Dawn and Twilight

A/N: Well, here we are at the last chapter. I did enjoy writing this. Really really lots. And I'm happy to be posting it on my birthday!!! YAHOO!!! To all my wonderful reviewers:

Jupiter Sprite: Upside-down? Quick, turn it back over, or else turn the computer screen back so you can read this! Hehehe.

Midnight: 'Savvy' is hardly the right description. 'Lucky' might fit better. …Yeah, that's about it.

Elena and Akiko: Helloses!! (Kaede says hi) This is the end, here…I hope you enjoy it!

Griffinkhan: The lack of identification of who was speaking was part of the fun of the chapter. The Djinn are pretty much the embodiment of chaos anyway, so their discussions are usually something like that—a cacophony of voices that aren't really distinguishable.

The amount of reviews here have already surpassed those of SS…thanks much! Off to reading!!

Chapter Seven: Laliveran Girl

            "Garet left? Yesterday?" Isaac asked sleepily. Riali nodded. "And…he didn't come back? Not even for dinner?"

            "He did not," confirmed Dulo. "None of the Pajaros have seen any sign of him. We were hoping you or Mia would know where he'd gone."

            "Can't say that I do," Isaac said thoughtfully, rubbing the back of his neck as thoughts fought for the spotlight in his mind. "Do you know when he left?"

            "Somewhere around five after noon."

            "Wow. Maybe he saw something dangerous and went chasing after it."

            "Garet would do this?"
            "Not Garet the Hero. But Garet the Dragoon? Probably." Isaac rose and went outside, feeling, though not on the same level as Sheba had mentioned a few days ago, the importance of the sunrise. To be in a world where you weren't sure of the morning sun would be such a terrible thing, he thought, not bothering to think about where the thought had come from. Stretching, he turned back to Dulo and Riali again.

            "What do you propose we do?" Riali finally asked.

            "Keep building," Isaac said with a shrug. "Garet's smarter than we give him credit for sometimes. He'll be back, eventually. No sense in stopping work."

            "You're certain something hasn't happened to him?" Dulo asked concernedly.

            "Who, Garet?" Isaac asked, as though it was quite a stupid idea. "The only thing that could possibly happen to him that would unnerve him would be…since Jenna's not here…having to use Mercury Psynergy. And I find that hardly likely."

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            Slowly, Sheba opened one eye. There was light coming from a still-burning fire in the middle of the floor, and across the cavern from her, Garet was slumped against the wall, asleep.

            Garet? her mind asked, and she opened both eyes and stared at him for a moment. She had no recollection of anything involving Garet recently, especially down here in this cave.

            "Garet indeed," said Gale from near Sheba's feet. "I am sincerely tired of you sleeping all the time," the Djinni added half-tartly. "Get up, wake up the moron—sorry Quartz, dimwit—and let's get out of here."

            "This doesn't happen to be a re-enactment of the Squall episode, does it?" questioned Quartz, standing near the fire.

            "I should think not!"

            "Oh good. Good morning Sheba," Quartz said in a relaxed voice. "Happy to see he didn't kill you by mistake."

            "What? How in the world did you get down here? And what are you doing allied to Garet? What happened to Isaac? Why would Garet have killed me by accident?" Sheba couldn't stop the questions from just spilling out.

            "Freezing and burning, we needed to switch to build houses, Isaac is with the Pajaros, and that last one is a tale worth waiting for," said Quartz, flickering into nonexistence as she said this. Sheba sighed exasperatedly.

            Venus Djinn.

            Nine Jupiter Djinn vanished as well, and Sheba found herself feeling much more awake and quite a bit warmer that she'd have expected. Standing, she looked around again.

            "So I can speculate that Garet lit this fire, somehow, and blew a hole through here as a back door, and perhaps did some swimming in the process?" she asked the empty air.

            "Speculate all you want," said Garet, attempting to roll over while in a sitting position. "Just give me ten more minutes."

            "Won't they wonder where you are, oh valiant leader?" Sheba asked teasingly. Garet's eyes snapped open and he sprung up.

            "Sheba!" he yelled, the noise echoing for several seconds.

            "Don't tell me you thought you'd killed me too," Sheba muttered. "How could you have done that anyway?"

