---Ok, from recent e-mails, I'm getting a bunch of votes for lemons,
although a few for non-lemon, which normally would mean 'hey look, another
lemon!'
-BUT-
I've been informed by one of the reviewers that a few GS lemons have been pulled from the site, so what I plan to do is to come up with 2 different endings & list them as separate stories, that way, all this uploading won't be for nothing incase one ending does get pulled, leave the main story alone
Ok, now how's Isaac gonna patch things up? Why not find out-
CHAPTER 6
As he tossed in his bed, Isaac became unbearably hot in his bed. He was continuously tortured by a repetitively assaulting dream. He was surrounded by black. As thoughts came to mind, people began to materialize before him. But whenever he tried to reach out to them, strange things happened. Garret had come to mind, but as he approached him, Jenna quickly ran over to his side, and they both ran off to the side, fading from his sight. The same thing happened when he saw the young, boyish figure of Ivan; only Jenna was replaced by the mysterious Sheba. When he had thought of Mia, she too had appeared before him, her back to him. But as he approached her, she simply walked away from him. Though he had quickened his pace, she only seemed to get further away from him, until she utterly vanished.
He quickly turned to see his mother, her arms outstretched, welcoming him. As he approached the only caring person in this hallucination, a long, red, gnarled, sword burst through her chest, making blood gush all over the unseen ground. As his loving mother's corpse fell forward, he saw his rival, Saturos, behind her, pulling out his sword, and slowly walking away from him, laughing maniacally. As Isaac tried to draw his sword from the scabbard across his back, he saw small orbs leave his body, and he then grew weak. Unable to support the weight of his armor and weapon, he simply fell to his knees, his muscles contracting. He had a burning desire to tear the throat out of the leering blue-skinned devil, but as his anger grew, he felt weaker, as though he were aging. This nightmare always ended with Mia appearing before him, a solemn frown on her face as she crushed Isaac's skull with her mace.
"Worthless."
As Isaac awoke from this grim vision for the third time, he found that he was in a warm and unbearable sweat. He put his hands in anguish upon his forehead asking himself "Why?" Yet he could not come to a conclusion. He looked outside the porthole in his bed. Judging by the moons position, (Kraden had taught him this) It was a little past the middle of the night. He was unnerved beyond his will. He felt wide-awake now, and he felt as though he would not be able to sleep unless he was to tire himself through some kind of vigorous activity. He picked up his sheathed Gaia blade, and went onto the deck, dressed only in a pair of trousers. When he was on the middle of the deck he closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. He then drew his sword from its sheath, bringing it parallel to his face so that if you were to look directly at him, his image would be split in half "It's heavy," he said to himself "I've become too dependent. I'll fix that now." He let off a few quick slices, hoping to strengthen his body while depleting himself of tiresome energy. "I'LL SHOW YOU SATUROUS!"
*-*-*-*
Mia watched solemnly from the doors that led to the under deck. Isaac had never before lashed out like this. He moved elegantly, almost as though he was driven by some other kind of energy. He looked eerily handsome in the pale moonlight. The way that the light bounced off of his sweat-covered muscles gave him a ghost-like outline. He moved in quick, uprising spins, jamming his blade into invisible foes. Slicing, stabbing, and thrusting his blade repeatedly, only to bring it back to his face every time.
She had been awoken by his voice while he was practicing. Knowing not what it was, she instinctively went onto the deck, dressed only in a nightgown. Now she could not take her sight off of the warrior before her. He had stopped for a moment. She couldn't tell if this was for rest or if apart of his midnight training. He crouched onto one knee, sword placed before him, like a pillar. He was sweating hard now, thinking something. Curiosity struck Mia as to why he would train so hard at this mystic hour. She cautiously approached what appeared to be a fear-stricken man. As she came out of the darkness of the arch, Isaac's attention was caught. His eyes shifted to her approaching, nothing more.
"So." She tailed off, "Why are you up so late.or is it early?" Isaac began to stand and look at the moon, still glistening in the white light.
"It's about as early as it can be, why are you up?"
"You woke me up! What about you? You look as though you've been toiling for some time now. What are you up to?"
"Perishing," he said, looking out into the sea, "Perishing thoughts, and memories."
"Of what?" she said, feeling this to be more serious than she had thought.
"Dreams, nightmares." He said, eyes closing.
"Dare I ask what about?" she said, in a sorrowful, yet curious tone.
"Everything. friends, family, past, future." He began to sit down, Mia sat unnervingly close. This did not faze him though. "Enemies," he said, finishing off his list. "It's Saturos, isn't it?" Isaac responded by hanging his head in grief. "Its his fault I have to do this! His fault that my father died! His fault that my mother is almost dead!" He said this very hastily, starting to lose his nerve. He got up suddenly and slammed his fist into the nearby wall.
