Return of Anemos
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Chapter 18 - Death of a Hero
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Felix stared in horror at the vanishing face of his wife. Her eyes showed both terror and horror, and was it just him or was she holding on to Isaac a little to tight?
No matter. There was nothing he could do. They both vanished from existance, rematerializing wherever it was that Isaac was headed. Felix scoffed at that notion. *Wherever Isaac was headed* The little traitor. Not only had he stolen Nygel and told a fabrication, but he also captured Sheba! What kind of game was he playing? Felix had hoped that Isaac would cease his actions, renounce his "Anemian" allegiance.
Sadly, he did not, claiming that they did not have time for a grand ceremony.
Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Felix sheathed his blade. He would have his vengence against Isaac, would slay him where he stood. Despite whatever Isaac claimed, no matter what Hamma might say, no matter what either Nani or Jenna would say...
...Isaac was fighting against them.
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Menardi patted the top of Feihzi's head while Ivan knelt next to her. He had been terrified when he saw his house, seeing the insinerated wall and singed furniture. He had almost given his wife up for dead, had little Menardi not shown up.
He stared at his wife, watching as Menardi gently patted her forehead. It was hard to believe that Feihzi had survived such a blast, hard to believe that she emerged from it unscathed. It would be even harder to imagine if the baby survived. Yet, Ivan felt the ripples in the air, knew that the still-unborn child of his blood was alive.
He glanced at the small child next to him. Menardi was not very old, and yet she knew a fair bit on the art of healing. According to one of the other healers in Prox, she had found Feihzi and had two healers bring her to the small cave.
He gently rubbed her cheek, wondering how they would survive this horror. If there was anyway to survive at all...
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Surveying the battle scene, Scort pondered his mentor's actions. At first, the battle seemed to go as planned, with the horrors of Kolar draining the resistant's strength. Yet they somehow held on, managing to hold them back. He was far from suprised to learn that the traitors were defending the small warrior village of old, but he was suprised to see that they were able to disrupt the mutation's connection with the Jupitarians.
Ares had not been pleased.
He had immediately ordered all Jupitarians on stand-by, ready to grasp control of the horrors as soon as his plan was executed - a small spy would be sent into Prox, pose as a defector, and then slay the opposing wind mages.
And Scort would be the one to do it.
He had been most upset over it, saying that he would be slain as soon as he set foot in there. Ares had said that there would be time. For what, he had asked. The army would slay itself long before he gained any sort of trust. Ares had scoffed at the notion - they could use their healers to mend the wounds on the monsters, thereby healing them and terrifying the enemy with the notion that the creatures could heal themselves.
Ares had demanded to know why he had to get close, earn their trust, as he would be dead as soon as he executed his plan. Ares answer shocked him - he had to get close enough to bring back one hostage - a young blonde Jupitarian, supposedly for Kolar.
Rarely did Ares permit his underlings to question him, and Scort was amazed that he was still breathing. Which meant that this was a big deal, with the lives of all of Anemos's forces on the line if they failed their lord...
With that in mind, he proceeded to telelport.
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Isaac walked with Sheba towards the cell where Kolar had held him and Nygel. The hallways were dimly lit, and had a nasty smell of some dank moss. That, and the temperature was rather warm.
He glanced down at his fellow comrade. After they arrived, Sheba had kept her head against his chest, crying to no end. Isaac felt bad for what he did, but he had little choice...
He entered the cell, and noticed that Nygel was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a man, roughly about Isaac's age, and resembled... No, he was seeing things.
The man before Isaac and Sheba resembled Kyle.
Isaac glanced at Sheba, who returned his stare. Why was his father here? No, wait, it wasn't his dad - Kyle's hair was slightly more blonde than that. Even in this light-
"That's because it is not Kyle, Isaac."
Whirling around, Isaac maneuvered Sheba behind him, shielding her from the...teenage Kolar? How had he aged so?
