"But why?" Jamie asked the women.
"That I cannot answer either," the women stated. "I will tell you however that he did not wish you to be awake for a while."
She stared blankly into the back of the armchair. Why wouldn't Garet want her to be awake? It sounded rather odd really.
"That doesn't make any..." Jamie began but then an idea hit her. "He doesn't want me to wake up because I'm being tortured. Is that why?"
"I cannot tell you anything further on that question," the women answered.
"Why not?" asked Jamie.
"Because Garet instructed me not to and I cannot disobey his orders because in this dream he created I am here to keep you company and he created me, therefore I cannot goes against his wishes." She answered.
Jamie sighed. This was all to confusing but maybe it was better if she didn't ask any questions.
"Do you know how to summon fire?" asked the women. "I could teach you."
"Ok," Jamie said.
The armchair slowly turned around and revealed the woman who was sitting there. Jamie's eyes went wide.
"Why does she not wake?" demanded the man pacing in front of Garet. "Why is she sleeping?"
Garet put on a look of pure innocence.
"I don't know," he answered sincerely. "Maybe she has fainted."
"You know something," the man answered his face contorted with rage. "It doesn't matter. Either you tell us where the crystal is or Oriath will carry out his plan!"
"I will never tell you," he responded simply. "I will die before I tell you."
"Fine!" He spat in his face. "Then his plan will be carried out and I do hope that you don't have a connection to direct with her, or you may feel it too!"
"Mother?" Jamie choked out.
"I am a version of your mother yes," she answered.
"But Garet's never seen my mother before!" She reasoned. "He can't know what you look like."
"Your connection with him is very strong and some of your memories are now both of yours to share," the women answered. "You and him are growing closer."
"Then that's why when I felt pain he felt pain and when he felt pain I felt pain!" she mumbled to herself. "But what would happen if one of us were to die?"
"Then the one that lived would be deeply wounded," she answered. "And if your connection grows deeper than you will be unable to continue if he should parish."
Her mind reeled. How had she become connected to him anyways? What would happen if he died right now? The thought remained a horrible piece of information lodged inside her memory.
"How do I escape?" she asked. "Can you help me escape from this place?"
"If you wish to escape from the castle then you first must learn stronger control over your powers," the women said evenly. "I will teach you as much as I can."
"Thank you," Jamie said nodding.
THWACK!! Alan cringed as Jackie received a thwack on the head for knocking over a book.
"You are too careless!" Uncle yelled. "I need to concentrate to find out which talisman this boy contains."
He threw in yet another ingredient that sizzled and boiled in the pot.
"Alan give me a piece of your hair," Uncle said but took the liberty of pulling the piece out himself.
Alan rubbed his head gingerly. What kind of Uncle was this guy?
"Just another stupid old man," he grumbled to himself.
"Alan!" Yelled Uncle and Alan jumped. "I need you to sit beside the pot so that the talisman can reveal itself to you."
He gave a sigh of relief. For a moment he had actually believed that Uncle had heard him. After a few seconds hesitation he sat beside the pot and looked inside.
"Yuck!" he groaned as the liquid sent up fumes of disgusting smells.
The pot let out a heave and Alan almost jumped back. The smoke from the pot drifted into the air and formed a giant green dragon. The dragon looked straight at Alan and flew forwards instantly disappearing as it hit Alan's face.
"Well I'd say that was pretty obvious," Kirby observed. "You seem to have the dragon talisman."
"A very strong talisman indeed," Uncle said. "You must keep a careful watch on your powers."
Alan looked down at himself. There didn't seem to be anything different about him. He felt a vague sense of power and smiled.
"Alan come with me," Captain Black instructed.
"Why?" Alan asked.
"You need training and I have my top agents waiting for you," he said.
He was going to be an agent? This was the chance of a lifetime!
"Alan will not be going to section thirteen," Uncle stated. "He will be trained by me."
"No I think I'll go to section thirteen," Alan retorted.
"Uncle's right," Captain Black sighed. "You need to be trained by him first, then the agents."
Alan sighed grumpily. Why did he have to be trained by this...This old man! At least he would be able to train with the agents after. What he was really looking forwards to was training with Jackie-Chan!
"Now Alan I will teach you how to unleash your powers," Uncle said standing up. "We must practice away from here."
He walked out of the shop and Alan hastily followed.
"Hey wait for me!" Surianna called. "I need training too!"
"If your going then I'm going!" Kirby yelled.
Uncle walked down the street followed closely by Kirby, Surianna and Alan. They walked down two blocks then came apon and empty warehouse. Uncle walked briskly through the door and inside. The rest of them followed warily.
"This is where you will train," Uncle said.
"Well its creepy and dark," Surianna said shivering.
"Do you want me to hold your hand?" asked Kirby.
