CHAPTER 4:
Three Zoids ran across the large field. They raced each other as they stretched their legs. Their pilots could be heard over the Com. The large graceful black Zoid, Dague, out distanced the others easily.
"You guys are slow!" Krys shouted.
"Well most of us don't have thousands of years prior memory of piloting our Zoids." Bit pointed out.
Out of the middle of nowhere, Dague abruptly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Brad asked concern obviously showing.
"It just seems familiar here. Like something important to me was originally here." She explained as they looked around.
"Nothing that I know of was ever here." Bit interjected.
"It's not a building or anything like that. A Zoid, that was what was here, a Zoid." She told them.
"What kind of Zoid?" Brad asked confused.
"Not one but three. It was an important Zoid battle. The great evil was here." She told them.
"Shadowfox, take a scan of the region, I want to know if there is anything pointing to an ancient Zoid battle." Brad wanted to believe her badly, he had a feeling like something important took place in the field also.
Krys jumped from the inside of Dague. She bent down in the dirt and picked up a small metal beacon. It looked old from where Brad was watching.
"It's a piece off of an ancient Blade Liger." She called over the COM.
"How do you know it wasn't just left here after the last battle? It looks like its been beaten up badly." Bit called back.
"The last Zoid battle on this field was nearly five thousand years ago." Brad pointed out.
"Oh," was bit's only reply.
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"Lunch was delicious!" Bit proclaimed with delight. Krys had been with the group for nearly four weeks now.
"Yeah, I would have to agree." Leon Torrus answered.
"Very good!" Brad added to the comments.
"Needed a little salt," Leena told her not to be out done.
"Thanks guys," Krys answered ignoring Leena's jealous comment.
"What's for dessert?" Bit asked rubbing his stomach.
"What ever you want to fix yourself, I need to talk to Leon." Krys answered.
"Why?" Leon asked, he had never heard her story about her memories.
"I'll show you in a moment." She answered clearing her stuff from the table. "Follow me." She led him to an empty room and sat in the middle of the floor.
"What do you want?" he was now getting a little freaked out.
"Just sit down." She said with as much authority as she could muster, which happened to be enough to get Leon to sit down immediately.
"Close your eyes and focus on my mind." She instructed.
"But I'm not telepathic," he protested.
"Just do it." She retorted.
"Fine." he gave in.
It took a few moments for Krys to connect to Leon's mind but eventually she succeeded. Shilently she placed her hands on his temples behind his eyes, and bridged the gap between their minds.
She could see every part of his mind, from the moment he took his first breath to the moment she sat here in front of him. She pressed on, venturing farther into his mind. She pushed her mind farther into his. It was when she first found the memories she was looking for, when the silence was bridged with a gasp. She could see everything. He had been the Captain of the guard and her close friend, she could see herself from his point of view. She could see a little of the Prince she seeked. He had brown hair and was tall, as well as slightly muscular. But she had no idea who he was. She still had no idea to what the fate of the world would be if she did not find him. Nor did she know what it was that she had to protect the world from.
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The two imerged from the room half an hour later. Everyone looked to Krys to see what she had discovered, but when it appeared that she was not going to tell anyone what she had found out they left her alone with her thoughts.
"Why are you avoiding the rest of us?" Brad asked, after being ignored for more that two hours.
"I'm not avoiding you." She replied.
"Yes you are." he argued.
"I didn't mean too. I just have to think. Every mind I look into makes the picture clearer, but then it gets even blurrier than before when I get around this one person. It's like something wants me to forget about my prince, to forget about my responsibility. I just don't know what to do." She was on the verge of crying.
"Atnom donda vestove cklet." He whispered in her ear. "It means trust your heart always." He whispered.
But the expression on her face that he misread as not understanding was infact confusion. "I know what it means, how do you know what it means?" she asked.
And I leave you guys with a cliff hanger. I'm running out of ideas and this is starting to get sappy, so a lil'help would be nice right now. I've also got a lot of work to do at this moment so posting will take a bit of time. I don't own anything and I think this is getting a bit predictable. And on top of that I want more reviews…. Or it's gonna take even longer for me to post!