Second Chances
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Chapter 3
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Sheba watched Alex as he ate the stew. She still had not come to a conclusion as to why she helped him, and still wondered why he had sought the power of Alchemy. Watching him eat the stew... He looked so gentle, so innocent. It was as if the Alex she knew had died, and a new one was born.
Of course, it was probably just her imagination. After all, he was a master of deception.
She sighed inwardly. She had considered reading his mind, to find out his deepest secrets, to do what noone else had - understand Alex. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. It seemed wrong that she would do such a thing, betraying him. Of course, he had done it so many times to them.
"Sheba, are you in?"
Eyes wide, she turned to look at the entrance to her tent. the dim light outside cast a light sillouete against her tent, in the form of a man. Who it was, she was not certain, but whoever it was, they couldn't learn of what she had done.
Glancing back at Alex, she noted the look of dread on his face. Apparently, he did not relish the prospect of being found out as well. Of course, his punishment for being found would be worse than hers. She wondered how much truth was in that thought.
Taking his empty bowl, she sat it on the ground, and quickly helped him to lay down. As quickly as she could while being quiet, she made her way towards the tent flap, hoping the person outside would not peer in. Alex may have been under covers, but it was hard to miss the blue hair.
Stepping out, she saw the tall form of Isaac at her door. His eyes were once again warm and caring, but this time had a touch of worry to them. Odd, since no more than several minutes ago, he had seemed calm and happy.
"Sheba, is everything alright?"
She raised her eyebrows to this question. She wondered what she had done to raise his suspicion. He obviously did not know of what lay inside her tent, and decided to stall for time, hoping that she could find a way around him learning of the secret.
"What would make you think that?"
His eyes changed to one of curiosity. If he had suspected anything before, then her question had only made it worse. *Terrific.*
"Normally, you eat near the fire. When you walked away after getting supper, I thought that something was wrong."
Despite the danger, Sheba did smile inwardly. Isaac did seem to genuinely worry about others, even if he did blow his top when enraged. She wondered if she could tell him...
"Sheba?"
Blinking, she realized that she was going too deep into thought. Which was not a good thing, since Isaac would become suspicious of what she would be hiding.
But then she stopped, thinking. Isaac had been worried about her doing something out of the ordinary. He might be able to help her care for Alex...
"Sheba, is there something you need to tell me?"
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Darkness. Darkness surrouned him. For some reason, he felt as if he were standing on a pile of rocks or wood, standing against a tall pillar. He was unsure, but he felt as though his hands had been tied behind his back, around whatever it was he had been standing against.
Suddenly, a hand seemed to carress his face. Soft, smoothly, gently. It was the hand of a woman, that was for sure. The hand pulled back, and with a swift gasp of wind, a sharp pain swelled on his cheek. Alex reeled in pain, wondering who had struck him.
"Good riddence."
Jenna. He knew that voice anywhere. Was he in Vale? No, Sheba would protect him, would hide him. Wouldn't she? He had only dozed off; they couldn't have cought him that quickly.
"Alex."
He attempted to stand tall and firm, not wanting to show any weakness to Felix. He did not know what Felix would do, nor did he wish to find out. To his dissapointment, he found out. A swift blow to his stomach caused Alex to try to bend down, to quell the pain. But he found that it was impossible - his neck had been tied to the post as well. Tied with...hair? No wonder he had not noticed it.
He heard footsteps approach, yet none leaving. To his knowlege, there was only one person that would approach while Felix stood near - the last person he wanted to see. "Mia..."
A quick blow of pain surged between his legs, and he cried out as he was unable to do anything about the pain. He heard a dark chuckle, and immediately realized who it was that sneered at him.
"Good riddance."
He felt a tear roll down his cheek as they walked away, but heavier footsteps came forward, and a pair of large hands fiddled with something on the back of his head. Suddenly, he was able to see.