"No!" Surianna said back and the lights flashed on.
Uncle walked back from where he had found the light switch.
There were several things in the warehouse, boxes, crates, ropes and other objects. Uncle strode out into the center of the warehouse.
"Now Alan come forwards," he stepped forwards. "Concentrate on destroying that crate there."
Uncle pointed to the crate and Alan concentrated on it. His palms began to glow than burst into fire. Alan was surprised at first then smiled. Yelling he put his palm facing forwards towards the crate. For a moment they thought nothing had happened but the crate suddenly exploded followed by a few other ones scattered around the room including one next to Uncle who had to jump out of the way.
"AAAIIIIIIYYYAAAAA!!!!" Uncle yelled. "You have no control over your power!"
Alan laughed at Uncle then blew up another crate enjoying his moment of power. Uncle ran over to Alan and smacked him on the forehead then he lost his concentration. The fire on his hands disappeared and he grabbed his head mumbling angrily at uncle.
"Surianna and Kirby you may leave but I have to help train Alan," he grumbled annoyed.
Surianna walked out of the warehouse with Kirby in pursuit. Closing the door Surianna continued towards Uncles shop trying to ignore Kirby who was smiling beside her.
"So me and you all alone," Kirby stated grinning.
Surianna rolled her eyes and continued walking. Kirby put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. Surianna shrugged it off then moved away again.
"Oh come on you can't hate me that much," he smiled and Surianna ignored him. "Come on Suri you know you like me."
"You are the most disgusting pig this side of the earth!" She responded annoyed.
"I knew it you do like me," Kirby said smiling and Surianna sighed angrily. "So you want to see a movie some time with me?"
"Do you know how obnoxious you are?" She growled.
"Friday's perfect for me too," he wore a broad grin and Surianna wanted to slap it off of him.
"I hate you," she grumbled then it began to rain.
The water fell all around them and Surianna shivered for all she was wearing was a t-shirt and it was a long way to Uncle's shop. Kirby pulled of his jacket and placed it on her shoulders. Surianna grateful for the warmth put her hands on the coat to wrap herself in it.
"Thanks," she muttered.
"Your welcome," he answered smiling.
This time he placed an arm around her and she didn't shrug it off.
"Yes very good you did it," her mother smiled.
Smiling Jamie sat down on the rug again from practicing some of the magic she had taught her. So far she hadn't had any sign that she would wake up yet. This dream seemed to be lasting forever.
"That I cannot answer either," the women stated. "I will tell you however that he did not wish you to be awake for a while."
She stared blankly into the back of the armchair. Why wouldn't Garet want her to be awake? It sounded rather odd really.
"That doesn't make any..." Jamie began but then an idea hit her. "He doesn't want me to wake up because I'm being tortured. Is that why?"
"I cannot tell you anything further on that question," the women answered.
"Why not?" asked Jamie.
"Because Garet instructed me not to and I cannot disobey his orders because in this dream he created I am here to keep you company and he created me, therefore I cannot goes against his wishes." She answered.
Jamie sighed. This was all to confusing but maybe it was better if she didn't ask any questions.
"Do you know how to summon fire?" asked the women. "I could teach you."
"Ok," Jamie said.
The armchair slowly turned around and revealed the woman who was sitting there. Jamie's eyes went wide.
"Why does she not wake?" demanded the man pacing in front of Garet. "Why is she sleeping?"
Garet put on a look of pure innocence.
"I don't know," he answered sincerely. "Maybe she has fainted."
"You know something," the man answered his face contorted with rage. "It doesn't matter. Either you tell us where the crystal is or Oriath will carry out his plan!"
"I will never tell you," he responded simply. "I will die before I tell you."
"Fine!" He spat in his face. "Then his plan will be carried out and I do hope that you don't have a connection to direct with her, or you may feel it too!"
"Mother?" Jamie choked out.
"I am a version of your mother yes," she answered.
"But Garet's never seen my mother before!" She reasoned. "He can't know what you look like."
"Your connection with him is very strong and some of your memories are now both of yours to share," the women answered. "You and him are growing closer."
"Then that's why when I felt pain he felt pain and when he felt pain I felt pain!" she mumbled to herself. "But what would happen if one of us were to die?"
"Then the one that lived would be deeply wounded," she answered. "And if your connection grows deeper than you will be unable to continue if he should parish."
Her mind reeled. How had she become connected to him anyways? What would happen if he died right now? The thought remained a horrible piece of information lodged inside her memory.
"How do I escape?" she asked. "Can you help me escape from this place?"
"If you wish to escape from the castle then you first must learn stronger control over your powers," the women said evenly. "I will teach you as much as I can."
"Thank you," Jamie said nodding.
THWACK!! Alan cringed as Jackie received a thwack on the head for knocking over a book.
