, and grown much stronger in his last few years, however, the word 'bed' still meant a lot to him. He felt the heat of the soup going down his throat, and turned to see how his friends were doing. Garet looked miserable, shivering uncontrollably and barely managing to get his soup spoon into his mouth. Alex, Picard, Sheba, and Justin looked quite content eating their soup at a reasonable rate. Ivan was warming up, but hardly filling up. He scooped another bowl of soup.
Ivan awoke outside of the city. He didn't know where he was, but it appeared to be summer suddenly. In the distance, he saw two dark figures approaching him, swords drawn. Right as they began to get close, they disappeared, and Ivan found himself in his bed at the inn. 'A vision? What do these dreams mean? Do they mean anything?' he thought. Ivan got out of bed and walked slowly down the stairs. His feet dragged behind him, and he felt completely worn out. 'Perhaps I won't train any today,' he thought. This sounded good to him, and so was exactly what he did.
Robin looked at jewel Raditz had given him. He had said that it officially made him the rank of knight. Robin didn't know what this meant, but it sounded good to him. The jewel was green, smooth, and fairly big. He thought about what to do with it, and finally pocketed it. Kakarot then called him for another day of training. Day after day, Robin did nothing but train. He was happy to become strong, but he missed his friends. They were beginning to slip from his memory.
Robin whipped his sword around to block the troll's chain. It had already hit him once, and he didn't wish to repeat that. He had immediately healed the wound in his arm, but the trickle of dried blood was bothering him. Something was distracting him; he shouldn't have failed to block the blow. Robin knew exactly what it was. It was his friends. Every day he missed them more and more. Robin thrust his sword inside a link on the chain and yanked it from the troll's grasp. He slipped it off with ease and hurled his sword into the troll's nose. He moaned in pain, and Robin slammed the chain against his back. It moaned again, and this time fell down. Robin retrieved his sword and cleaned it before returning it to it's sheath on his back. He then headed for bed.
Thirteen year old Ivan stood in the field between Tolbi and Suhulla. He loved to come out into the field and just sit or stand around listening to the birds. Suddenly, it hit him that this was where he had been in his dream. Then, he realized that two cloaked people were approaching him. One of them held a long, white sword and the other a slightly shorter silver sword. Somehow, Ivan didn't trust them. He drew his sword and prepared for battle. However, as they drew closer, Ivan's blood ran cold. One was Felix, and the other was Isaac. Ivan gasped and asked, "Isaac?" Robin turned at the mention of his old name. Felix shook his head, and replied, "No, neither of us are named Isaac." Ivan came closer, and said, "This must be Isaac, it looks exactly like him!" Robin said, "I'm sorry, but my name is Robin. You are Ivan are you not?" Ivan nodded his head slowly, wondering if perhaps Isaac had been brainwashed. Felix spoke up. "My master sent me to get you and your friends. You will join us or die." Ivan tried to hold back tears. He cried, "Felix, have you brainwashed my brother? He is Isaac, not Robin. After all that evil you have done to us, can you possibly expect us to join you?" Felix shrugged, and said, "Your brother joined us, if this really is your brother." Ivan glared and lunged with his sword at Felix. Robin reached out and grabbed Ivan's arm. He struggled against the strong arms of the boy he thought was his brother. This couldn't be his brother. The loving, caring Isaac. Ivan's best friend, partner, brother...
Ivan heard voices. The voices of Felix, Isaac and someone else. He heard Isaac say, "We found Ivan. He was alone, but we brought him back to you." The other voice which Ivan didn't recognize said, "If we can only get them one at a time, it's better than none at all." Then Felix spoke up. "Saturos," he said, "We will not fail you again. Next time we will succeed in retrieving more than one. The other voice, which Ivan expected to be Saturos said, "With the power of Ivan, you will have little trouble finding them. That boy will make an excellent warrior. Robin, you said he was stronger than you, did you not?" Isaac replied, "He was when I last saw him, but I am much more powerful than he is now." Saturos replied, "Perfect. He is also younger than you are." Suddenly, a blue skinned man appeared in front of Ivan's face. He said, "I think he's awake now." 'So this is Saturos,' thought Ivan. 'I didn't picture him looking quite like this.'
