Parallels
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Chapter 16
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Sitting within the vast room, Hamma let out another sigh. She had been in Ivan's quarters for nearly an hour now, and found it most disquieting. After the aide had aquired her some new attire, she had been deposited in the Mage's room, and had confined herself to staying on his bed. According to the aide, Ivan would be working rather late, and suggested that she get some rest.
After the mental connection she made with Ivan, she had decided against sleeping. The thoughts he had ranged from mild to perverse, his mind jumping through differient ideas at a pace faster than she had ever thought possible. It was obvious that Ivan was powerful, yet when she connected to his mind, she found his mind in shock when he realized that she was hearing his thoughts. It was almost as if...he hadn't anticipated her to do that. Had she surpased him in skill? Or had he just not been expecting her to get that far ahead?
Whatever the reason, he made her uncomfortable. Even now, sitting in his room, she felt as though he was watching her. Glancing around, she observed yet again the sparseness of the chamber. The four walls were marlbe white, reflecting light from an unseen source. There was a clothes chest next to a half-opened door, revealing the attire of the owner. Glancing at the opposite wall, she noted a small mantle holding a couple of paintings. One was of a beautiful city, vast and breathtaking. The other showed two people standing next to each other. One was obviously Ivan, the other...
Blinking, she stared at the image. She was imagining things. Yes, that was it. Closing her eyes, she shook her head, opening them to stare at the painting. Despite what she tried to tell herself, there was no denying the image.
Tall, lavender hair, fair build, and the same face - it might have been her five years from now.
She shook her head, staring ahead at the door. No, it wasn't possible. Maybe the woman was a former lover, or a sister perhapse. Grabbing her head, she tried to remove that pleasent thought.
Unable to shake the mental image, she focused on the teachings he had taught her on searching the air for thoughts. Maybe if she found something to divert her attention, she would be in better spirits. Closing her eyes, she concentrated until she saw them.
She saw dozens upon dozens of whisps float by, each one containing a seperate mind. She glanced at several of them, becoming even more uneasy as each one showed her a common thought - she resembled a woman named Hamma.
How cheery.
Trying to find someone else, she noted a dark region. At first she thought that a wall or some physical object was creating a lull, but further observations showed that it was moving. It was someone's mind, and yet... Was it a ward? Her father had spoken of such things on rare occasions, though he never told her what they did. Perhapse this person was so skilled in the practice, he (or she) was able to block mental intrusions.
To her suprise, she saw another lull, located a fair distance away. A strand of thought was there, and upon reading it, Hamma immediately broke off. She didn't read much, but from what she saw, she wished she hadn't looked. IF she wasn't mistaken, she saw the very woman in the painting, a bit older, in bed with...
Shaking her head, she moved on, not willing to let THAT image fill her mind. Searching around, she noticed three mental streams off by themselves. Unsure what they were, she probed the duller of the two, wondering if it was someone learning how to ward his mind.
She gasped as she opened the strand to her mind - it was Isaac. HER Isaac. The Isaac she traveled with.
He was alive, but... Where was he? She didn't recognize the place, as it was in a cave made of something she did not recognize. There was another person laying nearby, a man of fair build. She paid him little mind, instead focusing on her love.
Whose love?
Hamma took an intake of breath. Isaac had somehow heard her thoughts as she read his. How had he done THAT? Not even that Ivan had been able to do such a feat. Was Isaac a Mage? Or was there something else about him...?
Hamma? Is that you?
She sent a message of yes, unwilling to risk breaking the connection. Oh how good it was to sense him, to feel close to him! If only she could be with him for the rest of their li...
She barely noticed his puzzlement as she shunned the random thought. There was no reason to think that he loved her.
What makes you think that?
Again, she chided herself for letting her mind roam. Sending him a thought of dissmissal of the subject, she tried to mentally suggest where he was.
Deep in some mine. Don't know where.
She frowned. They had spoken of a mine earlier, but wasn't a mine supposed to be filled with workers? Why was there only three minds?
"Because that mine was converted to a prison."
Hamma fought the urge to open her eyes at the person that walked in, knowing full well who it was.
Was that...Ivan?
How did he know that? Did he and Ivan talk before? Or was there something else...?
"They are in Psyn Mine 001, originally a mine for Psynergetic stones, or Psyn, but was later deemed useless when better yields were found elsewhere."
This is not helping me any, Ivan.
Hamma realized what was going on. Ivan was somehow in her mind, and since his speach had to go through her mind to be understood, Isaac was able to join the conversation.
"Given recent events, I think it is time to get you, Alex, and Felix out of there, no?"
What do you mean?
Felix? Was this the same Felix that had come with them? Last she heard, he was with the Resistance...