He WAS standing on a pile of wood, strapped to a pillar of wood. Before him was the "village" of Vale, though it was more tents that structures. The villagers had gathered around, with six individuals standing seven feet away. He saw them all, yet noticed the missing two. Garet stood behind him, apparently checking his bonds. Sheba was nowhere to be se-
No, there she was. She was tied to a chair, apparently in trouble for harboring him. He had not wished to bring anyone suffering after he was rescued, yet he had done just that.
Suddenly, he noticed Garet walking forward, only to turn around to look at him. Pointing a finger at Alex, a fume of fire spat towards the ground, rising quickly to claim his clothing. He bit his lip as the flames at at his flesh, tears rolling down his cheeks. He tried to summon some psynergy to quell the fire, but was unable to - he was still drained.
As the fire continued to eat away at him, he noticed Sheba. She had tears running down her face, apparently saddened at what her friends had done. Despite the torment that he was enduring, she seemed sadder at his fate than whatever lay before her...
Knowing that the end was near, he closed his eyes, allowing the flames to consume him while seven individuals watched with glee...
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*sobs*
Sheba - YOU KILLED ALEX???
Alas, I knew him well...
Sheba - that was MEAN!
You want to die?
Sheba - ...
Anyway, before I start to cry at what I just wrote, on to the reviewers!
Kyarorain - YAY! NO MORE SHEBA JOKES! *feels better now* You deduced it was Garet from all that? I thought you'd pickup on the TALL, spikey hair... Oh well... Guess you were on a sugar high... And yep, it is the first true Flameshipping that I've done since Lost Story. Battle Arenas don't count, especially since you technically have control of that now... ^_^ Be sure to send me your works on it!
Forgotten Souls - Well, how does this one seem? (not a whole lot to comment on here...)
Sheba - What happens to me?
You think I'd tell you?
Sheba - If you value your life?
... REVIEW OR I WON'T CONTINUE!
Sheba - -_- MIKAA DOES NOT OWN GOLDEN SUN!
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Chapter 3
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Sheba watched Alex as he ate the stew. She still had not come to a conclusion as to why she helped him, and still wondered why he had sought the power of Alchemy. Watching him eat the stew... He looked so gentle, so innocent. It was as if the Alex she knew had died, and a new one was born.
Of course, it was probably just her imagination. After all, he was a master of deception.
She sighed inwardly. She had considered reading his mind, to find out his deepest secrets, to do what noone else had - understand Alex. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. It seemed wrong that she would do such a thing, betraying him. Of course, he had done it so many times to them.
"Sheba, are you in?"
Eyes wide, she turned to look at the entrance to her tent. the dim light outside cast a light sillouete against her tent, in the form of a man. Who it was, she was not certain, but whoever it was, they couldn't learn of what she had done.
Glancing back at Alex, she noted the look of dread on his face. Apparently, he did not relish the prospect of being found out as well. Of course, his punishment for being found would be worse than hers. She wondered how much truth was in that thought.
Taking his empty bowl, she sat it on the ground, and quickly helped him to lay down. As quickly as she could while being quiet, she made her way towards the tent flap, hoping the person outside would not peer in. Alex may have been under covers, but it was hard to miss the blue hair.
Stepping out, she saw the tall form of Isaac at her door. His eyes were once again warm and caring, but this time had a touch of worry to them. Odd, since no more than several minutes ago, he had seemed calm and happy.
"Sheba, is everything alright?"
She raised her eyebrows to this question. She wondered what she had done to raise his suspicion. He obviously did not know of what lay inside her tent, and decided to stall for time, hoping that she could find a way around him learning of the secret.
"What would make you think that?"
His eyes changed to one of curiosity. If he had suspected anything before, then her question had only made it worse. *Terrific.*
"Normally, you eat near the fire. When you walked away after getting supper, I thought that something was wrong."
Despite the danger, Sheba did smile inwardly. Isaac did seem to genuinely worry about others, even if he did blow his top when enraged. She wondered if she could tell him...