            "If I'd gotten it wrong," he offered, putting out his fire and walking over to the hole in the wall. "After you," he said, squinting up the shaft. Almost reflexively, he rubbed his hand on his shirt.

            "Climb up that thing? It's really a way out?"

            "You don't think I swam in here?!"

            "Right," Sheba agreed, and she nimbly began climbing the twisting, winding tunnel, crying out happily when she saw sunlight ahead.

            Soon, both of them were across the river again and heading back toward the soon-to-be Pajaros Village. Garet kept shaking his head like perhaps there was water in his ear, or he was trying to remember something but couldn't, and rubbing his hand on the edge of his shirt like there was something on it he was trying to scrub off. Sheba watched this for a while and finally her curiosity got the better of her.

            "Why do you keep giving that sort of head twitch?" she asked, turning around and walking backwards.

            "Imagine what you'd feel like if you had, say, Gaia, in the back of your mind for more than a day."

            "Then I'd probably be doing something similar to that."

            "And also, a Venus Djinni who incessantly calls me a dimwit and hates every fiber of my being keeps replaying for me the memory of last night, and said memory comes with a sort of head twitch. Perhaps you could get Quartz to desist."

            "Desist? Garet, that's…well you don't usually talk that way."

            "Dragoons do, I guess."

            "You're a Dragoon?"

            "I am today."

            I do not hate every fiber of your being, Quartz argued in Garet's mind. Just the majority of them.

            That is ever so comforting a thought, Garet snapped.

            You are most welcome, Quartz replied with the mental equivalent of a sly smile.

            Isaac spotted them first, for again he was atop a tree, trying to make a house look a bit more houselike, and when he realized that Garet and Sheba had also seen him, he gave a casual wave.

            "They're back!" he called to Mia, who looked up and smiled, also waving.

            "I do not envy you in the least bit, Mia!" Garet called up to her, and for a moment she looked puzzled. Garet had been up the trees with all the rest of them yesterday, so he couldn't mean that—he'd been enjoying himself.

            "Not you either, Isaac, though you've got a bit of a different way of doing things!" Garet added as an afterthought. Sheba, Isaac and Mia were all, by this time, staring at him as though he had grown an extra three heads.

            Muttering words that not even Sheba could fully understand, Garet looked down at where his hand was again rubbing on his shirt and frowned. "What, is this going to be a thing for the rest of my life?"

            "Probably just today," offered Gel consolingly. "And if it is a lifetime thing, you're going to have a bunch of holes in your clothes from all that rubbing-off."

            "What are you rubbing off?" Mia asked, having descended from the top of the tree with an intrigued look on her face. "For that matter, where were you? Everyone was…well, you left and didn't tell anyone, and they were…concerned."

            "It was kind of important. Can I have my own Djinn back now?" Garet pleaded. "I mean…if I have to keep Growth, then I'll keep one of Isaac's Djinn. But please?"

            "Really, Garet, I can't imagine why you'd want to do that," Isaac said, a mischievous smile crossing his face as he, too, landed on the ground. "Something bothering you?"

            "Yes. Quartz."

            "She doesn't like you much," Isaac agreed.

            "On the contrary," said Quartz, appearing on the ground at Garet's feet. "I don't like him at all. But like and…and respect, or perhaps appreciation, are very different matters entirely."

            "You just enjoy watching me squirm," Garet muttered, and Quartz's response was sly silence.

            "You respect Garet?" asked an astonished Bane from Mia's hair. "What on Weyard changed your mind?"

            "I'm afraid you had to be there," was all Quartz would say. Bane huffed.

            "I'm older than you, Quartz," he warned.

            "I daresay that's the only thing you've got on her," snapped Balm, and Bane seemed to visibly back off. "Now shut your mouth and be patient!" This comment, of course, had the Adepts in hysterics. Laughing ones, that is. Partly because if Bane was anything besides grouchy it was impatient, and partly because the words seemed somehow…familiar.

            "I'm starving," Garet commented once the laughter had subsided. "Lunch, anyone?"

            "We've only just had breakfast an hour ago," said Mia.

            "Garet would ask for lunch even if he'd had breakfast with you," Sheba pointed out. "But I'm hungry too. Besides, food will give Garet a chance to tell me why he thought he could kill me."