"He is, Hamma. But to answer Isaac's inquiry, I think it best that we get the three of you out of the shaft, so that we can accomplish our coup."
Coup? Did she hear right? Was Ivan going to assist them in getting out of their predicament?
"I need to leave now, the Master has summoned me to talk with him and Lord Garet."
Hamma didn't have to listen twice to hear the sarcasm in his voice at Garet's name.
What do we need to do?
Silence. Nothingness. The sound of a door being pulled too. Turning her full attention back to Isaac, she noticed the third thought moving towards him, and decided it would be best to get off soon. Softly, she spoke:
"Don't worry, Isaac... Help is on the way..."
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Before I get to the review commentary, I would like to say a few words to those who have been following me and assisting me with this story:
Due to conditions beyond my control, I will have to delay Parallels until July, as by then I hope to have everything straitened out. I have tried many times to work with Parallels, but I am unable to do a crutial series of scenes involving Mia and Freaky Felix, prohibiting me from continuing at this time.
If I am able to pick this up again, I will do so at a moments notice, and I am willing to accept any and all assistance with completing these scenes with the Resistance. Anyone willing to assist me will earn my thanks and gratitude, and I WILL make sure you are recognized in some fashion in this work.
I again apoligize for this, but it is well beyond my control. Due to the seriousness of Chaos Theory, that story WILL go on, as it doesn't require any humor to be crutial to the story.
Yet again I apoligize for this, and I really feel bad. And again, any assistance with the Mia/Freaky Felix scenes will be appreciated and will allow me to complete this prior to this fall.
And I also apoligize for this rambling. I do feel bad about this. Now to the review commentaries...
TemplarofNi - Wise One romance? I would like to see an outline of THAT idea... How's this chapter? Thanks!
Dark Ice Dragon - It's called rereading what I had, and hoping that I remembered what I didn't do... In truth, there was a lot I wanted to do with the first reality (namely explore into Felix's past, and why he had blue hair), but I felt that I would take too long. Which is what I'm doing in this reality, but will hopefully get out, do one other reality, THEN get them home. Maybe. And you're right - you found out. ; Thanks!
Forgotten Souls - Watch out, she will find you. She's still mad... I think the only way to stop her is to go back in time and keep her away... Oh well... The Anemia/Anemos thing is pretty much interchangable with these fics, as the actual culture's name differs from what others would use. And besides, it's an AU! ;; And Alex does care for Felix, and Isaac is evil...or is he? Hmm... Bad guess, but given some of my hints, this was a viable theory... Thanks!
wildcats1310 - Most, if not all, of your questions are answered in my current plans, but due to this acursed depression, I won't be able to get a Felix/Mia scene going, and that is hurting the whole story at this point... Thanks, thogh!
- I understand your grammar and wording, provided I take my time. How long have you been learning? And I DID plan to have a mine escape, though it was not for this chapter... Curse life itself... Thanks!
jupiter adepts rule - May I ask what you mean by "i hope you review soon?" If this is asking me to look at your fics, be warned - if there are any Windshipping materials, it might be a while till I get to it... Thanks!
The 8BTFreek - I have many things to do with this, and one cursed scene is holding me up because I simply cannot generate the humor required. F. Felix scenes are meanto to bring a chuckle here and there, yet I am unable to really grasp humor here. Thanks for your praises, though!
Saiyagal - Oh? Thanks! Check out another wierd story of mine - Chaos Theory. Thanks!
Pyro1588 - I'm not smoking, but I am sniffing at a very odd pile of alternate realities right now... Which is what's helping me with this and Chaos Theory... Now if I can just get the scenes I need done and move on...TT Thanks!
Tiger Dauthi - I am working on getting to these typos, which is a hard lesson, since I'm used to working with Notepad... And why do you think that FELIX (Freaky Felix, I'm assuming) has the gift? Just curious... And I guess this answers your second guess... I am not intending ot use a cliche approach here, and usually try to avoid those evil things... Hopefully, I can find a way to explain it in depth so that it is differient than I originally planned... Time will tell... Thanks!
Kyarorain - OO YOU REVIEWED?!?!?!! cough ; And why do you not like these characters? Thanks!
Lancet Mage - I hope to continue this, but life prevents me from doing so. grumbles I WILL be working on Chaos Theory, as that isn't hindered by a depression... Thanks!
Smurf Cat - Remember, there are several realities... Consider reading more...XD Thanks!
I hope to do more with this prior to July, but I have no idea as to whether or not I will be able to. Again, any assistance is welcomed!
Sheba - Aww, poor baby...
And you gripe at ME for using that...
Sheba - tries to strangle herself for saying the words
Uh huh. Well, I DO NOT OWN NINTENDO OR GOLDEN SUN!!! REVIEW!!!