"Why bore you with trivial facts about me? Do you not want to know who that is?"
Rather numbly, Isaac nodded.
"That there is Ivoc, the leader of Anemia. Or rather, the EX-leader of Anemia. Seems that when we were released from the Shelter, his brain sort of... Well, his IQ is now that of a Imilian snowcone."
"But...Why?"
"Well, I found it fitting. The leader of Anemos's great. great, great grandson would assist in reviving a dead empire. And what would be more ironic than if he did the same thing that his great, great, great grandfather's father did - die trying to restart it?"
Before Isaac could inquire, a force of air slammed him away from Sheba, knocking him into the wall. The structure splintered in a spiderweb-pattern impact, reflecting Isaac's series of bruises and marks. Before he could even get up, his throat was grabbed by something. Opening his eyes, he saw the small teen holding his throat.
"I would keep you alive, but since you've captured two prisoners for me, what good could you possbily be? I could force you to do my deeds, but then, that would be a waste. You are as big a fool as Ivoc, Isaac. And soon to be as smart as he."
The last thing Isaac saw was Sheba's horrified face, staring at him in horror as darkness claimed him...
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Sheba - Cliffhangers are nasty. This one's a doozy...@_@
Yep! REVIEWS!
Forgotten Souls - Does this make things more...interesting for Isaac? The leader's past is an idea that I've had for a while... Either that or wait a few more weeks with a writer's block...@_@ Why does Kolar want Sheba? Why does he want a Jupitarian from Prox?? Next time on the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers... !_! That brougth back bad memories...@_@ ^_^ Well, howz this? Thanks for the review! ^_^
darkness127 - Writer's block is bad... Second Chances shall be finished soon and Forever Friends is delayed indefinitely, so I'll have more time to worry over this...^_^ Thanks for the review!
Sheba - MIKAA OWNS NOT NINTENDO OR GOLDEN SUN, OR THE DS WOULD HAVE A GOLDEN SUN GAME WITH IT!
REVIEW!
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Chapter 18 - Death of a Hero
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Felix stared in horror at the vanishing face of his wife. Her eyes showed both terror and horror, and was it just him or was she holding on to Isaac a little to tight?
No matter. There was nothing he could do. They both vanished from existance, rematerializing wherever it was that Isaac was headed. Felix scoffed at that notion. *Wherever Isaac was headed* The little traitor. Not only had he stolen Nygel and told a fabrication, but he also captured Sheba! What kind of game was he playing? Felix had hoped that Isaac would cease his actions, renounce his "Anemian" allegiance.
Sadly, he did not, claiming that they did not have time for a grand ceremony.
Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Felix sheathed his blade. He would have his vengence against Isaac, would slay him where he stood. Despite whatever Isaac claimed, no matter what Hamma might say, no matter what either Nani or Jenna would say...
...Isaac was fighting against them.
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Menardi patted the top of Feihzi's head while Ivan knelt next to her. He had been terrified when he saw his house, seeing the insinerated wall and singed furniture. He had almost given his wife up for dead, had little Menardi not shown up.
He stared at his wife, watching as Menardi gently patted her forehead. It was hard to believe that Feihzi had survived such a blast, hard to believe that she emerged from it unscathed. It would be even harder to imagine if the baby survived. Yet, Ivan felt the ripples in the air, knew that the still-unborn child of his blood was alive.
He glanced at the small child next to him. Menardi was not very old, and yet she knew a fair bit on the art of healing. According to one of the other healers in Prox, she had found Feihzi and had two healers bring her to the small cave.
He gently rubbed her cheek, wondering how they would survive this horror. If there was anyway to survive at all...
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Surveying the battle scene, Scort pondered his mentor's actions. At first, the battle seemed to go as planned, with the horrors of Kolar draining the resistant's strength. Yet they somehow held on, managing to hold them back. He was far from suprised to learn that the traitors were defending the small warrior village of old, but he was suprised to see that they were able to disrupt the mutation's connection with the Jupitarians.
