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Walking was slow and difficult, as Crystal was more of a hindrance than a help. Monsters attacked viciously, and I was majorly glad that Peter could fight. After 3 days of walking, Crystal was starting to gain back her strength, and was able to walk without mine or Peter's help.
By the 5th day, Crystal was fighting again, and with as much vigor as before her injury. Watching her, I was glad she was well again, but some part of me wished she were still dependent on me. She also seemed like she was hiding something from me. What it could be, I had no idea.
After a week of walking, we finally reached the foot of the mountain pass. I was looking forward to having Crystal in the lead, and didn't pay attention much, so I really didn't notice that Peter was more withdrawn from us. We made camp, ready to leave in the morning, but Peter didn't say one word to us that night. I sorta thought that strange, but I didn't dwell on it, at least until morning......
"What do you mean he's gone?! He was here last night!"
"I don't know. He's just..... gone. Don't worry about it." Again, I had the feeling that she was hiding something from me. Damn. I wanted to talk to him about Tempest and Angel, but I guess I wouldn't know until I talked to them in person. We started walking as soon as we were packed.
It took us the entire day to climb through the treacherous mountain pass, and just as the dawn of a new day broke upon the peaks surrounding us, we found ourselves in a valley enveloped in thick mist. The misty ground shone pink and red in the morning light, so much as it could be a reflective mirror of the sky. We set up a tent for the rest of the day, and slept until the next day, where no dawn welcomed the day.
We woke up to a shadowed sky. The sky itself was foreboding, and encompassed in a deep grey, almost black. That didn't give me the best feeling, but I shook it off, and headed for the village with Crystal. Upon entering, the first thing we saw was a girl and a boy fighting by the entrance of the village. We stood watching their fight, and I was sure the girl was going to win. She was relatively pretty, and if mirrors showed the opposite of what they were reflecting, She was Crystal's reflection.
She was wearing the same outfit as Crystal, though instead of lightly tanned leather and a white shirt, she had black leather and a blood-red top. Her hair was only to her collarbone, and was black, so it contrasted in as many ways possible to Crystal's white-silver-blonde hair that fell to her fingertips. Her face would be a replica of Crystal's if not for the color. Deeply tanned, red eyes, red lips, and fierce expression was as far from Crystal as you can get. Oh well. Crystal was definitely cuter. I could see why she had been named Tempest. She radiated a bad attitude, and storm definitely gave shape to her personality, whereas Crystal's name means purity, and Crystal is an angel on earth.
The boy, Angel, certainly looked like an angel. Not so much his style, but his expression. More soft than fierce, and his hair and eyes were indeed Dark Brown, laced with black strands. His square jaw gave him a friendly look, and I couldn't help agreeing that I would definitely be making friends first.
Walking was slow and difficult, as Crystal was more of a hindrance than a help. Monsters attacked viciously, and I was majorly glad that Peter could fight. After 3 days of walking, Crystal was starting to gain back her strength, and was able to walk without mine or Peter's help.
By the 5th day, Crystal was fighting again, and with as much vigor as before her injury. Watching her, I was glad she was well again, but some part of me wished she were still dependent on me. She also seemed like she was hiding something from me. What it could be, I had no idea.
After a week of walking, we finally reached the foot of the mountain pass. I was looking forward to having Crystal in the lead, and didn't pay attention much, so I really didn't notice that Peter was more withdrawn from us. We made camp, ready to leave in the morning, but Peter didn't say one word to us that night. I sorta thought that strange, but I didn't dwell on it, at least until morning......
"What do you mean he's gone?! He was here last night!"
"I don't know. He's just..... gone. Don't worry about it." Again, I had the feeling that she was hiding something from me. Damn. I wanted to talk to him about Tempest and Angel, but I guess I wouldn't know until I talked to them in person. We started walking as soon as we were packed.
It took us the entire day to climb through the treacherous mountain pass, and just as the dawn of a new day broke upon the peaks surrounding us, we found ourselves in a valley enveloped in thick mist. The misty ground shone pink and red in the morning light, so much as it could be a reflective mirror of the sky. We set up a tent for the rest of the day, and slept until the next day, where no dawn welcomed the day.
We woke up to a shadowed sky. The sky itself was foreboding, and encompassed in a deep grey, almost black. That didn't give me the best feeling, but I shook it off, and headed for the village with Crystal. Upon entering, the first thing we saw was a girl and a boy fighting by the entrance of the village. We stood watching their fight, and I was sure the girl was going to win. She was relatively pretty, and if mirrors showed the opposite of what they were reflecting, She was Crystal's reflection.
She was wearing the same outfit as Crystal, though instead of lightly tanned leather and a white shirt, she had black leather and a blood-red top. Her hair was only to her collarbone, and was black, so it contrasted in as many ways possible to Crystal's white-silver-blonde hair that fell to her fingertips. Her face would be a replica of Crystal's if not for the color. Deeply tanned, red eyes, red lips, and fierce expression was as far from Crystal as you can get. Oh well. Crystal was definitely cuter. I could see why she had been named Tempest. She radiated a bad attitude, and storm definitely gave shape to her personality, whereas Crystal's name means purity, and Crystal is an angel on earth.
The boy, Angel, certainly looked like an angel. Not so much his style, but his expression. More soft than fierce, and his hair and eyes were indeed Dark Brown, laced with black strands. His square jaw gave him a friendly look, and I couldn't help agreeing that I would definitely be making friends first.