"Sheba?"
Blinking, she realized that she was going too deep into thought. Which was not a good thing, since Isaac would become suspicious of what she would be hiding.
But then she stopped, thinking. Isaac had been worried about her doing something out of the ordinary. He might be able to help her care for Alex...
"Sheba, is there something you need to tell me?"
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Darkness. Darkness surrouned him. For some reason, he felt as if he were standing on a pile of rocks or wood, standing against a tall pillar. He was unsure, but he felt as though his hands had been tied behind his back, around whatever it was he had been standing against.
Suddenly, a hand seemed to carress his face. Soft, smoothly, gently. It was the hand of a woman, that was for sure. The hand pulled back, and with a swift gasp of wind, a sharp pain swelled on his cheek. Alex reeled in pain, wondering who had struck him.
"Good riddence."
Jenna. He knew that voice anywhere. Was he in Vale? No, Sheba would protect him, would hide him. Wouldn't she? He had only dozed off; they couldn't have cought him that quickly.
"Alex."
He attempted to stand tall and firm, not wanting to show any weakness to Felix. He did not know what Felix would do, nor did he wish to find out. To his dissapointment, he found out. A swift blow to his stomach caused Alex to try to bend down, to quell the pain. But he found that it was impossible - his neck had been tied to the post as well. Tied with...hair? No wonder he had not noticed it.
He heard footsteps approach, yet none leaving. To his knowlege, there was only one person that would approach while Felix stood near - the last person he wanted to see. "Mia..."
A quick blow of pain surged between his legs, and he cried out as he was unable to do anything about the pain. He heard a dark chuckle, and immediately realized who it was that sneered at him.
"Good riddance."
He felt a tear roll down his cheek as they walked away, but heavier footsteps came forward, and a pair of large hands fiddled with something on the back of his head. Suddenly, he was able to see.
He WAS standing on a pile of wood, strapped to a pillar of wood. Before him was the "village" of Vale, though it was more tents that structures. The villagers had gathered around, with six individuals standing seven feet away. He saw them all, yet noticed the missing two. Garet stood behind him, apparently checking his bonds. Sheba was nowhere to be se-
No, there she was. She was tied to a chair, apparently in trouble for harboring him. He had not wished to bring anyone suffering after he was rescued, yet he had done just that.
Suddenly, he noticed Garet walking forward, only to turn around to look at him. Pointing a finger at Alex, a fume of fire spat towards the ground, rising quickly to claim his clothing. He bit his lip as the flames at at his flesh, tears rolling down his cheeks. He tried to summon some psynergy to quell the fire, but was unable to - he was still drained.
As the fire continued to eat away at him, he noticed Sheba. She had tears running down her face, apparently saddened at what her friends had done. Despite the torment that he was enduring, she seemed sadder at his fate than whatever lay before her...
Knowing that the end was near, he closed his eyes, allowing the flames to consume him while seven individuals watched with glee...
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*sobs*
Sheba - YOU KILLED ALEX???
Alas, I knew him well...
Sheba - that was MEAN!
You want to die?
Sheba - ...
Anyway, before I start to cry at what I just wrote, on to the reviewers!
Kyarorain - YAY! NO MORE SHEBA JOKES! *feels better now* You deduced it was Garet from all that? I thought you'd pickup on the TALL, spikey hair... Oh well... Guess you were on a sugar high... And yep, it is the first true Flameshipping that I've done since Lost Story. Battle Arenas don't count, especially since you technically have control of that now... ^_^ Be sure to send me your works on it!
Forgotten Souls - Well, how does this one seem? (not a whole lot to comment on here...)
Sheba - What happens to me?
You think I'd tell you?
Sheba - If you value your life?
... REVIEW OR I WON'T CONTINUE!
Sheba - -_- MIKAA DOES NOT OWN GOLDEN SUN!