Alex paced back and forth. "He's never been this late before. Not nearly. He's always back by dark," he said. His older brother sighed. "Stop worrying, Alex, he'll be fine. You know him, he's about the strongest one of us," he said. Alex nodded, and quietly repeated to himself, "He'll be ok, he'll be ok. Stop worrying, he'll be ok." Little did Alex know where the young Jupiter adept currently was.
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YAY! Another chapter. If you have any suggestions about what I should do next, feel free to make them, because I'm changing my plans constantly. I hope you liked it, and if you didn't, feel free to review and tell me why, considering that this chapter is quite a bit different from the others. Bye!
Chapter Twenty Two
Ivan thrust his sword upward. The lizard moaned and fell to the ground at his feet. Ivan turned to his friends with a look of determination and victory. He sheathed his sword and wiped sweat from his face. From all the places he had trained, Suhulla desert was his favorite. Ivan wished that they would be able to find Isaac soon, but with no luck. Day after day they trained in Suhulla desert and against each other. Day after day they grew stronger, but saw no signs of Isaac. Ivan feared that Isaac was dead, although he couldn't bring himself to tell the others.
Robin watched his sword slice through the armor and body of another troll. The sword weighed so little, yet was extremely sharp and strong. "Grand Gaia!" he shouted, and all around him trolls cried out in pain and met their deaths. Robin tried to push away memories of his friends, of whom he was sure were no longer alive, or had forgotten him, or were being held captive somewhere. The thoughts kept coming into his mind, however, and caused him to lose concentration. His attention was returned to the battle when a troll slammed his spiked club into his chest. However, rather than severely harming him, the club merely bounced off the dragon scales and left Robin trying to catch his breath. He boy summoned a golden energy sword and flung it into the troll's jaw, shattering it. Without even watching to see if the troll fell, Robin turned to his remaining enemies. He didn't know how long he had been fighting, but it seemed like hours. Despite his lightweight armor and sword, Robin was tiring. The trolls seemed endless, yet his psynergy was quite a different matter. He summoned his djinn. Charon dove at the sword, turning it a dim gold color, and making it seem weightless to Robin. The boy ran with his newfound energy to slice more trolls.
The supply of trolls was running low. Only a few tired looking old trolls remained. Robin butchered them with ease, and sat down to rest and wipe the sweat from his face. Kakarot didn't show up, and Robin wondered what had happened to him, until one last troll entered the hallway which he was in. Robin jumped to his feet and readied his sword. The troll held a huge sword, which he waved easily with his amazing strength. Robin parried again and again, until he was worn out fully. The troll began to glow gold, and then disappeared, to reveal Kakarot standing in it's place. He had a big smile on his face. Robin grinned at him and asked, "How did I do?" Kakarot shrugged, and replied, "Let's see... the last person to do that faster than you... me." He grinned and said, "Congratulations, you did a good job." Robin smiled.
Ivan shivered in the cold. Training outside during the winter wasn't his idea of a fun time; especially when it just happens to be pouring down freezing rain. Alex and Picard seemed to be enjoying themselves and keeping perfectly warm. 'Lucky Mercury adepts...' thought Ivan. Picard waved his sword in the air. "Hey Ivan," he called, "Come here a minute." Ivan sighed and walked over to his friend. "Are you cold?" asked Picard. Ivan nodded as an answer. Picard sighed. "You look awfully cold," he said, "you know I could use some hot soup right now." Ivan hopped up and down at the mention of hot soup, and quickly rushed off towards the city. Picard laughed to himself as he watched him go. 'Funny kid,' he thought.
Ivan sighed in contentment as he scooped himself a second bowl of soup. The soup was tomato, sizzling hot. Although Ivan was extremely energetic and constantly moving, he sometimes had trouble keeping warm in such conditions. Ivan thought back on the day's training, and smiled to himself. He had trained hard, and grown much stronger in his last few years, however, the word 'bed' still meant a lot to him. He felt the heat of the soup going down his throat, and turned to see how his friends were doing. Garet looked miserable, shivering uncontrollably and barely managing to get his soup spoon into his mouth. Alex, Picard, Sheba, and Justin looked quite content eating their soup at a reasonable rate. Ivan was warming up, but hardly filling up. He scooped another bowl of soup.