            "He did?" Isaac asked curiously.

            "Said so when he woke up."

            "This one I have to hear."

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            About half an hour later, Garet had finished his third helping and had given the others the basic story of the night before. Sheba had, occasionally, thrown in her parts, not leaving out the creative boredom-busting processes of the Djinn.

"I am going to have a serious talk with Kraden when we…if we ever get him back," Garet threatened. "He'll pay for…well just about everything."

            "I find it hilarious," said Mia, the barest hint of a smile showing on her face.

            "You don't entirely look it," Isaac pointed out.

            "I've remembered something."

            "So have I," said a voice, and Jaldo joined the four Adepts in their current residence—one of the first completed tree dwellings. "When I heard that Sheba had returned, I came to tell her the news."

            "News?" Sheba asked, and it dawned on her seconds later. "Oh. That news. You know, with everything that's been going on recently…in the past day or so anyway…I'd completely forgotten."

            "Would you like to know, or would you prefer I not tell you?" Jaldo offered.

            "I'd like to know," Sheba said, though hesitantly. "I didn't come all this way for nothing. You found out if I was born here, in Pajaros?"

            "I did."

            "And was I?"

            "I spent several days searching as much as I possibly could. I'm afraid not, Sheba. You were not born in Pajaros." Jaldo offered her a sad smile.

            For a few moments, Sheba was stunned. Then her mind began to catch on and she fixed Jaldo with a questioning eye.

            "Not born here, you say, and with emphasis that suggests there's more to your answer."

            "A Jupiter Adept to the core," Jaldo conceded with a grin. "I have, however, possibly found evidence to suggest that your family, your ancestors originated here. As I have said, we were once a port city, and a vast one. There used to be Adepts of all kinds here, but the Mercury Adepts moved on, as they usually do, sailing the sea for other lands, and the last Mars Adept left on a sea voyage himself, many years ago, apparently to search for a lost love, or something to that effect."

            "That doesn't tell me much," Sheba commented.

            "I am not yet finished. The last Mars Adept had a brother, a Jupiter Adept, who grew up here but lived…elsewhere. He returned once in his lifetime, bringing with him a precious gift to the people of Pajaros, and left then for what remained of his days. He had children, of course, but none of them came back here."

            "You're suggesting that, whoever this was, I'm some sort of descendant of his?"

            "I am suggesting just such a thing. However, it is entirely possible that this is not the case. I wish you luck in further pursuit of your past, Sheba," Jaldo said with a nod.

            "I…well…that is, I…thank you," was what Sheba finally settled on, and Jaldo, taking the cue, left the Adepts to themselves.

            So that's it, then, Sheba thought. I'm still the different one, homeless, no past, no family, no place to belong.

            I've never known you to lie so bluntly, said Breath.

            What do you mean?

            She means that first off, you aren't different at all. No different than any of the other Adepts are from one another, said Waft.

            And one can hardly call you homeless. Your home is in Lalivero, and so are your parents. Just because they aren't your natural parents doesn't make them love you any less, said Blitz.

            You have a past. Your life in Lalivero, all your adventures with Felix, Jenna and the others, that's a past. You've got one of the most amazing pasts of anyone alive today, added Haze.

            Family? You have to be blind, deaf and stupid not to realize you've got one of those. Isaac, Garet, Mia, Picard, Jenna, Felix and Ivan, not to mention Faran and his family, are your family too! put in Lull.

            And don't you dare forget about the nine of us, added Gasp. We count as family as much as the humans do!

            And as for a place to belong, began Aroma, no one really belongs in a place, so to speak. They belong in a situation, or perhaps with a certain person or people, and thus claiming a place to belong is foolish.

            And no one's got a better group of people to belong with than you do, Sheba, except the seven others that share your group, observed Wheeze. You're definitely not lacking in that department.

            There's no reason to feel sorry for yourself, said Gale. You've got a set of friends who'd risk their lives to save yours, and you'd do the same for each and every one of them. Right there's your home, family, and belonging. Just because you don't know where you came from…that doesn't even matter. It matters what you do with your future, not what your parents or grandparents or fire-wielding great-great-great uncle thrice removed did centuries ago!

