"Kupo, maybe we where in way over our head for that one."
"Yes, I agree, the boy isn't used to missions, we should have started with something easier."
Seth rolled over and flinched at a pain in his side. What had happened since the mission? He remembered a Bangaa rushing toward him with a dagger and the darkness? Had he died? Was he in hell?
He opened his eyes slowly, a bright light caused him to blink a few times, but soon enough, he was seeing the worried faces of the clan members around him.
"Welcome back, sir." Milton smiled; the only other human in clan Muc (Pronunciation: Mu (as in moo) c (as in sea)) patted the boy on the back.
"Oh, Seth-kun, we where so worried! We should have started off with an easier mission!" The Viera cried, throwing her arms around Seth. The boy sighed. She was always fussing over him. Milton suspected a little crush, but, Seth didn't believe him. Milton was only making fun of him.
"Jeeze, Chiko, your going to make him pass out again. And we all know you don't want that." Hoffman, a Bangaa, hissed into her ear. Chiko blushed madly and let Seth go. But still she sat at his side, watching over him.
So the gang was all here. He looked at all of them; Montblanc, Chiko, Milton and Hoffman. The small, but surprisingly powerful, Clan Muc.
The girl paced back and forth, waiting for some news on her clan member that went out on a mission. It had been ten days since she left. The mission only said three.
Let's face it. She was worried, something that didn't happen often. She stopped and looked out the window of the tavern. Hoping to see her clan member running back, with Gil and items.
"Mistress?" A voice came from behind her. "Sorry to interrupt your thinking, mistress, but, it is news of Kawna."
"What news do you bring me of her, Smalow?" She asked, not moving her gaze from the rain filled streets of Sprhom, the ghostly figure of Lutia in the background.
Smalow hesitated for a moment, then put a hand on his master's shoulder. She is dead. I am sorry, Mistress Uika."
Uika didn't move. Nor did it seem like she was breathing. After a few minutes, she turned to face Smalow. "By whom did she fall?"
Again, Smalow hesitated. "The members of Clan Muc, mistress."
Keahli: Mwhahahaha! o.O; Fear my horrible name-making-up-ness. Smalow? Uika? What the hell was I on when I created these guys?! Anyway, the names of clan Muc are what they are in them oo. And for the record, 'Mistress' Uika is I, Keahli. And the saddest thing of all is, I promised myself I wouldn't put myself in this story. TT; That's the kind of self control I have.
"Yes, I agree, the boy isn't used to missions, we should have started with something easier."
Seth rolled over and flinched at a pain in his side. What had happened since the mission? He remembered a Bangaa rushing toward him with a dagger and the darkness? Had he died? Was he in hell?
He opened his eyes slowly, a bright light caused him to blink a few times, but soon enough, he was seeing the worried faces of the clan members around him.
"Welcome back, sir." Milton smiled; the only other human in clan Muc (Pronunciation: Mu (as in moo) c (as in sea)) patted the boy on the back.
"Oh, Seth-kun, we where so worried! We should have started off with an easier mission!" The Viera cried, throwing her arms around Seth. The boy sighed. She was always fussing over him. Milton suspected a little crush, but, Seth didn't believe him. Milton was only making fun of him.
"Jeeze, Chiko, your going to make him pass out again. And we all know you don't want that." Hoffman, a Bangaa, hissed into her ear. Chiko blushed madly and let Seth go. But still she sat at his side, watching over him.
So the gang was all here. He looked at all of them; Montblanc, Chiko, Milton and Hoffman. The small, but surprisingly powerful, Clan Muc.
The girl paced back and forth, waiting for some news on her clan member that went out on a mission. It had been ten days since she left. The mission only said three.
Let's face it. She was worried, something that didn't happen often. She stopped and looked out the window of the tavern. Hoping to see her clan member running back, with Gil and items.
"Mistress?" A voice came from behind her. "Sorry to interrupt your thinking, mistress, but, it is news of Kawna."
"What news do you bring me of her, Smalow?" She asked, not moving her gaze from the rain filled streets of Sprhom, the ghostly figure of Lutia in the background.
Smalow hesitated for a moment, then put a hand on his master's shoulder. She is dead. I am sorry, Mistress Uika."
Uika didn't move. Nor did it seem like she was breathing. After a few minutes, she turned to face Smalow. "By whom did she fall?"
Again, Smalow hesitated. "The members of Clan Muc, mistress."
Keahli: Mwhahahaha! o.O; Fear my horrible name-making-up-ness. Smalow? Uika? What the hell was I on when I created these guys?! Anyway, the names of clan Muc are what they are in them oo. And for the record, 'Mistress' Uika is I, Keahli. And the saddest thing of all is, I promised myself I wouldn't put myself in this story. TT; That's the kind of self control I have.