ARC THE LAD: ROMANCE OF THE DEIMOS(ROD)

Chapter 2

((DISCLAIMER: Arc the Lad: Twilight of the Spirits and characters from the game are copyrighted by "Cattle Call". So, unfortunately, they don't belong to me. Nor do they belong to you. This story belongs to me, not you or "Cattle Call". I would also like to thanks the many people for catch this mistake: "…we see Bebedora is fiddling with his stuffed rabbit weapon…". 'Tis a very important mistake, for the fact that I only used ONE pronoun to describe her in the third person! Again, thanks.))

After boarding the huge Pryon, Darc had commanded it to head to the continent Adenade. Soon they would start their search for power there. Everybody was quite comfortable on the Pyron… except for a certain Lupine.

"Gah! Slow down!" Volk started to complain. "Make this thing stop moving so much! Watch out for that bird! Ack!"

"Sheesh! You're worse than that whiny human girl…" Delma stated. "What was her name? Paul… something. Ah, well…"

"Shut up!" the Lupine shouted. "I just want to get on the ground as fast as we can…"

"And to do that we would need the Pyron to go faster… not slower." Delma noted sarcastically.

"…why could there be a blasted path from continent to continent that we could walk on?"

"You would want to walk all they there?!" Delma questioned. "You're crazy!"

"Ah, you're just a lazy orcon, that's all. Us Lupine are much more suited for walking than a mere orcon. We are able to travel…" Volk said as he droned on about the traveling ability and the pride of the Lupine.

"Crap. What have I gotten myself into?" Delma moaned.

Meanwhile, near the front of the Pyron, Darc sit atop the Pyron's head proud as he thinks about where they will achieve more power and from what. About a feet or two away is Camellia, fixing herself again and glancing at Darc every now and then.

"…I would like to thank you again, Darc." Camellia said lightly.

"Huh? What for?" The Deimos wannabe asked he looked at Camellia in the corner of his eyes.

"For helping me achieve my true form again. I wouldn't know what to do if I stayed in that ugly state any longer."

"It wasn't a big deal."

"But it is to me." The flower sage stated as she scooted her way closer to Darc. "I would like to find someway to repay."

As the piniata sage got closer to Darc, she got up onto her knee and crawled behind. She then gently put her arms over his shoulde and brought her hands together at his torso. Darc let out a nearly inaudible growl as this happens. Then she smiles warmly and strengthens the embrace of her, causing a bit of pinkish-red color to appear around his cheeks.

Unfortunately, Delma is watching the whole scene with her whole face turned redder than usual. She shook her fist violently as a large vein appeared on it. Volk has moved a couple feet away from the enraged orcon, worried of what will happen.

"That little weeds doing that on purpose!" she mumbled quietly through clenched teeth.

She decided to release some of her rage by slamming her fist into the ground, with her claw weapon still on. But the ground is now the Pyron and the poor beast reason a painful sting-like blow, causing to yelp and veer in all sorts of directions. Because of this, practically all the Deimos fell off of the creature, except Delma, whose was still embedded in the Pyron.

"DEEELMAAAAA!" most of the plummeting Deimos screamed.

"Sorry! Hold on!" Delma called back.

Delma immediately pulled out her claw from the Pyron's back. Unfortunately, the Pyron is upside down at the moment, so she falls downwards as well. After rubbing the spot where he got hit at, the Pyron, thanks to his incredible speed, was able to catch them before they had fallen more than four hundred feet. Volk landed first. Before he got to thank the giant fire-looking creature, Camellia falls into his arms.

"Whoa! Thanks, Volk." She said happily.

"Err, no prob-"

The Lupine is cut short as Darc lands hard on him and Camellia, followed by Delma. They now form a large pile of Deimos and then Bebedora drops down slowly and calmly onto them since her dress formed into a sort of parasol-parachute.

"Your colors are very mixed today, Deimos" the doll-like girl said. "Blazing red anger, bright pink passion, deep blue fear, jet black…"

"SHUT UP!" the Deimos scolded Bebedora.

The girl just giggles as she jumps off carrying her little bunny weapon. The others soon pulled themselves out of the dog pile, stretching muscles and cracking bone.

"My bad, guys." Delma apologized and she groaned.

"Agh… it's okay." Darc stated. "I'm sure it was a accident. Okay, Pyron! Take us to Adenade.. double time!"

"Whoo-hoo!" Delma exclaimed glee.

"Crap, crap, crap!" Volk shouted with fear.

The Pyron then flew towards Adenade at break-neck speed and nearly breaking Volk's next. Their destination was just ahead. Their more events will unfold there.