"You are too careless!" Uncle yelled. "I need to concentrate to find out which talisman this boy contains."
He threw in yet another ingredient that sizzled and boiled in the pot.
"Alan give me a piece of your hair," Uncle said but took the liberty of pulling the piece out himself.
Alan rubbed his head gingerly. What kind of Uncle was this guy?
"Just another stupid old man," he grumbled to himself.
"Alan!" Yelled Uncle and Alan jumped. "I need you to sit beside the pot so that the talisman can reveal itself to you."
He gave a sigh of relief. For a moment he had actually believed that Uncle had heard him. After a few seconds hesitation he sat beside the pot and looked inside.
"Yuck!" he groaned as the liquid sent up fumes of disgusting smells.
The pot let out a heave and Alan almost jumped back. The smoke from the pot drifted into the air and formed a giant green dragon. The dragon looked straight at Alan and flew forwards instantly disappearing as it hit Alan's face.
"Well I'd say that was pretty obvious," Kirby observed. "You seem to have the dragon talisman."
"A very strong talisman indeed," Uncle said. "You must keep a careful watch on your powers."
Alan looked down at himself. There didn't seem to be anything different about him. He felt a vague sense of power and smiled.
"Alan come with me," Captain Black instructed.
"Why?" Alan asked.
"You need training and I have my top agents waiting for you," he said.
He was going to be an agent? This was the chance of a lifetime!
"Alan will not be going to section thirteen," Uncle stated. "He will be trained by me."
"No I think I'll go to section thirteen," Alan retorted.
"Uncle's right," Captain Black sighed. "You need to be trained by him first, then the agents."
Alan sighed grumpily. Why did he have to be trained by this...This old man! At least he would be able to train with the agents after. What he was really looking forwards to was training with Jackie-Chan!
"Now Alan I will teach you how to unleash your powers," Uncle said standing up. "We must practice away from here."
He walked out of the shop and Alan hastily followed.
"Hey wait for me!" Surianna called. "I need training too!"
"If your going then I'm going!" Kirby yelled.
Uncle walked down the street followed closely by Kirby, Surianna and Alan. They walked down two blocks then came apon and empty warehouse. Uncle walked briskly through the door and inside. The rest of them followed warily.
"This is where you will train," Uncle said.
"Well its creepy and dark," Surianna said shivering.
"Do you want me to hold your hand?" asked Kirby.
"No!" Surianna said back and the lights flashed on.
Uncle walked back from where he had found the light switch.
There were several things in the warehouse, boxes, crates, ropes and other objects. Uncle strode out into the center of the warehouse.
"Now Alan come forwards," he stepped forwards. "Concentrate on destroying that crate there."
Uncle pointed to the crate and Alan concentrated on it. His palms began to glow than burst into fire. Alan was surprised at first then smiled. Yelling he put his palm facing forwards towards the crate. For a moment they thought nothing had happened but the crate suddenly exploded followed by a few other ones scattered around the room including one next to Uncle who had to jump out of the way.
"AAAIIIIIIYYYAAAAA!!!!" Uncle yelled. "You have no control over your power!"
Alan laughed at Uncle then blew up another crate enjoying his moment of power. Uncle ran over to Alan and smacked him on the forehead then he lost his concentration. The fire on his hands disappeared and he grabbed his head mumbling angrily at uncle.
"Surianna and Kirby you may leave but I have to help train Alan," he grumbled annoyed.
Surianna walked out of the warehouse with Kirby in pursuit. Closing the door Surianna continued towards Uncles shop trying to ignore Kirby who was smiling beside her.
"So me and you all alone," Kirby stated grinning.
Surianna rolled her eyes and continued walking. Kirby put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. Surianna shrugged it off then moved away again.
"Oh come on you can't hate me that much," he smiled and Surianna ignored him. "Come on Suri you know you like me."
"You are the most disgusting pig this side of the earth!" She responded annoyed.
"I knew it you do like me," Kirby said smiling and Surianna sighed angrily. "So you want to see a movie some time with me?"
"Do you know how obnoxious you are?" She growled.
"Friday's perfect for me too," he wore a broad grin and Surianna wanted to slap it off of him.
"I hate you," she grumbled then it began to rain.
The water fell all around them and Surianna shivered for all she was wearing was a t-shirt and it was a long way to Uncle's shop. Kirby pulled of his jacket and placed it on her shoulders. Surianna grateful for the warmth put her hands on the coat to wrap herself in it.
"Thanks," she muttered.
"Your welcome," he answered smiling.
This time he placed an arm around her and she didn't shrug it off.
"Yes very good you did it," her mother smiled.
Smiling Jamie sat down on the rug again from practicing some of the magic she had taught her. So far she hadn't had any sign that she would wake up yet. This dream seemed to be lasting forever.
