Mysterious song, everyone singing, what is this group coming to? And why is everyone hearing voices? Well you're just going to have to read on to find out!

By the way, my story line, everything else pretty much isn't mine, except for what doesn't belong in Zoids, that's mine.

Chapter 8:

"I loved you one last time,

As we turned and waved goodbye,

Taking our separate ways,

On the roads of life."

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It's time for a break; you've been going on for hours now with out some rest. Now it's already dark, you haven't spoken to me since you started to sing and you haven't eaten for a day. Time for a break!

"No, I have to keep on going, who knows what is out here and I want to find shelter." Krys argued knowing full well that it was a lie, she just didn't want to stop.

If someone wanted to find you, no amount of shelter will keep them from finding you, and you know it. Now we are stopping and you are going to rest.

"But…" Krys continued.

Dague cut her off, We are stopping and there is nothing you can says that is going to get me to change my mind!

Dague came to a complete stop in front of a group of caves, where Krys decided was the best place to stay. Krys climbed out of the Zoid and ventured into the mouth of one of the caves. When she found that everything was all right and to her liking she put her bed mat out and curled up just inside the mouth of the cave.

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"This is as good a time to stop and rest as any." Brad spoke aloud just to fill the silence. He absently rubbed the back of his neck where it was sore.

Safe enough if you ask me.

"I didn't ask you so if you mind." Brad snapped.

Touchy, touchy. You know, if you want a girl to like you, you've got to learn some manners.

"I don't need help from some voice in my head." Brad ignored the comment.

Some people say that the voices in your head are really yourself telling you that something's wrong and you need to fix it.

"So you're my head telling me that I'm in love with Krys and need to work on my manners?" Brad asked.

I didn't say that, I said that's what some people believe.

"For cryin' out loud, leave me alone!" Brad yelled and jumped out of his Zoid. "And good riddance!"

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The morning light came with no relief from the dread in Krys's heart. She had no idea why everything was so screwed up in life. It felt like she was two different people, in love with two different men. But even to that point she would not admit that she was in love with Brad.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the first sign of the impeding battle startled her.

She did not think it possible but she had been tracked by the people she had been fleeing.

"Stop there, witch!" the voice commanded over the intercoms.

"Go to hell, you know you'd never survive against me in another battle." She replied.

"I've been there and if I go back, I'm taking you with me, witch." He yelled back.

"Dague, power up all weapons, and defenses. It looks like we're not going to be able to avoid this battle any longer." Krys searched for the enemy Zoid using all the senses she had at her disposal. She found him above her on a cliff about fifty feet from her.

Won't he anticipate our movements? He already knows that you know where he is.

"Don't worry, we're stronger than he is, and you don't have the injuries his Zoid does." Krys replied.

"What's taking you so long? Usually you attack as soon as you spy your enemy." He baited her.

He's studied your attack patterns. And he's probably studied the Ancient's too. But he's only baiting you. Focus and let the battle play itself out, don't try and control it.

"Is that how my ancestor fought?" Krys replied, forcing the second personality out of her mind so she can focus.

No, she didn't have the gift you have. She only had traces of the power, but she pushed it too the point of no return.

"Well, he goes nothing," Krys felt her hands moving across the controls but she wasn't thinking about what she was doing. The attack on the enemy would have been fatal but he was a better fighter than she had anticipated.

She charged at him, he blocked. He charged at her, she blocked. That's how it went for nearly half the day, exhausting both fighters, and their Zoids.

How is he so good? Krys thought to herself.

She was about to give up to the aches in her body, when the final attacks came.

"You'll never survive, witch, if it's not me that kills you, someone else will. But at least I can rid this world of you and your kind. And after you die this day, I'll kill that man you fell in love with, then the girl you befriended, then her lover, followed by her brother. You ancients all belong in hell, and that's where I'm going to send you. You murdered my father and brothers and left me to suffer, all because of your damned empire. But the prince will never return to claim his thrown, and my family shall rule for the rest of time. The Pouvoir family had a weak link, and if it hadn't been for you witch, my father would have never been able to come to the thrown. And now you must die." The attack was quick and merciful to Dague, who fell at the enemy Zoid's feet dead. But for Krys, she had to watch as the warrior's life flashed before her eyes, then her own, until she faded into an agonized darkness, full of pain.

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The enemy Zoid made sure that Dague would never again rise, then left the two bodies, to be forever forgotten in the desert sands. Only the wind would be testament to the deaths that had happened there.

But other's had different ideas. A silver figure appeared before the lost Zoid.

His metallic voice sang the beautiful melody,

Calling down an angel who will help you believe. Sending out a prayer, I'm down on my knees. Reaching up to heaven knowing you will someday see, there's hope beyond the struggle just hold on, I'm calling down an angel.

Just hold on a little bit more Krys, in loves tender arms, death becomes something more, a gift I leave you with for harboring my love for so long, immortality for thee and thy love. But it 'tis not an immortality as in living forever, but an immortality of watching over thy children as we have watched over thee, live your life dear girl and not my love's, and find thy heart's true love.

A gentle peace entered Krys's death slumber and the life flowed back into her veins. One thought was left with her before the sleep dulled her senses, "You haven't killed me yet, damn it!"

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Brad didn't see the enemy until after a sniper missile hit him…

TO BE CONTINUED…

This is where I leave thee for a time. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! It's helped me want to continue this story, and no it's not as predictable as it seems at the moment. I hope. If you can think of anything good to throw in to make it a bit more interesting don't be slow to inform me. Or if you just want to say 'good job', 'keep going', 'it's great so far', or 'it totally sucks, and I hate it' don't be too shy.