"Even after I killed him, he's still causing me problems!"
"Why can't you forget about him?" She asked, somewhat scared at this
sudden outburst.
"Because.because I still fear him. I've seen all sorts of stuff in
these travels. What if he's not dead? What if some one resurrects
him?" He said this pessimistically as he sat back down beside her.
"You need not fear him now, you are stronger than him." These simple
words were strangely southing to him. Coming from her made all the
difference.
"You know what I fear most?" He said, staring at the full moon.
"I cannot imagine, with all that I have seen." She said, turning to him. He turned his head, and met Mia's gaze. "Being Alone." With this, he became solemnly silent and downtrodden, and then he began to explain. "Remember how I told you how I want to travel, instead of staying in one place?"
"Yea," Mia said as she dropped her gaze to the ground.
"I'm looking for someone.with whom I can share my life with." These words shocked Mia, She quickly returned the warriors gaze. "With my father dead, and my mother on the brink, I have almost nothing left in Vale. This is why I want to travel: So that I may find someone to share my life with, so that I can make something for myself."
They only stared at each other for a moment. Then Mia spoke.
"Before, when I stomped out, I thought that you meant that you were tired of everyone. That you never wanted to see us again after this."
"On the contrary: I cherish the moments that I am with everyone here. I wouldn't trade these thoughts for anything in the world. I feel truly alive when I am traveling with everyone here, especially you." With these words, he griped her hand tightly. Mia, with half gazed eyes looked down at this gesture of. was it friendship? Or was it."
"Isaac," She said, coming closer to him, "Do you love me?" She thought this might startle him, yet he firmly held his ground.
"Mia." he said, staring into her tear welling eyes. "You're the only one here that keeps me going on this mad quest. Of course I love you. Since the day I first saw you."
"Oh Isaac." she said as she lay her head upon his chest. "I love you too."
"Mia."
"Just hold me." And so Isaac closed his arms around his loved one, feeling instantly warmer, with the thoughts that she loved him, that he was not alone. They stayed serenely embraced like this for what seemed like an eternity. Mia's eye's closed while she quietly listened to Isaac's heartbeat, a steady pace, while Isaac looked out into the night lit ocean, thinking only of her. Then, Mia lifted her head, and brought her lips close to Isaac. He began to move his as well. They were mere inches away.
-Splash- they both turned to see where the calm water had been interrupted.
-BUT-
I've been informed by one of the reviewers that a few GS lemons have been pulled from the site, so what I plan to do is to come up with 2 different endings & list them as separate stories, that way, all this uploading won't be for nothing incase one ending does get pulled, leave the main story alone
Ok, now how's Isaac gonna patch things up? Why not find out-
CHAPTER 6
As he tossed in his bed, Isaac became unbearably hot in his bed. He was continuously tortured by a repetitively assaulting dream. He was surrounded by black. As thoughts came to mind, people began to materialize before him. But whenever he tried to reach out to them, strange things happened. Garret had come to mind, but as he approached him, Jenna quickly ran over to his side, and they both ran off to the side, fading from his sight. The same thing happened when he saw the young, boyish figure of Ivan; only Jenna was replaced by the mysterious Sheba. When he had thought of Mia, she too had appeared before him, her back to him. But as he approached her, she simply walked away from him. Though he had quickened his pace, she only seemed to get further away from him, until she utterly vanished.
He quickly turned to see his mother, her arms outstretched, welcoming him. As he approached the only caring person in this hallucination, a long, red, gnarled, sword burst through her chest, making blood gush all over the unseen ground. As his loving mother's corpse fell forward, he saw his rival, Saturos, behind her, pulling out his sword, and slowly walking away from him, laughing maniacally. As Isaac tried to draw his sword from the scabbard across his back, he saw small orbs leave his body, and he then grew weak. Unable to support the weight of his armor and weapon, he simply fell to his knees, his muscles contracting. He had a burning desire to tear the throat out of the leering blue-skinned devil, but as his anger grew, he felt weaker, as though he were aging. This nightmare always ended with Mia appearing before him, a solemn frown on her face as she crushed Isaac's skull with her mace.
"Worthless."
As Isaac awoke from this grim vision for the third time, he found that he was in a warm and unbearable sweat. He put his hands in anguish upon his forehead asking himself "Why?" Yet he could not come to a conclusion. He looked outside the porthole in his bed. Judging by the moons position, (Kraden had taught him this) It was a little past the middle of the night. He was unnerved beyond his will. He felt wide-awake now, and he felt as though he would not be able to sleep unless he was to tire himself through some kind of vigorous activity. He picked up his sheathed Gaia blade, and went onto the deck, dressed only in a pair of trousers. When he was on the middle of the deck he closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. He then drew his sword from its sheath, bringing it parallel to his face so that if you were to look directly at him, his image would be split in half "It's heavy," he said to himself "I've become too dependent. I'll fix that now." He let off a few quick slices, hoping to strengthen his body while depleting himself of tiresome energy. "I'LL SHOW YOU SATUROUS!"
