A tall man sat on a stone which had once belonged to a wall. There had once been a city here, once being key. Large cut stones that had once belonged to buildings, walls, fountains, and archways were strewn and piled around. Though at first glance it looked as if it had been a long time, on closer inspection it could be seen the plants had only begun to creep their way over the rock, and scorch marks still scared ground, trees, and stones alike.
He had left on his own, left the service of a man he had once admired. Now he was on his own. What was new ever since that day he had left this city to earn his right to be king he had been alone. Now he only wished he wasn't, he wanted to reach someone, someone who had turned his back on him. How could he reach some one he had hurt so much?
" Folken-Sama?" purred a soft voice. Folken turned to face the speaker and was surprised to see a golden cat-woman crawling up the stone to sit with him.
" Eriya? what are you doing here?" he asked tilting his head in confusion.
" Why did you leave us Folken-Sama?" asked a silver cat-woman perched on an adjacent stone.
" We would have come," added her sister.
Folken smiled at the two girls, " I'm sorry girls, but I thought it would be best for you to stay."
" Do you think we would be happy without you Folken-Sama?" asked the golden one as she set her head on his lap and closed her eyes.
He looked down at the girl as he stroked her hair, " How did you two find me?" he asked with an amused smile.
" We know you better than anyone," purred Eriya.
" You may have left Fanailia, but your heart has always been here," answered Naria remaining on her perch yet leaning a bit toward Folken.
Folken smiled still absent mindedly stroking Eriya's hair. Suddenly Eriya opened her eyes and looked up at Folken, " You miss your brother ne?"
Folken looked in surprise not sure what to say.
" If it's your brother you want, I'll bring you the dragon Folken-Sama," said a determined Naria. Before Folken could stop her, she gracefully lept from her position and into the thick jungle-like trees that surrounded the remains of Fanaila.
Folken stared helplessly into the amazingly thick growth where Naria had disappeared. " Don't worry Folken-Sama," said Eriya closing her eyes and snuggling into him, " Naria will take care of it, everything will be just fine."
Folken returned to petting the now sleeping Eriya, " I hope you're right Eriya, I truly hope you are."
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Naria glided effortlessly through the thick Fanailian jungle. The sheer density would have forced most to slow to a walk if not worse, but Naria easily dodged the logs, branches and brambles. Finally she came to where she had wanted, before her lay two guymelfs camouflaged below the thick canopy. Naria lept onto the one with long silver hair and quickly flipped the cockpit latch. As soon as it was undone she stepped back to let the cockpit open and sat herself in. She quickly activated the `melf and locked herself in.
" I WILL bring your brother to you Folken-Sama if I have to drag him here by his hair!" Naria smirked, " However knowing the Dragon I don't think I will have to resort to that." Naria launched the gymelf into the sky and sped off in the way toward Austuria. "Are you ready Dragon?"