THE RETURN OF THE WARRIOR/ REFLECTIONS, Pt I By Miroko-chan.

Hey pplz! Sorry for my long absence, schoolwork has been extremely triffling for me and I really needed to study. I just had my Yearly Exams and so I really needed time to study. Anywho, here's the next chapter of the story...

`The spirit of Thomas has resurfaced and now he is sheading his wings...`

"What do you mean, 'not settled?'"

Thomas sighed and stared into Van's eyes with his own. "I left this world without a care in the world, without seriously considering my choices, but now, I regret it badly."

The wind howled outside the window and the moon shined over them. Van, slightly puzzled, "Why?"

Suddenly, a white light engulfed them both and Van found himself in a completely different environment, a place filled with trees, flowers, and so much happiness and spared from the turmoil of Zi.

"Welcome," said Thomas, " welcome to my childhood."

Van looked around. He could see a very small and humble looking cottage, and, the front door opened, and he could see a small boy, only about 2-3 years old, walk out, holding presumably his mother's hand, this boy looked very familiar.

"Thomas, is that-"

"Yes, it is me Van."

The 'little Thomas' walked out with his mother onto the broad pebbly gardenpath, a few seconds later, a huge shadow loomed over them both and the younger Karl walked out onto the path too,

"Boo!"

The younger Thomas started to cry. "Karl, don't do that! You're scaring Thomas," said Mrs. Schubaltz.

"Sorry Mum, sorry little bro,"

Thomas let go of his mother's hand and he started running back to the cottage. Van and the older Thomas glided after him.

The younger Thomas ran straight to the back of the cottage, yanked open the back door, and ran straight into the shed.

"Van, just to let you know, this is where my troubles started."

TBC.

Miri-san: Ok, I've taken a tip from Leni O and I'll hold my chapters hostage until I get 5 reviews.and as for the cliffie..BWAHAHAHA! The next few chapters will explain where in Thomas' childhood did it all start to crumble. Cheers.