Max-I know you all think I'm dead especially the people I had reading this story . . welllll
Garet-Max HEY MAX what are you doing after updating this story?
Max-err Updating the one with you and Mia?
Mia-Yay!
Max-yeah well anyways R&R! errr I'm forgetting something
Harken-Reveiwer responses Max!
Max-Oh yeah! well since I don't have the reveiws with me you and Isadora say it for me
Isadora-Thanks for everyone reveiwing!
Harken-And please reveiw this time also!
Max-I beleive there will be one or two more chapters so er don't worry now here it is the next chapter of paths of crossing...I guess
Isadora's life had suddenly been brightened again. Her Harken had returned and they were reconciled with each other, once more. At this moment though she was worrying over him. In this battle Shake had selected Harken for a particuarly dangerous mission, where only the strongest could go. He was on the front along with Raven once more, going at it as only two heroes could. As Harken and Raven waded into the thick of it with swords and axes she spotted him. An enemy bishop raising a strangely shaped staff. As she finally got the command to ride forward a red light suddenly began to surround her, a red light rising within her eyes, and she knew no more.
Harken was having a difficult time coming to the platform with two heroes. He had tried every conventional manuever but nothing worked, of course this was not a conventional enemy. An enemy Hero was raising a silver sword as Harken himself, shot forward with his light brand, catching him off guard. Viscously felling the enemy he glanced around and saw Isadora. His love dashing towards him a weapon raised. He cast around about him if there was any danger. Then he realised what was happening. She was attacking him. Raising his sheild quickly he deflected her sword dodging about. "Isadora why are you doing this?" He yelled confused. As he saw the battle light in her eyes, he jumped slightly. Those aren't HER eyes!
The only way he could see out of this was trying to talk to her. "Isadora listen to me! I am not your enmy it's me, Harken! Please love don't do this!" As he was yelling she struck a hit upon him carving bits of his flesh from his form, a hiss of agony from both body and soul emitted from his clenched teeth. A splash of his life giving liquids burst from the wound as, strangely enough, Rebecca found the source of the problem. A longbow in her hands she spotted, the bishop, his eyes closed with a berserk staff raised. She had been taught enough about staffs to know what this one did. It gave control of an enemy unit, and she could see Isadora wasn't herself. She raised her long bow aiming for the bishop her hand shaking slightly pulling it back more tauntly.
Harken was defending himself as best as he could without his weapon, wounded in four places he was hard pressed to keep it up. That was when he stepped in the hole. Falling back, instinctively raising his sheild to fend off the blows he had found a short rest. Isadora on her horse couldn't reach with her sword or her axe. The force controlling her realised this as she brought her lance into play. Gathering into a charge she raised her lance ducking low,expertly throwing the horses weight into the blow into Harkens sheild arm. Harkens limb failed him under the force of the blow his arm suddenly snapping with a frighteningly sickening crunch his facial features contoreted in agony as Isadora rounded and prepared for another charge.
Rebecca had missed the bishop frustratedly twice. Her hand just wasn't steady enough until..... until Raven layed a hand upon her shoulder. Smiling breifly at him she raised her bow suddenly steady. Once more the bowstring tight she released the shaft from the bow, it's pointed tip hanging almost lazily in the air, until three things ended at once. The Arrows flight, the bishops life, and the attack of Isadora. The bishops eyes clouded over in death the berserk staff clattering from the hard tiled floor into the depths of the water temple.
As Harken prepared himself for what might be the last time he saw Isadora, he forced his sword up to counter his lovers lance, the sheilded arm hanging limply onto the ground. His ankle sprained along with the blood staining the floor around him, he struck a poor sight. As he involuntarily closed his eyes, he waited for the blow to strike, and waited....and waited....and....nothing. A different sound met his ears as conciousness began to leave him. Isadoras sobbing met his ears, as her arms were suddenly around him, tears staining her face. The last he saw was her beautiful face, until the world was omitted from his mind in a bliss of senselessness.
When a joint effort of Erk and Priscilla had been ordered to take care of Harken, Isadora had been the first to volunteer as the guard. As Priscilla looked down on him she shot a worried glance at Erk, who was already using a heal staff on his prostrate form. As she joined in Reinforcements arrived and Isadora took up her position guarding the one passage to them. Isadora was hard pressed to defend herself against the masses of cavaliers, pegasus knights, and falco-knights which massed towards her. The bridge hadn't dissapeared as cavaliers massed upon it.
When she had finally cleared them there stood her challenge, a wyvern lord surrounded by wyvern riders. Drawing her axe the sour taste of fear rose in her throat as she fought off the feirce dragons and their riders, the lord himself presenting the threat of a sword.
Harken's feverish dreams were replaying in his head, leaving Isadora, his journey, the battle of losing his comrades, fervent travelings, and reconciling with Isadora. The sounds of battle was forever in his dream, until he came roaring back to reality, a dull hum also assaulting his senses. Priscilla breathed a sigh of releif, letting her recover staff fall to her side. Erk had just left for reinforcements. As Harken sat up, his whole being healed, he spotted the wyvern lord circling preparing his sword to take down the blue haired paladin. He leapt up, only pausing to grab his weapons and battered sheild, before dashing towards the ranks of the wyverns.
Isadora was in danger of being felled. Her axe was close to shattering leaving her with just an old, battered lance to defend herself with. The lord's wyvern suddenly was sent into a dive, straight towards her as Harken bulled his way through the tightly packed mass of wyverns. Killing the fearsome creatures and their masters with single strokes of his fearsome silver axe, he dashed forward desperate to reach her. As the Wyverns sword knocked aside Isadoras axe, Harkens weapon came hurtling into not the wyvern, but the rider itself. As Harken tossed her a fresh axe fresh tears welled into Isadoras eyes. "Oh Harken, can you ever forgive me. I can't believe how I acted I-I-I-"
"Do not worry yourself Isadora! You could not help yourself..I know this."
"Harken....."
As Harken leaped onto the back of Isadoras horse to catch up with the others, her heart still fluttered at his touch. When Harken limped slightly from the water temple his ankle still not healed properly and made worse from the battle Isadora was right beside him, her horse loned to Erk to ride beside Priscilla, helping him along towards the house of Nino's uncle. Before Harken was able to go rest, and be with Isadora, he was to give his report to Eliwood, much to the displeasure of Shake, but Isadora was waiting. As she did for that last year, she waited for him.
Max- . . yeah cheesy ending for one of the end chapters I know but errr I thought it was nice
Random-at least you updated this....now go update the other one.
Max-NOOOOOOOOOOO (hisses)
Random-.......o...k.....
Max- D heh heh nobody saw that
Harken-R&R
Isadora-Or else the hissing author could come after you