            Sheba was in tears. For a minute or two she didn't even notice this, being absorbed in the conversation going on inside her own mind. These were her Djinn saying these things. Annoying, bothersome, more-trouble-than-help Djinn…and they were telling the truth. This, more than anything, brought tears to her eyes.

            "Sheba?" Mia asked finally, breaking the long silence. "Are you alright?"

            "Of course she's not alright," Garet said sharply. "She still doesn't have a place to call home."

            "No," Sheba said, but her eyes were locked on Garet, not Mia. "I do have a place. That place is with the three of you, and the rest of us who are off in Lemuria. I don't need anywhere else. I'm satisfied with that. It's…it's more than I could ever have hoped to have."

            Isaac, Garet and Mia looked first at Sheba, then at one another, in silence.

            "Well then," Isaac ventured after a time. "There are houses to be built, and I think there's some Djinn-rearranging to be done if you're going to help us, Sheba."

            "That there is," Sheba said, smiling.

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            Four days passed without much event other than the occasional fall from a high branch, and those who did fall were quickly caught by a Whirlwind or Cyclone from one of the Jupiter Adepts. The village of Pajaros was nearly complete, and a group of Adepts, Venus and Jupiter alike (along with Mia, Iasa and Sheba), had gone to rebuild Hesperia Settlement.

            It was on that very shore that a peculiar messenger found Sheba, sitting on the beach and staring out at the water, the wind at her back blowing her short hair around her face.

            "Sheba!" cried an excited voice, and Sheba jumped, startled out of her thoughts.

            "Ether?!" she asked, correctly naming the Djinni that was hurtling her way. "What brings you here?"

            "Ivan sent me."

            "Oh really? Why?"

            "Because he and the others are stuck in Yueivar."

            "In where?"

            "It's on Sinelsol Island."

            "And where's that?" Sheba asked as Mia and Iasa joined her. "And if you give me another name that I've never heard of I may scream."

            "I'll tell all of you at once or none at all," said Ether, and Sheba caught herself before letting out an exasperated sigh.

            "Come on then," said Iasa. "Let's go back to…to Pajaros Village," she finished with a wide smile. "It is nice to call it that. It has been so long…longer than I have been alive, certainly, but it sounds right."

            "You've been saying that ever since we got the first houses done," Mia pointed out as they walked.

            "Yes, I have, and I suspect I shall never tire of saying it, and neither shall anyone else. The only problem that now remains is who will take Garet's place when the four of you leave."

            "Now if that's not the question of the day," Mia agreed. Ether looked back and forth between them confusedly.

            "Take Garet's place? As what?" the Djinni asked. Sheba smirked.

            "We'll tell all of you at once or none at all," she replied slyly. Ether growled.

            "Isaac! Garet! Come down here!" Mia called up, and, using a series of rope lifts rigged up when Garet finally remembered that they had the Lash Pebble among their things, Garet and Isaac were quickly on the ground.

            "Ether has news," said Sheba, looking over at the Djinni. Isaac and Garet fixed Ether with stares of equal intensity. Ether visibly trembled.

            "Isaac, Garet, stop giving her the leader stare," Mia whispered. Isaac stopped immediately with a smile of apology, and Garet stopped a few seconds later with a frown of confusion.

            Ether took a few brief moments to tell the Adepts, in only the most rudimentary detail, about what had happened to Felix, Jenna, Picard and Ivan after they had left Lemuria.

            "Well I hope the Apojiians aren't angry," Isaac said after a moment's pause. "Their boat, after all."

            "Ship," Iasa corrected, smiling amusedly. Isaac looked at her. "Sorry. Sailing and sailors fascinate me. I'd like to be one, someday, if it's possible."

            "Maybe we should have brought Picard along," Garet remarked.

            "What, and just sent Felix, Jenna and Ivan to Lemuria? They'd never come back," Isaac retorted.

            "They might not have as it is, with the way things have been going according to Ether," Sheba pointed out.

            "Iasa, I must apologize," said Isaac. "I'm afraid this means we'll be leaving earlier than expected, but I trust the Pajaros people can finish on their own."

            "And does that mean Garet has to pick a new leader?" Mia asked. Iasa thought about this for a moment.