Ares had not been pleased.
He had immediately ordered all Jupitarians on stand-by, ready to grasp control of the horrors as soon as his plan was executed - a small spy would be sent into Prox, pose as a defector, and then slay the opposing wind mages.
And Scort would be the one to do it.
He had been most upset over it, saying that he would be slain as soon as he set foot in there. Ares had said that there would be time. For what, he had asked. The army would slay itself long before he gained any sort of trust. Ares had scoffed at the notion - they could use their healers to mend the wounds on the monsters, thereby healing them and terrifying the enemy with the notion that the creatures could heal themselves.
Ares had demanded to know why he had to get close, earn their trust, as he would be dead as soon as he executed his plan. Ares answer shocked him - he had to get close enough to bring back one hostage - a young blonde Jupitarian, supposedly for Kolar.
Rarely did Ares permit his underlings to question him, and Scort was amazed that he was still breathing. Which meant that this was a big deal, with the lives of all of Anemos's forces on the line if they failed their lord...
With that in mind, he proceeded to telelport.
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Isaac walked with Sheba towards the cell where Kolar had held him and Nygel. The hallways were dimly lit, and had a nasty smell of some dank moss. That, and the temperature was rather warm.
He glanced down at his fellow comrade. After they arrived, Sheba had kept her head against his chest, crying to no end. Isaac felt bad for what he did, but he had little choice...
He entered the cell, and noticed that Nygel was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a man, roughly about Isaac's age, and resembled... No, he was seeing things.
The man before Isaac and Sheba resembled Kyle.
Isaac glanced at Sheba, who returned his stare. Why was his father here? No, wait, it wasn't his dad - Kyle's hair was slightly more blonde than that. Even in this light-
"That's because it is not Kyle, Isaac."
Whirling around, Isaac maneuvered Sheba behind him, shielding her from the...teenage Kolar? How had he aged so?
"Why bore you with trivial facts about me? Do you not want to know who that is?"
Rather numbly, Isaac nodded.
"That there is Ivoc, the leader of Anemia. Or rather, the EX-leader of Anemia. Seems that when we were released from the Shelter, his brain sort of... Well, his IQ is now that of a Imilian snowcone."
"But...Why?"
"Well, I found it fitting. The leader of Anemos's great. great, great grandson would assist in reviving a dead empire. And what would be more ironic than if he did the same thing that his great, great, great grandfather's father did - die trying to restart it?"
Before Isaac could inquire, a force of air slammed him away from Sheba, knocking him into the wall. The structure splintered in a spiderweb-pattern impact, reflecting Isaac's series of bruises and marks. Before he could even get up, his throat was grabbed by something. Opening his eyes, he saw the small teen holding his throat.
"I would keep you alive, but since you've captured two prisoners for me, what good could you possbily be? I could force you to do my deeds, but then, that would be a waste. You are as big a fool as Ivoc, Isaac. And soon to be as smart as he."
The last thing Isaac saw was Sheba's horrified face, staring at him in horror as darkness claimed him...
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=D
Sheba - Cliffhangers are nasty. This one's a doozy...@_@
Yep! REVIEWS!
Forgotten Souls - Does this make things more...interesting for Isaac? The leader's past is an idea that I've had for a while... Either that or wait a few more weeks with a writer's block...@_@ Why does Kolar want Sheba? Why does he want a Jupitarian from Prox?? Next time on the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers... !_! That brougth back bad memories...@_@ ^_^ Well, howz this? Thanks for the review! ^_^
darkness127 - Writer's block is bad... Second Chances shall be finished soon and Forever Friends is delayed indefinitely, so I'll have more time to worry over this...^_^ Thanks for the review!
Sheba - MIKAA OWNS NOT NINTENDO OR GOLDEN SUN, OR THE DS WOULD HAVE A GOLDEN SUN GAME WITH IT!
REVIEW!