Ivan awoke outside of the city. He didn't know where he was, but it appeared to be summer suddenly. In the distance, he saw two dark figures approaching him, swords drawn. Right as they began to get close, they disappeared, and Ivan found himself in his bed at the inn. 'A vision? What do these dreams mean? Do they mean anything?' he thought. Ivan got out of bed and walked slowly down the stairs. His feet dragged behind him, and he felt completely worn out. 'Perhaps I won't train any today,' he thought. This sounded good to him, and so was exactly what he did.
Robin looked at jewel Raditz had given him. He had said that it officially made him the rank of knight. Robin didn't know what this meant, but it sounded good to him. The jewel was green, smooth, and fairly big. He thought about what to do with it, and finally pocketed it. Kakarot then called him for another day of training. Day after day, Robin did nothing but train. He was happy to become strong, but he missed his friends. They were beginning to slip from his memory.
Robin whipped his sword around to block the troll's chain. It had already hit him once, and he didn't wish to repeat that. He had immediately healed the wound in his arm, but the trickle of dried blood was bothering him. Something was distracting him; he shouldn't have failed to block the blow. Robin knew exactly what it was. It was his friends. Every day he missed them more and more. Robin thrust his sword inside a link on the chain and yanked it from the troll's grasp. He slipped it off with ease and hurled his sword into the troll's nose. He moaned in pain, and Robin slammed the chain against his back. It moaned again, and this time fell down. Robin retrieved his sword and cleaned it before returning it to it's sheath on his back. He then headed for bed.
Thirteen year old Ivan stood in the field between Tolbi and Suhulla. He loved to come out into the field and just sit or stand around listening to the birds. Suddenly, it hit him that this was where he had been in his dream. Then, he realized that two cloaked people were approaching him. One of them held a long, white sword and the other a slightly shorter silver sword. Somehow, Ivan didn't trust them. He drew his sword and prepared for battle. However, as they drew closer, Ivan's blood ran cold. One was Felix, and the other was Isaac. Ivan gasped and asked, "Isaac?" Robin turned at the mention of his old name. Felix shook his head, and replied, "No, neither of us are named Isaac." Ivan came closer, and said, "This must be Isaac, it looks exactly like him!" Robin said, "I'm sorry, but my name is Robin. You are Ivan are you not?" Ivan nodded his head slowly, wondering if perhaps Isaac had been brainwashed. Felix spoke up. "My master sent me to get you and your friends. You will join us or die." Ivan tried to hold back tears. He cried, "Felix, have you brainwashed my brother? He is Isaac, not Robin. After all that evil you have done to us, can you possibly expect us to join you?" Felix shrugged, and said, "Your brother joined us, if this really is your brother." Ivan glared and lunged with his sword at Felix. Robin reached out and grabbed Ivan's arm. He struggled against the strong arms of the boy he thought was his brother. This couldn't be his brother. The loving, caring Isaac. Ivan's best friend, partner, brother...
Ivan heard voices. The voices of Felix, Isaac and someone else. He heard Isaac say, "We found Ivan. He was alone, but we brought him back to you." The other voice which Ivan didn't recognize said, "If we can only get them one at a time, it's better than none at all." Then Felix spoke up. "Saturos," he said, "We will not fail you again. Next time we will succeed in retrieving more than one. The other voice, which Ivan expected to be Saturos said, "With the power of Ivan, you will have little trouble finding them. That boy will make an excellent warrior. Robin, you said he was stronger than you, did you not?" Isaac replied, "He was when I last saw him, but I am much more powerful than he is now." Saturos replied, "Perfect. He is also younger than you are." Suddenly, a blue skinned man appeared in front of Ivan's face. He said, "I think he's awake now." 'So this is Saturos,' thought Ivan. 'I didn't picture him looking quite like this.'
Alex paced back and forth. "He's never been this late before. Not nearly. He's always back by dark," he said. His older brother sighed. "Stop worrying, Alex, he'll be fine. You know him, he's about the strongest one of us," he said. Alex nodded, and quietly repeated to himself, "He'll be ok, he'll be ok. Stop worrying, he'll be ok." Little did Alex know where the young Jupiter adept currently was.
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YAY! Another chapter. If you have any suggestions about what I should do next, feel free to make them, because I'm changing my plans constantly. I hope you liked it, and if you didn't, feel free to review and tell me why, considering that this chapter is quite a bit different from the others. Bye!