            "If he wishes. If not, the people of Pajaros Village," here she grinned again, "will elect a leader, the way it was once done. Garet?" she finished, looking at the Mars Adept quizzically.

            "Elect one," he said distantly. "I don't know you well enough to choose."

            "I shall inform the villagers," Iasa said, and left. The four Adepts looked at one another.

            "Come on then," Isaac said finally, sadly. "Let's start packing up the ship."

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            "Goodbyes are always the hardest part of any adventure," said Jaldo. The Adepts stood in front of the ship, and the entirety of Pajaros Village stood around them, offering farewells and good fortunes on the sea. Dulo, the people's new leader, was beaming at the Adepts, and could hardly stop thanking them for all they had done.

            "Don't make this harder for us than it already is," Mia warned, though she smiled as she said it. "We'll be back someday. There're always things to do on Hesperia."

            "Good luck," said Iasa, smiling and looking sad all at once. "Perhaps one day I'll sail past you on a journey of my own."

            "Perhaps you will," said Sheba, turning to follow the others onto Picard's ship. Isaac took hold of the wheel and the ship rose into the air, aided by the Wings of Anemos and four Adepts concentrating on the Hover Psynergy. The Pajaros gasped as the ship moved quickly away, becoming smaller and smaller and finally disappearing as it rounded the southern tip of Gondowan.

            Isaac set the ship down shortly thereafter, realizing that perhaps a few battles might be a good idea for once—the monsters of the Eastern Sea were little challenge for the Adepts, but it might get rid of some of the energy that tended to build up when on board.

            Two days of sailing (with a night's stay in Madra) brought them to Lemuria. There was no telling which direction Felix and the others had gone from there, but Sheba suggested they head for Lalivero and see if they spotted any unfamiliar islands on the way. They were a day into it, and past halfway to Lalivero, when Ether remembered that she was supposed to be guiding them and told them to turn around, they were headed in the wrong direction.

            A day later, the ship stopped at a sandy beach of an island none of the Adepts had ever seen before. Several people were on the beach, working on the construction of their own ship, and a familiar blue-haired figure could be seen supervising.

            "Picard!" Mia called, giving an enthusiastic wave. The Lemurian looked up, spotted his ship and waves back cheerfully. The Adepts joined him on the beach, and for a few moments they all stood and laughed for no reason except that they could.

            "How did it go with Lemuria?" Isaac asked.

            "We may be making a return visit soon, actually. Interesting things are going on there, not all of them good, but certainly not all of them terrible. Sheba?" Picard asked her, and Sheba knew full well the remainder of the question.

            "Kraden was wrong," she said, but her voice held a happy tone. "I don't mind. I realized…after some thought…that I don't need a…a homeland other than Lalivero, or a family other than the seven of you."

            Picard nodded. "Come on, we'll go tell Ivan and Felix you've arrived. Hello again Ether," he added, seeing the Djinni perched on Sheba's head. Picard led them through what passed for a forest, following a well-worn path, and eventually to a small village. There, they found Felix on the ground helping to put together a house—properly ironic, Isaac thought—and Ivan sitting on the roof of the tallest building around.

            "Good morning!" called Ivan, leaping down and landing lightly. Garet shot him the usual glare of half-jealousy. "Have fun in Hesperia?"

            "More than you could have imagined," Mia said, smirking at Garet. The Mars Adept crossed his arms and scowled.

            "Ooh, messing with Garet's head! Let me see!" Ivan said evilly, raising a hand and using Mind Read. Garet started to protest, but the Psynergy held him fast, and after a few seconds Ivan stopped, losing concentration as he fell to the ground, laughing as though he were insane.

            "Well really," Garet grumbled.

            "I can't believe you did that!" Ivan said between giggles.

            "Well, it was either that or the Djinn would make me."

            Ivan's eyes widened. "The Djinn would make you lead a tribe of Hesperians?"

            "What? No! …Oh, wait, that means you don't know…" Instead of finishing his sentence, Garet made the wise choice of running full-tilt in a random direction that wasn't Ivan's, calling on Coal as he did so.

            How wonderful to have all Mars Djinn again, he reflected as he ran. He stopped, though, when he heard voices in a clearing.

