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Author's Note: Okay, okay, the 1st part was short because…that was an intro! Now this is the 1st chapter. Anyway, thank you to those who reviewed! I love you all! ^_^ (please continue doing it? Hehe…) Regarding reviews, it's ok if you flame me, just be sensible in doing so (or else…/gg). My writing style isn't heave nor is it shallow. So please just enjoy my fic and review!
Story: Forbidden Dreams
Chapter 1: As I Fall
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"So what's on your agenda for today?" Morlo poked Krisien on her side as she was getting some equipment.
"Ouch!" she said rubbing her side. "It's none of your business as usual."
"Hmm…I bet you're going to the deepest ends of Byalan again huh?" Morlo said sheepishly
"No! That'll be tom—oops"
"What? You're going there? You know you can't handle that area!" Morlo told Krisien warningly.
"Hey don't push it Morlo." Krisien replied with a tone not short of a threat.
"Fine" Morlo said and the knight stepped aside.
"I might be late for dinner. If Pheeto asks you where I went, just go tell him I did an errand." Krisien said as she hoisted her sword on her shoulder.
"Whatever." Morlo said.
"Peace" and with a flash, Krisien teleported out of the guild's castle.
**
The sun's scorching heat made Krisien's armor even more unbearable as she wandered the busy streets of the great frontier. From every direction, voices of jewelry sellers, weapon dealers, and accessory makers were heard; each, trying to get a good day's earning.
"Where is he?" She muttered to herself as she scanned the faces of the vendors.
Many of the faces stared back at her for only a handful of knights such as herself grace the town of Morroc. Carrying her sword, she continued on waking at the street's side.
"He has to be here somewhe—AAHH!" with a large thump, she fell flat face on the floor.
Still lying, she looked at what she tripped on. And there sitting silently, was an assassin. She just stared blankly until she realized that her skirt half-way rose.
"Eek! Don't look you perv!" She said sitting up.
Though he wore a sakkat which hid his face, she knew that he was raising an eyebrow in disregard. She just looked at him disapprovingly and let out a "ha!"
"Silly." He said simply.
"I am NOT silly! Why you arrogant loser you!" She said appalled.
Krisien waited for another insult to answer hers. But nothing came. She just stared at the man as the warm wind swept through his dark blue hair. Furrowing her forehead, she picked up her sword and stood up.
"Damn," she told herself "now I seem more of a fool here. I have to find Asther fast."
And as if it was a wish instantly granted, she saw a flock of people crowd a stall.
"Hey Asther!" She shouted through the small crowd.
Asther saw her and squeezed through the people to meet up with Krisien.
"Looks like you became popular huh?" She said mockingly.
"Yeah, they like the cheap prices." He said as he wiped sweat off his forehead. "So what do we have here?"
"I want 'rough wind' placed in this." Krisien told the young blacksmith.
"That's it? I'll have it done in a jiffy."
**
Loud chatters rang through the large dining hall as Krisien came in carrying her "new" wind claymore. She took her usual seat on the long wooden table.
"An elemental Krisien?" Pheeto asked as he sipped in his goblet.
"Yeah, just had it made by Asther." She said looking at the sword adoringly.
"What? You could've asked me to do that." Casador said.
"Yeah, you're a blacksmith too. But I just wanted to help Asther with his business. Cheer up, you've got lots of zenny already...sheesh!" She told him.
Krisien, Morlo, Casador, Riah a priestess, Nalus a priest, Distus a hunter, and of course Pheeto an assassin (and their guild master) are the said leaders. Prevalently called the 7 stars, they rule "Night's Light", a power house guild that has stood for so long. Its stature has been such an envy of so many other guilds that it has so many foes. Though, amongst all of its foes, no other can be a greater rival than "Shadow". Pheeto's forefathers have been raging against the forefathers of Ghander, Shadow's guild master. The two guilds have faced many onslaughts, bloodsheds caused by the enduring dispute from one generation to the other. Shadow and Night's Light…truly to both, lightness and darkness can never coalesce…
"What?" Morlo asked raising an eyebrow.
"Huh?" Krisien said confused.
"Why are you staring at me?" Morlo told her.
"I was? Eeew…don't get your hopes up. I was just lost in thought" She said and finished her food.
**
The eerie silence surrounded her. No sound came from any direction at all. It was so hushed…that it was almost deafening. She walked in the dark depths of Byalan.
"No one's here." She told herself nervously.
Trying to ward off her trepidation, she hummed to herself.
Swoosh
She turned immediately.
"Who's there?" She demanded.
But there was no one. There was no figure at all. The only things that stood were the pillars.
"What am I thinking? I've faced 5 mobs just hours ago. I can do this." She thought closing her eyes as she walked. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes
"AAH!" A merman appeared out of nowhere and almost speared her!
With every ounce of strength she had she reduced the merman to a humble lifeless being. Though safe as she was from the merman, she was to dread the circumstance she was in. The greatness of the force she exerted placed her at the edge of a pit which she couldn't bring herself to balance on. She pushed herself to the limit, her attack made her body give up, give up and just fall…
"Spare me…" escaped her lips as she felt herself fall in the dark pit…
**
A soft brush against her skin awoke her.
"I can…feel?"
Krisien opened her eyes in an instant. Staring…she found herself in the arms of a young man.
"Silly." He said grinning.
"You!"