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Chapter 16
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Sitting within the vast room, Hamma let out another sigh. She had been in Ivan's quarters for nearly an hour now, and found it most disquieting. After the aide had aquired her some new attire, she had been deposited in the Mage's room, and had confined herself to staying on his bed. According to the aide, Ivan would be working rather late, and suggested that she get some rest.
After the mental connection she made with Ivan, she had decided against sleeping. The thoughts he had ranged from mild to perverse, his mind jumping through differient ideas at a pace faster than she had ever thought possible. It was obvious that Ivan was powerful, yet when she connected to his mind, she found his mind in shock when he realized that she was hearing his thoughts. It was almost as if...he hadn't anticipated her to do that. Had she surpased him in skill? Or had he just not been expecting her to get that far ahead?
Whatever the reason, he made her uncomfortable. Even now, sitting in his room, she felt as though he was watching her. Glancing around, she observed yet again the sparseness of the chamber. The four walls were marlbe white, reflecting light from an unseen source. There was a clothes chest next to a half-opened door, revealing the attire of the owner. Glancing at the opposite wall, she noted a small mantle holding a couple of paintings. One was of a beautiful city, vast and breathtaking. The other showed two people standing next to each other. One was obviously Ivan, the other...
Blinking, she stared at the image. She was imagining things. Yes, that was it. Closing her eyes, she shook her head, opening them to stare at the painting. Despite what she tried to tell herself, there was no denying the image.
Tall, lavender hair, fair build, and the same face - it might have been her five years from now.
She shook her head, staring ahead at the door. No, it wasn't possible. Maybe the woman was a former lover, or a sister perhapse. Grabbing her head, she tried to remove that pleasent thought.
Unable to shake the mental image, she focused on the teachings he had taught her on searching the air for thoughts. Maybe if she found something to divert her attention, she would be in better spirits. Closing her eyes, she concentrated until she saw them.
She saw dozens upon dozens of whisps float by, each one containing a seperate mind. She glanced at several of them, becoming even more uneasy as each one showed her a common thought - she resembled a woman named Hamma.
How cheery.
Trying to find someone else, she noted a dark region. At first she thought that a wall or some physical object was creating a lull, but further observations showed that it was moving. It was someone's mind, and yet... Was it a ward? Her father had spoken of such things on rare occasions, though he never told her what they did. Perhapse this person was so skilled in the practice, he (or she) was able to block mental intrusions.
To her suprise, she saw another lull, located a fair distance away. A strand of thought was there, and upon reading it, Hamma immediately broke off. She didn't read much, but from what she saw, she wished she hadn't looked. IF she wasn't mistaken, she saw the very woman in the painting, a bit older, in bed with...
Shaking her head, she moved on, not willing to let THAT image fill her mind. Searching around, she noticed three mental streams off by themselves. Unsure what they were, she probed the duller of the two, wondering if it was someone learning how to ward his mind.
She gasped as she opened the strand to her mind - it was Isaac. HER Isaac. The Isaac she traveled with.
He was alive, but... Where was he? She didn't recognize the place, as it was in a cave made of something she did not recognize. There was another person laying nearby, a man of fair build. She paid him little mind, instead focusing on her love.
Whose love?
Hamma took an intake of breath. Isaac had somehow heard her thoughts as she read his. How had he done THAT? Not even that Ivan had been able to do such a feat. Was Isaac a Mage? Or was there something else about him...?
Hamma? Is that you?
She sent a message of yes, unwilling to risk breaking the connection. Oh how good it was to sense him, to feel close to him! If only she could be with him for the rest of their li...
She barely noticed his puzzlement as she shunned the random thought. There was no reason to think that he loved her.
What makes you think that?
Again, she chided herself for letting her mind roam. Sending him a thought of dissmissal of the subject, she tried to mentally suggest where he was.
Deep in some mine. Don't know where.
She frowned. They had spoken of a mine earlier, but wasn't a mine supposed to be filled with workers? Why was there only three minds?
"Because that mine was converted to a prison."
Hamma fought the urge to open her eyes at the person that walked in, knowing full well who it was.
Was that...Ivan?
How did he know that? Did he and Ivan talk before? Or was there something else...?
"They are in Psyn Mine 001, originally a mine for Psynergetic stones, or Psyn, but was later deemed useless when better yields were found elsewhere."
This is not helping me any, Ivan.
Hamma realized what was going on. Ivan was somehow in her mind, and since his speach had to go through her mind to be understood, Isaac was able to join the conversation.
"Given recent events, I think it is time to get you, Alex, and Felix out of there, no?"
What do you mean?
Felix? Was this the same Felix that had come with them? Last she heard, he was with the Resistance...
