Chapter 14: Schala

*13 is an unlucky number to start on, I've only have 4 new reviews for the newest chapter in "The Prophet's Apprentice", so I've got chapter 14 up now! MWAHAHAHAHAHA. If you didn't catch the hint, if you already haven't, review my other story, please!!!!!!!! Well, now that my arrogant cry for attention is over, on with the chapter!

I wasn't exactly sure what to think in that short period of time. It's hard when a man announces his love for you and the man who saved your life by almost giving his, wakes up all in the span of a few minutes.

When we approached the house, after leaving the two alone for a few minutes, I felt strange. I felt that something strange, something shocking, and something wonderful would happen all in a matter of minutes. It was an eerie feeling.

I knew the man just as the prophet, before I saw him unconscious in the cavern in which I was imprisoned. He was quiet, cold, and dark in his actions. I had seen him use magic sparingly, despite the great power I felt within him. Without the hood, he was much more menacing. His pale blue eyes were always stuck in a cold stare. He always seemed to be drowning in sorrow, shown by the near constant frown upon his pale face. I had a feeling that this 'Magus' wouldn't be much different than the prophet.

When we entered the room, he had already gotten out of his bed. His appearance was even more intimidating as his blood red cape waved with an unnatural wind. His face, however, softened at the sight of me. A small smile crept upon his face. Then a look of bewilderment erupted as he saw Frog enter the room.

"Wait a minute, excuse me for not greeting everyone properly," he said, sarcastically, "but why is Frog still a frog?"

"What dost thou mean. Mine guise is not as it should be?" Frog asked, confused.

"Didn't you find the note? My 'not so last farewell' note!" he looked at Lucca, who tried to remember something about the said 'note'.

"Well," Lucca said. "we were in such a rush in and out that we forgot about it."

He looked annoyed. Then, he looked up at me. I stared back into his eyes for a moment, then he gestured towards me. We went to the corner of the room.

"Hello, Schala. It's been a while." he said, his voice ridden with guilt.

"Hello, prophet...um...I mean Magus." he seemed to shudder in pain as I said the name.

"....Magus. I never thought I'd hear that name coming from you. It was always a comfort for me, knowing you wouldn't know about it...." he said. I didn't know what he meant. He was always so mysterious in his words, even now.

"What did you want to speak with me for?" I asked him. The question seemed to rank him out of his sea of sorrow and bring him back into reality.

"Oh, yes. That's right. Um, I don't really want to have to explain this right now, so you'll have to just bear with me on this one," he said. I nodded in agreement before he spoke again. "Thank you. Now, go over to Frog and give him a kiss."

At first I repelled. I didn't want to think about kissing him. Not that I thought his personality was repulsive, but have someone ask you to kiss an amphibian is a strange experience, but then I realized what he was getting at. I walked over to him and gave his a slight peck on the cheek. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck from out of nowhere. The room was encompassed in an immense, bright light, too bright to see through.

In an instant, the room had returned to normal, but with a small change. The brave and chivalrous knight known as Frog, was replaced with a handsome man, with a green hair. He was slightly smaller than Cyrus, but much taller than he was before. Everyone's jaw dropped, excluding Magus. He simply smirked for a moment, before speaking again.

"It was a simple frog-princess curse with a slight twist. There was only once princess who would be able to break the spell, and I'm assuming I don't have to tell you who." he said, almost proud of himself.

"Why me?" I asked. I couldn't dream why he'd place a curse upon someone that could only be broken by me.

"When I placed the curse, I was in the middle of a vicious streak. I didn't want anyone lifting it. The rest is a bit more personal and I would rather explain it in private." he said deliberately, gesturing the others to leave. He gave Lucca a kiss before she left, which left me alone with him.

"So, why me?" I asked once again.

"At the time, my mind was bent on one thing, the destruction of Lavos. For what he did to me and my family. I was originally from Zeal, but Lavos destroyed my family, and sent me to the year 600 A.D. There I thought of nothing but revenge. Revenge, and finding my sister," I suddenly realized what he was saying, but too surprised to interrupt, " I practically knew she survived. She had to, because if she hadn't, I couldn't have gone on living. So, I dedicated my life to destroying Lavos, and when I succeeded, I dedicated my life to finding my sister..........you."