*-*-*-*
Mia watched solemnly from the doors that led to the under deck. Isaac had never before lashed out like this. He moved elegantly, almost as though he was driven by some other kind of energy. He looked eerily handsome in the pale moonlight. The way that the light bounced off of his sweat-covered muscles gave him a ghost-like outline. He moved in quick, uprising spins, jamming his blade into invisible foes. Slicing, stabbing, and thrusting his blade repeatedly, only to bring it back to his face every time.
She had been awoken by his voice while he was practicing. Knowing not what it was, she instinctively went onto the deck, dressed only in a nightgown. Now she could not take her sight off of the warrior before her. He had stopped for a moment. She couldn't tell if this was for rest or if apart of his midnight training. He crouched onto one knee, sword placed before him, like a pillar. He was sweating hard now, thinking something. Curiosity struck Mia as to why he would train so hard at this mystic hour. She cautiously approached what appeared to be a fear-stricken man. As she came out of the darkness of the arch, Isaac's attention was caught. His eyes shifted to her approaching, nothing more.
"So." She tailed off, "Why are you up so late.or is it early?" Isaac began to stand and look at the moon, still glistening in the white light.
"It's about as early as it can be, why are you up?"
"You woke me up! What about you? You look as though you've been toiling for some time now. What are you up to?"
"Perishing," he said, looking out into the sea, "Perishing thoughts, and memories."
"Of what?" she said, feeling this to be more serious than she had thought.
"Dreams, nightmares." He said, eyes closing.
"Dare I ask what about?" she said, in a sorrowful, yet curious tone.
"Everything. friends, family, past, future." He began to sit down, Mia sat unnervingly close. This did not faze him though. "Enemies," he said, finishing off his list. "It's Saturos, isn't it?" Isaac responded by hanging his head in grief. "Its his fault I have to do this! His fault that my father died! His fault that my mother is almost dead!" He said this very hastily, starting to lose his nerve. He got up suddenly and slammed his fist into the nearby wall.
"Even after I killed him, he's still causing me problems!"
"Why can't you forget about him?" She asked, somewhat scared at this
sudden outburst.
"Because.because I still fear him. I've seen all sorts of stuff in
these travels. What if he's not dead? What if some one resurrects
him?" He said this pessimistically as he sat back down beside her.
"You need not fear him now, you are stronger than him." These simple
words were strangely southing to him. Coming from her made all the
difference.
"You know what I fear most?" He said, staring at the full moon.
"I cannot imagine, with all that I have seen." She said, turning to him. He turned his head, and met Mia's gaze. "Being Alone." With this, he became solemnly silent and downtrodden, and then he began to explain. "Remember how I told you how I want to travel, instead of staying in one place?"
"Yea," Mia said as she dropped her gaze to the ground.
"I'm looking for someone.with whom I can share my life with." These words shocked Mia, She quickly returned the warriors gaze. "With my father dead, and my mother on the brink, I have almost nothing left in Vale. This is why I want to travel: So that I may find someone to share my life with, so that I can make something for myself."
They only stared at each other for a moment. Then Mia spoke.
"Before, when I stomped out, I thought that you meant that you were tired of everyone. That you never wanted to see us again after this."
"On the contrary: I cherish the moments that I am with everyone here. I wouldn't trade these thoughts for anything in the world. I feel truly alive when I am traveling with everyone here, especially you." With these words, he griped her hand tightly. Mia, with half gazed eyes looked down at this gesture of. was it friendship? Or was it."
"Isaac," She said, coming closer to him, "Do you love me?" She thought this might startle him, yet he firmly held his ground.
"Mia." he said, staring into her tear welling eyes. "You're the only one here that keeps me going on this mad quest. Of course I love you. Since the day I first saw you."
"Oh Isaac." she said as she lay her head upon his chest. "I love you too."
"Mia."
"Just hold me." And so Isaac closed his arms around his loved one, feeling instantly warmer, with the thoughts that she loved him, that he was not alone. They stayed serenely embraced like this for what seemed like an eternity. Mia's eye's closed while she quietly listened to Isaac's heartbeat, a steady pace, while Isaac looked out into the night lit ocean, thinking only of her. Then, Mia lifted her head, and brought her lips close to Isaac. He began to move his as well. They were mere inches away.
-Splash- they both turned to see where the calm water had been interrupted.
