Von attacked the Vione, shattering the glass surrounding the control deck,
and throwing Mystic to the ground. Von was destroying everything. He was
filled with an uncontrollable rage; he was determined to destroy everything
and everyone on the Vione.
Nariya and Eriya finally came to the rescue, scaring Von off. Mystic stood to see the two cat girls.
They both had their head rested on Folken's lap. They were dying, dying because of Folken!
'Lord Folken, we love you.' Nariya gasped.
'I know.' Folken replied.
'Tell Mystic we'll miss her.' Eriya told him.
'We're sorry we couldn't stay longer...' Nariya chocked out.
'No! You can't die!' Mystic called to them, stumbling out from where she had been standing, but it was too late, they were already gone.
Folken took Eriya's Guymelef and flew away from the Vione. He now only had one of his three precious jewels left, Mystic. Folken shed a tear, a tear for everyone he had hurt, a tear for Nariya and Eriya, a tear for Mystic, she had never gotten to say goodbye to the twins.
Folken landed the Guymelef in the ruins of Fanelia, and called for Von. Von arrived with Hitomi later the next day.
Mystic was leaning against a fallen wall, as Folken talked to Von, arguing. They were suddenly attacked by two dragons.
Mystic jumped to her feet, following Folken roughly, while she heard Von fighting. Folken and Mystic stumbled upon Hitomi, cornered by a dragon. Folken grabbed her, telling her to be quiet. Mystic slipped off into another direction, hoping to distract one of the dragons.
Folken, and Hitomi met up with Mystic. They were standing on a piece of stone above Von; he was cornered by the dragons.
'Von, let go of all your hate and anger. The dragons can sense it!' Folken called down to Von. Von hesitated, deciding whether he should take his brother's advice or not. He then put down his sword, admitting defeat to the dragons.
Von had agreed to take Folken and Mystic back with him, soon they arrived in Asturia. Folken quickly got a presence with Dryden, while Mystic stood by his side.
'I bring many gifts as well.' Folken continued, he was trying to convince Asturia to grant him asylum. Mystic was standing silently beside him, wanting the exact same thing. After much deliberation, both Mystic and Folken were granted asylum, under one condition: Folken had to help Asturia in the battle against Zaibach.
*~*~*A Few Nights Later*~*~*
Folken laid Mystic down on his bed, kissing down her neck. He slipped his hand up her shirt, rewarded with a moan from her.
'Folken,' Mystic started, trying to get his attention. He looked up at her, 'You can't do this, we can't do this.' Mystic pleaded with him. Folken still had his hand up her shirt.
Folken pulled back, disappointed. 'What do you mean?' He asked, feeling something bad was about to happen.
Mystic sat up, supporting herself with her elbows. 'We can't ever be together, it's impossible.' Mystic confessed sadly, she knew Folken knew, but he would never have admitted it to himself, it would have to take someone else to do it for him.
Folken looked away, feeling used. 'Get out.' He told her coldly. He wasn't taking it as well as Mystic had thought he would. She thought he would have understood, he was older, and much wiser. Could love have clouded his judgment?
'What?' Mystic was confused.
'GET OUT!' Folken yelled in her face angrily. Mystic scampered out of the room quickly, running to her room once she got into the hallway, scared that Folken might follow her.
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AN: @_@ I feel my chapters growing shorter and shorter.
Nariya and Eriya finally came to the rescue, scaring Von off. Mystic stood to see the two cat girls.
They both had their head rested on Folken's lap. They were dying, dying because of Folken!
'Lord Folken, we love you.' Nariya gasped.
'I know.' Folken replied.
'Tell Mystic we'll miss her.' Eriya told him.
'We're sorry we couldn't stay longer...' Nariya chocked out.
'No! You can't die!' Mystic called to them, stumbling out from where she had been standing, but it was too late, they were already gone.
Folken took Eriya's Guymelef and flew away from the Vione. He now only had one of his three precious jewels left, Mystic. Folken shed a tear, a tear for everyone he had hurt, a tear for Nariya and Eriya, a tear for Mystic, she had never gotten to say goodbye to the twins.
Folken landed the Guymelef in the ruins of Fanelia, and called for Von. Von arrived with Hitomi later the next day.
Mystic was leaning against a fallen wall, as Folken talked to Von, arguing. They were suddenly attacked by two dragons.
Mystic jumped to her feet, following Folken roughly, while she heard Von fighting. Folken and Mystic stumbled upon Hitomi, cornered by a dragon. Folken grabbed her, telling her to be quiet. Mystic slipped off into another direction, hoping to distract one of the dragons.
Folken, and Hitomi met up with Mystic. They were standing on a piece of stone above Von; he was cornered by the dragons.
'Von, let go of all your hate and anger. The dragons can sense it!' Folken called down to Von. Von hesitated, deciding whether he should take his brother's advice or not. He then put down his sword, admitting defeat to the dragons.
Von had agreed to take Folken and Mystic back with him, soon they arrived in Asturia. Folken quickly got a presence with Dryden, while Mystic stood by his side.
'I bring many gifts as well.' Folken continued, he was trying to convince Asturia to grant him asylum. Mystic was standing silently beside him, wanting the exact same thing. After much deliberation, both Mystic and Folken were granted asylum, under one condition: Folken had to help Asturia in the battle against Zaibach.
*~*~*A Few Nights Later*~*~*
Folken laid Mystic down on his bed, kissing down her neck. He slipped his hand up her shirt, rewarded with a moan from her.
'Folken,' Mystic started, trying to get his attention. He looked up at her, 'You can't do this, we can't do this.' Mystic pleaded with him. Folken still had his hand up her shirt.
Folken pulled back, disappointed. 'What do you mean?' He asked, feeling something bad was about to happen.
Mystic sat up, supporting herself with her elbows. 'We can't ever be together, it's impossible.' Mystic confessed sadly, she knew Folken knew, but he would never have admitted it to himself, it would have to take someone else to do it for him.
Folken looked away, feeling used. 'Get out.' He told her coldly. He wasn't taking it as well as Mystic had thought he would. She thought he would have understood, he was older, and much wiser. Could love have clouded his judgment?
'What?' Mystic was confused.
'GET OUT!' Folken yelled in her face angrily. Mystic scampered out of the room quickly, running to her room once she got into the hallway, scared that Folken might follow her.
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AN: @_@ I feel my chapters growing shorter and shorter.