"He is, Hamma. But to answer Isaac's inquiry, I think it best that we get the three of you out of the shaft, so that we can accomplish our coup."
Coup? Did she hear right? Was Ivan going to assist them in getting out of their predicament?
"I need to leave now, the Master has summoned me to talk with him and Lord Garet."
Hamma didn't have to listen twice to hear the sarcasm in his voice at Garet's name.
What do we need to do?
Silence. Nothingness. The sound of a door being pulled too. Turning her full attention back to Isaac, she noticed the third thought moving towards him, and decided it would be best to get off soon. Softly, she spoke:
"Don't worry, Isaac... Help is on the way..."
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Before I get to the review commentary, I would like to say a few words to those who have been following me and assisting me with this story:
Due to conditions beyond my control, I will have to delay Parallels until July, as by then I hope to have everything straitened out. I have tried many times to work with Parallels, but I am unable to do a crutial series of scenes involving Mia and Freaky Felix, prohibiting me from continuing at this time.
If I am able to pick this up again, I will do so at a moments notice, and I am willing to accept any and all assistance with completing these scenes with the Resistance. Anyone willing to assist me will earn my thanks and gratitude, and I WILL make sure you are recognized in some fashion in this work.
I again apoligize for this, but it is well beyond my control. Due to the seriousness of Chaos Theory, that story WILL go on, as it doesn't require any humor to be crutial to the story.
Yet again I apoligize for this, and I really feel bad. And again, any assistance with the Mia/Freaky Felix scenes will be appreciated and will allow me to complete this prior to this fall.
And I also apoligize for this rambling. I do feel bad about this. Now to the review commentaries...
TemplarofNi - Wise One romance? I would like to see an outline of THAT idea... How's this chapter? Thanks!
Dark Ice Dragon - It's called rereading what I had, and hoping that I remembered what I didn't do... In truth, there was a lot I wanted to do with the first reality (namely explore into Felix's past, and why he had blue hair), but I felt that I would take too long. Which is what I'm doing in this reality, but will hopefully get out, do one other reality, THEN get them home. Maybe. And you're right - you found out. ; Thanks!
Forgotten Souls - Watch out, she will find you. She's still mad... I think the only way to stop her is to go back in time and keep her away... Oh well... The Anemia/Anemos thing is pretty much interchangable with these fics, as the actual culture's name differs from what others would use. And besides, it's an AU! ;; And Alex does care for Felix, and Isaac is evil...or is he? Hmm... Bad guess, but given some of my hints, this was a viable theory... Thanks!
wildcats1310 - Most, if not all, of your questions are answered in my current plans, but due to this acursed depression, I won't be able to get a Felix/Mia scene going, and that is hurting the whole story at this point... Thanks, thogh!
- I understand your grammar and wording, provided I take my time. How long have you been learning? And I DID plan to have a mine escape, though it was not for this chapter... Curse life itself... Thanks!
jupiter adepts rule - May I ask what you mean by "i hope you review soon?" If this is asking me to look at your fics, be warned - if there are any Windshipping materials, it might be a while till I get to it... Thanks!
The 8BTFreek - I have many things to do with this, and one cursed scene is holding me up because I simply cannot generate the humor required. F. Felix scenes are meanto to bring a chuckle here and there, yet I am unable to really grasp humor here. Thanks for your praises, though!
Saiyagal - Oh? Thanks! Check out another wierd story of mine - Chaos Theory. Thanks!
Pyro1588 - I'm not smoking, but I am sniffing at a very odd pile of alternate realities right now... Which is what's helping me with this and Chaos Theory... Now if I can just get the scenes I need done and move on...TT Thanks!
Tiger Dauthi - I am working on getting to these typos, which is a hard lesson, since I'm used to working with Notepad... And why do you think that FELIX (Freaky Felix, I'm assuming) has the gift? Just curious... And I guess this answers your second guess... I am not intending ot use a cliche approach here, and usually try to avoid those evil things... Hopefully, I can find a way to explain it in depth so that it is differient than I originally planned... Time will tell... Thanks!
Kyarorain - OO YOU REVIEWED?!?!?!! cough ; And why do you not like these characters? Thanks!
Lancet Mage - I hope to continue this, but life prevents me from doing so. grumbles I WILL be working on Chaos Theory, as that isn't hindered by a depression... Thanks!
Smurf Cat - Remember, there are several realities... Consider reading more...XD Thanks!
I hope to do more with this prior to July, but I have no idea as to whether or not I will be able to. Again, any assistance is welcomed!
Sheba - Aww, poor baby...
And you gripe at ME for using that...
Sheba - tries to strangle herself for saying the words
Uh huh. Well, I DO NOT OWN NINTENDO OR GOLDEN SUN!!! REVIEW!!!