Janus. I never would have dreamed, but after I knew, I could see it right away. I don't know how, he didn't look anything like he did when he was a boy, and his magical power had gone from none to immense. He'd changed so much. I looked at him for the longest time, and I could see the pale blue eyes begin to shine brighter for a moment, and that was when I was sure.

"Oh my. Janus? ....Of course. It would explain everything. My god, you've become quite the adult, haven't you. I never would have imagined. You've changed so much...." tears began to fall down my face. I never thought that Janus survived the encounter with Lavos. I grabbed him and hugged him fiercely. I didn't want to let go. It hadn't been very long for me, but I felt the pain of both of us in that moment. I somehow knew what he felt during the years. He smiled. He looked like the boy Janus when he did.

After a few moments, my mind was redirected, back to the decision I was asked to make. My face must have shown my concern, because Janus acknowledged it immediately.

"What's wrong, Schala?" he asked, protectively. It reminded me of when he was a boy.

"Oh nothing is wrong, I've just got to think about something."

"Well, tell me about it, perhaps I can help." He offered, trying to comfort me. I accepted, but didn't want to use Cyrus' name.

"A man told me he loved me, and I'm not sure how to react to him." I said. It sounded a little strange to me.

"I see," he said. I could already see anger grow in him a bit. "Well, do you love him?"

"I'm not sure. I mean, I like him, and he's kind, gentle, and caring. I like being around him, but I'm not sure it's love."

"Well, Schala. I'm not that knowledged in the ways of love to give you any advice, other than that you should listen to your feelings. If you feel it's right, than it probably is." I could tell it was hard for him to say that. I don't think he would trust a man to love me.

We left the room to find the three in the next room, talking. About what, I'm not sure, but their conversation stopped when we entered. I turned around to look Janus at Janus.

"Well, this feels strange, doesn't it?" Janus said to everyone. We all nodded in agreement. "So this quest has finally come to an end, but there's no big party this time. I suppose you'll want to go back and return to your own times..................." I stopped listening to what he was saying. I couldn't get my mind off of Cyrus. I thought about what Janus had told me, but my feelings were mixed. The more I thought about it, however, the closer I came to my decision.

"Excuse me," I chimed in. "Cyrus, I'd like to have a word with you."

I could feel Janus' anger as he realized who the man was. We walked into the next room. I knew Janus would sense what was happening, but I didn't care. I needed to resolve this, and I had already made my decision. I closed the door behind us.

"Cyrus......."

"Yes......." he said, eagerly.

"I love you too."

I had finally realized it after I spoke with Janus. I didn't exactly understand how I knew it, but I knew it. I had loved him since I met him, it just hadn't occurred to me. He was charming, considerate, handsome and fun. I admit, he wasn't exactly who I pictured my soulmate to be, which could be why I was a little unsure about my feelings, but I knew it then.

Unfortunately, Cyrus only had time to smile, before Janus rushed in and pinned him to the wall. His murderous gaze piercing Cyrus. Janus held him by his breast plate. He bared his fangs with anger, his eyes turned deep red. The wind in his cape grew stronger. I could only watch, and hope, and pray for my love. Janus growled at him for a moment before speaking.

"Schala, leave me with him for a moment...." he said, his voice was now slightly deeper and much harsher, a voice filled with anger.

"No, I won't leave you to hurt him, Janus." Cyrus was surprised by my use of the name. Janus turned and looked at me, his eyes still boiling red.

"Schala, leave!" he commanded. He seemed to have calmed a bit. "I've got some business with him. I will leave him.....unscarred." He looked back towards Cyrus. I looked at them before I left, hoping that everything would be alright. Hoping.................

*A ha! I hope I did everything I said I was gonna do. It's hard to remember, but oh well. We're drawing to the closing, with a huge LuMa chapter as we get back to where we once belonged, Magus' POV! Now, I've got a favor to ask you. If you happen to review this story, I would like you to tell me a few things. I'd like you to tell me what you liked/disliked about each POV ( like if they seemed right and what not) and what you thought of the alternating POV format. I'm a scholar of my own writing and am always looking for ways to make it better. I hope you all liked this, and I hope you all review!! You guys are the best. CT is so much better than DBZ to write in, I don't know why. Anyway, I'm rambling, so I'll leave you with a Promo of "The Prophet's Apprentice", review it, it's not much yet, but trust me, this is gonna be one of my best. PEACE

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