Spirit Room
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Wild Arms 3 or Wild Arms 2. The title of the story and the chapters are not mine either.
Summary: Evil seeps through Filgaia as darkness corrupts much of the land. The Prophets are transported into the Filgaia of WA2 and later, so are the heroes of WA3. What is it that the Prophets are attempting to succeed by doing this?
A/N: This is AU, and they are transported when they go to sleep, the night before they go to that thingy of Clive's father-in-law.
Chapter Two: You Get Me
The next couple hours passed in a blur. Nothing seemed important to Virginia, as she found she could never concentrate well on a subject she didn't enjoy. It was getting very dark and the group of ten had finally started digging through the rubble, in search of any living person or remains of a dead one. But the search was futile.
Roofs of houses had burned clear through, being made from merely papyrus-like reeds, which had been cut evenly and tied together at the end. Ash stained the ground and made it amazingly hard to see. Every time they moved anything, the dusty mixture would fly into their eyes from the ground and temporarily blind them.
Many of the buildings were still smoldering and the smoke floating from them would not subside. Tim had wanted to continue their search but his leader, Ashley, had suggested they rest for the night.
Night was a blessed thing, for them. It meant a break until the next day, when they would continue their search. And so they talked, late into the void of night.
"This is Filgaia?" asked Clive. His learned but curious nature seemed to be finally kicking in.
"Uh-huh. It's been a year since we fought against Kuiper Core and basically exorcised Lord Blazer from Ashley's body," replied Lilka, yawning.
"Kuiper Core?"
"A little thingy that was leaching off of Filgaia's core."
"…"
"I have a question for you. Who are you guys anyway?" inquired Ashley.
"We're a group of Drifters, that is, a type of mercenary and we're out to stop the Prophets from taking over our Filgaia," replied Virginia, composed.
"You come from Filgaia too?"
"Yeah… But it isn't green like this one… It's barren and mostly wasteland except for Yggdrasil."
"Yggdrasil…?"
"A little area of fertile land located inside of a crater-type hole in the middle of nowhere…"
"Wow…"
"But how could you be from Filgaia? This is Filgaia!"
"No idea… Maybe there are some sort of alternate worlds… I mean, there are such things as aliens and such so…"
"Possibly…"
"Have you heard of any group that calls themselves the Prophets?"
"No, at least I don't think so."
"I have," cut in Kanon. "It's just a rumor going around, but at Gunner's Heaven a kid went around yelling that the Prophets were hiring Mercs."
"Gunner's Heaven?"
"It's a saloon in Damzen."
"Ah…"
Silence reigned in the camp as the group prepared to sleep.
***
"It has been done."
The three words rang in the cavern as a group of Mercs came in.
"My lord, we have recruited eleven more fighters to help our cause," said the hooded lady.
"Very good, Masque. Have the people been annihilated?"
"At this moment, we are torturing them to find the last Pillar. The first Pillar is waiting to be questioned."
"Take the Mercs to the Ordeal and bring the Pillar to me."
"It shall be as you say, Lord." She bowed and motioned the group to follow her.
The robed lady appeared back in the room after a couple minutes, forcing a girl to walk in front of her. Light brown hair streamed in her eyes, carelessly braided. Her eyes pierced through the leader's soul and it appeared, for a moment, she could read his mind.
"You, girl… You are the Pillar."
"Yeah! And you'll never get him! He's too strong for you to kill and you can't handle his power! You're too weak!" she screamed at him.
"Take her away. Lock her up and starve her until she talks some sort of sense."
"Yes, lord."
Two Mercs dragged the girl away as she continued screaming.
A/N: You like? Please review! I haven't had much time to type and my cpu keeps screwing up…