            "…and Garet walks in, mentions the intense heat, and falls down a flight of stairs!" the voice finished. Garet groaned softly. It was Jenna, telling the story to someone else.

            "Two flights," he corrected almost automatically. Jenna turned to face him and her face broke into a smile. "Hello, Jenna," Garet said, smiling back.

            "Hey Garet. You survived whatever it was you four were doing, huh?" she asked slyly. You'd think she knew something I didn't, he mused.

            "We had more fun than you did," he replied.

            "Doubtful," said Picard, he and the others finally catching up to Garet. "You have no idea of all the fun we have had here."

            Sheba asked permission, and was granted it, from Felix, and one by one she read the minds of Felix, Jenna, Picard and Ivan. Grinning, and yet also quite surprised, she shared these thoughts and memories with Isaac, Mia and Garet.

            How interesting, she thought as the others talked about whether or not Felix had a higher death record than Isaac. We're all back together again and it's perfect.

            Sheba laughed as Ivan chased Garet into the forest again, he himself laughing at what he had found out from reading the minds of Isaac, Mia and herself. It would be a long trip back to Lalivero…or perhaps, if they ever forgave him, to Champa to retrieve Kraden.

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            They had left Sinelsol Island. It was night now, and Ivan sat on the upper deck thing staring up at the stars.

            "Mind if I join you?" Sheba asked, and Ivan shook his head no. Smiling, Sheba climbed the rest of the way up and sat beside him.

            "I'm sorry Kraden was wrong," he said finally. "That old man was the problem for everyone this time around, even as far apart as we were."

            "I'm not sorry at all. I was a little, before…but now…this is where I want to be. It's where I should be, and that's all that matters."

            "Provocative," Ivan said. Standing, he looked down and in the direction of the wheel, where Picard stood, staring into the dark water, immersed in his own thoughts.

            "So what made you laugh so hard about Garet?" Sheba asked. Remembering, Ivan barely controlled his laughter a second time.

            "The things he had to do! Clumsy Garet becoming leader of a tribe and having to use Mercury Psynergy…and fighting a battle to the death and winning against attacks like Skull Splitter and Annihilation. The first two bits are hilarious though."

            "Where do you think we'll go next?" Sheba asked. "Any visions lately?" she teased. Ivan's 'visions' usually emerged as accidental things, seemingly random choices that turned out to be true.

            "None whatsoever. You?"

            "I had a dream about pirates. I remember when we had to fight Briggs in order to get Alhafra off his case and to get Madra to free Picard."

            "Pirates? Let's hope not. They're dangerous."

            "We can take anything," Sheba argued, smiling. "All eight of us together, we're unstoppable. Not even Dullahan—"

            "Don't say that name!" Ivan hissed, and the corner of his eye began to twitch.

            "Right."

            Picard chuckled to himself. He could, of course, hear everything they were saying. He didn't fancy pirates much either, but it would be a change of pace.

            Down below, Garet and Jenna were up late, playing cards. "You make a terrible card player," she remarked. "Go fish."

            "And that's exactly why I'm terrible," Garet pointed out, picking a card from the pile. "This game's all about water, and I've had quite enough of that for this lifetime."

            "It wasn't that bad, was it? Eights?"

            "I don't know how you do it, Jenna," Garet said fervently, handing over the card Jenna asked for. "Doesn't it ever scare you? That you'll…do it wrong? Mess up? Kill someone?"

            "Sometimes," she admitted. "But you know…it's not like there's always some crisis happening. Well, aside from with us," she amended. "Besides…occasionally, if you say the words, they'll do the job for you."

            "That's wrong on so many levels. Four?"

            "Fish. I wonder where we'll be headed next?"

            "Not Champa. I don't want to see Kraden for a very long time."

            "Agreed. Queen?" Grudgingly, Garet handed Jenna the last remaining card of the game. "And I am the Queen…of cards, at least. Tonight."

            "You may be the Queen of the deck," Garet said, a mischievous light in his eyes, "but I am King of Hesperia!"

            "You were."

            "And never again. Leading is Isaac's job, and Felix's. I'm quite content with clumsy sidekick for the time being."

            Jenna smiled. Garet had changed, but he was still her same old Garet. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

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