Mystic had had her own room for about a year, so had Dilandau. The other
six also had their own rooms, something much better than the one room with
many bunks. Mystic was walking past Folken's room on her way, and decided
to stop by and visit, maybe it would make her feel better.
She opened Folken's door, not bothering to knock, she felt that never had to and she never did anyways. Folken was sitting at his table, his hands over his face. He was slumped over a little. Mystic saw a tear escape from the coverage of his hands and role down his cheek.
'.Folken.' Mystic gasped a little hoarsely at the site. She couldn't believe it. She daintily walked up to him, trying not to upset him even more. Folken looked up, turning his head to her. Mystic stopped dead in her tracks.
'Mystic,' Folken said, seeing her, he quickly wiped his face of the tears. His face was still a little red. Mystic just stood there like a deer looking into headlights. 'Do. you need anything?' Folken asked hoarsely, trying to cover his embarrassment of being caught crying.
'I. ummm.' Mystic was still frozen; she had absolutely no idea what to say to him. Folken stood up and walked over to her, he was towering over her. She looked up to him, his shadow engulfing her. Mystic turned red. '.I.' She fell onto Folken's chest. 'Oh Lord Folken! I don't want to see you hurt like this! Please, tell me, what's wrong?' Mystic had said all of this without even thinking about it. Folken just stood there, he didn't say anything.
He took Mystic's face in his right hand and moved it to his. He kissed her deeply, passionately. Folken couldn't understand why she felt this way about him, he didn't deserve to have anyone, he deserved to be alone. Mystic kissed him back equally as passionate, maybe even more. Folken pulled back from her, he looked down at her. Her eyes glistened over, like she was remembering a memory of long ago.
'What is it?' Folken asked, letting go of her and sitting back down at his table. Mystic walked over to him.
'I just...' Mystic paused, 'I just thought I remembered something, before I knew you, before I knew the Dragonslayers.' Mystic stopped as though to catch her breath. 'But it's not possible, I don't know who those people were, it. was like a dream. it was all fuzzy.'
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'She may be remembering her past.' Dark Figure said. All five Sorcerers were gathered in one darkly light room.
'Yes, her memories from the Mystic Moon.' Shrouded figure concluded.
'Her future has become shrouded by the shadow of the White Dragon,' Figure from the Back said.
'Yes, but it is still unclear if she is remembering who she truly is. We should leave her, see what happens.' Unseen Figure told the others, they agreed and fell silent once again.
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AN: Sorry for another short chapter, I just don't want to give too much away at the moment.
She opened Folken's door, not bothering to knock, she felt that never had to and she never did anyways. Folken was sitting at his table, his hands over his face. He was slumped over a little. Mystic saw a tear escape from the coverage of his hands and role down his cheek.
'.Folken.' Mystic gasped a little hoarsely at the site. She couldn't believe it. She daintily walked up to him, trying not to upset him even more. Folken looked up, turning his head to her. Mystic stopped dead in her tracks.
'Mystic,' Folken said, seeing her, he quickly wiped his face of the tears. His face was still a little red. Mystic just stood there like a deer looking into headlights. 'Do. you need anything?' Folken asked hoarsely, trying to cover his embarrassment of being caught crying.
'I. ummm.' Mystic was still frozen; she had absolutely no idea what to say to him. Folken stood up and walked over to her, he was towering over her. She looked up to him, his shadow engulfing her. Mystic turned red. '.I.' She fell onto Folken's chest. 'Oh Lord Folken! I don't want to see you hurt like this! Please, tell me, what's wrong?' Mystic had said all of this without even thinking about it. Folken just stood there, he didn't say anything.
He took Mystic's face in his right hand and moved it to his. He kissed her deeply, passionately. Folken couldn't understand why she felt this way about him, he didn't deserve to have anyone, he deserved to be alone. Mystic kissed him back equally as passionate, maybe even more. Folken pulled back from her, he looked down at her. Her eyes glistened over, like she was remembering a memory of long ago.
'What is it?' Folken asked, letting go of her and sitting back down at his table. Mystic walked over to him.
'I just...' Mystic paused, 'I just thought I remembered something, before I knew you, before I knew the Dragonslayers.' Mystic stopped as though to catch her breath. 'But it's not possible, I don't know who those people were, it. was like a dream. it was all fuzzy.'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'She may be remembering her past.' Dark Figure said. All five Sorcerers were gathered in one darkly light room.
'Yes, her memories from the Mystic Moon.' Shrouded figure concluded.
'Her future has become shrouded by the shadow of the White Dragon,' Figure from the Back said.
'Yes, but it is still unclear if she is remembering who she truly is. We should leave her, see what happens.' Unseen Figure told the others, they agreed and fell silent once again.
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AN: Sorry for another short chapter, I just don't want to give too much away at the moment.