Light Come Forth

At first, I was relieved when we set foot into Lunatic Garden. I couldn't feel a pulsation of fear from the Mediums, nor could I feel a Guardian gasping for breath. But then Gallows reminded us that we couldn't feel the Guardian either. Oh no, we must have come too late, the Guardian is drained.

*Gallows is right,* comments Schturdark, *I cannot sense Stare Roe's presence at all. Janus and the prophets must have already come trough here. Darnit, if only we'd been able to arrive sooner.*

*Don't be too hard on yourself. It is not your fault that these fiends think our power can be used like some sort of plaything for their amusement, or as an instrument to fulfil their evil desires. All we can do now, is to rescue his Medium, and try to find the next Guardian Shrine first,* replies Celsidue.

I'm in agreement with the Dark Guardian. If we just spend our time feeling sorry for ourselves, then the Prophets will be able to fulfil their scheme, and all life on this planet will turn into demons. We must press onwards. But the door ahead is locked. I guess we'll have to take these side roads, and hope they lead to either a way to unlock the door, or to the altar of the Light Guardian.

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After what seems like an eternity, we arrive at the altar. I can feel the weak form of Stare Roe, trying to communicate with us. Schturdark tells him, *Brother, we're here for you. Be strong, these Drifters are going to stop the people who did this to you. So come along with us to help them out.*

Stare Roe takes notice of us at last. *A Shaman is here. Oh joyous day. I was too weak to call out to her before, even now I can barely feel her presence. If someone Invokes me, I might gain back my strength. Please, take me along with you on your journey, young Shaman.*


*Stupid,* scolds Celsidue, *If we all crowd around her, she'll get found out. Do you really want someone to think she's the perfect bounty? This girl is the last descendant of the final prince of Adlehyde and we won't be able to find the royal family's next heir very easily if she is killed off.*

*Ok, ok, you don't have to carp at me. I'll just go with this young lad over here. There's just something about him that comforts me, but I can't place my finger on it. I feel like he has some big part to play in the future of our world though. Might he be a Shaman as well?* inquired Stare Roe.

Moor Gault informed him, *Jet can't even remember who he is, let alone whether or not he is a Shaman. Don't bother him about it, he's a pretty testy boy. Unless her highness here is concerned.*


Stare Roe chuckled. *Oh, a crush on her eh? It's alright, nothing wrong with that. Remember how Princess Cecilia felt about Rudy? I certainly can recall a certain firebird bugging her all the time.*

*You are all out to get me,* muttered Moor Gault, *All of you are out to make me feel silly.*

Suddenly, their conversation is cut short by a monster descending from the ceiling. We are forced to fight the one eyed beast before we can move on. When it is defeated, a hole opens in the back of the altar, and a new room can be seen. I guess we should see where this door leads to.

There, we find what Gallows refers to as the "sin of the Baskar", the stigma and chock. He tells us that they were put into place in order to re-circulate the Guardians' power back to Filgaia and revive our environment. Kind of sad if you ask me. I never knew that the Guardians were weakening just because their powers were being sent back to the planet in order to revitalize our home.

*Really depressing stuff if you ask me. I'd rather think about happy things, like the fact that no one was hurt, and even Stare Roe is going to make a full recovery. Hey brother, you'd better get the kid to Invoke you. Don't want to waste the opportunity,* yelled Moor Gault. At that moment, Stare Roe flew into Jet's hands from inside of our pack. The Drifter wastes no time Invoking the Medium.

On our way back, another monster attacks us. This is getting redundant, the same demon, just in Dark and Light varieties. I swear these Prophets seem to have no imagination whatsoever. Heck, look at their clothing, it's just variations on the same style of robe, suited to fit each one of them.

After this monster has been killed, we head back to town. I really need some time to rest and relax after this endeavor. Gallows is out at the saloon, what else is new. Clive decided to find any leads on whatever other ruins are in the area. But Jet is staying in the room with me. This is just great, now I can't have a conversation with the Guardians, he'll overhear me and ask what's going on.

I tell him, "I'm going outside for some fresh air." But in reality, I go to the abandoned mining room. No one is going to bother me there, and I can talk about what's on my mind with the Guardians.

Schturdark is relieved as well. *Smart thinking Virginia. We've really got to start teaching you how to speak through telepathy with us, otherwise you won't be able to comment on anything. And there are times when we could really use your impute on situations. Like if Moor Gault gets into an argument with one of us, which as you have seen happens quite often.*

"Whatever you say Schturdark," I state, "I'm just the student, you're the teacher. So, when can we begin my training into the art of telepathy? Mom wasn't able to get to it before she died."

*Whenever you feel you're ready. If you would like to, we can even start right now. The two of us have no problems with teaching you how to speak through your mind,* he tells me.

Just then, I hear a voice yell, "So this is where you'd gotten to. If you wanted fresh air, you really don't have to come into a mine shaft. You can just sit out in the sun. Because if there is a cave in, you know as well as I do that I'll be the one who has to save your butt." Then, Jet enters the mind.

I blush, heavily. "Leave me alone Jet. I can do whatever I very well please with my time, I don't need your impute on the situation." I turn to leave. But something inside me says that he really didn't mean those words so harshly. He was concerned for my well being. That makes me laugh though. He doesn't show concern for anyone. But if that is so, then why is he always saving me.

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Teefa's Last Words…

Just another chapter with a J/V subtext. If I have more room for conversation, I might as well put my favorite couple in on it. You know how cute those two are.