Disclaimer: Ugh...I just own the plot...and a couple of the characters...
Crappery: Erm, sorry about the wait...Just review, kay?
Kelei: This one is kinda different than BoaE. There is another warm scene in this one...I'm thinking there's gonna be one or two more fluffy scenes before this story is over.
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: YA! Yep! Actually though...Nevermind about that!
SuperHiperChit: Foreshadowing is fun! –giggles-
Lady Spear: Haha, he is a cartoon character. Well, a demented a squirrel!
FunnyCatGirl: Wee! Foreshadowing!
XxXbloody nekoXxX: Thank you!
Lorett: Ya, I love Draco so much! Well, my interpretation of the hot little monkey!
The Punk Rock Goddess: Aww...That's so cute! Course it's different! It's a different story!
Monikka DaLuver: -grins- Will do! OOCness is fun! When done in moderation...I can't tell you about that!
Alcapacien: I like her too...-grins-
NitenGale: My stories seem to do that to people, but it's all resolved!
YamiClara: I know! It seems like such a purdy combination!
Tigoamy: -laughs- Er...-pats- You just keep telling yourself you're right...
Queen of the Insects: She is interesting! And special!
Brie: Thank you!
Hippie1212: No problem!
Alianora59: Yes he is! And hot!
Chapter Fourteen
Love Found...And Lost
What felt like days passed, although in all reality it was only about four hours, and they little to nothing on the history of the island. Mia let out
an aggravated sigh, resting her head in her hands. How was she expected to do anything if she had nothing to go on? She knew that in the end, she
would not be able to salvage Atlantis from its imminent destruction. She felt an arm wrap around her shoulders and she gratefully leant into the
warm body.
"It's not fair. I want to help them...It doesn't seem right that they should all die. I feel like I have to do this."
"This is not your duty. Whatever you were sent back here for is clearly not to save this place. There must be something else you are going to have to
do, but stressing yourself over this is not it."
"You think?"
"I don't think, I know."
She smile faintly and looked up at him, her simple brown eyes shining with trust and something deeper, richer. "I love you." She whispered.
It took her a moment to realize what she said but she let out a soft whimper and began to pull out of his arms. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean it...I gotta go..."
His hold on her tightened and he slipped his hand underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. He pressed his lips against hers, his hand sliding
into the hair at the base of her neck. When he pulled away his silvery hues shone brightly.
"I love you too."
The look of pained confusion bled off of her face and a blinding grin replaced it. Her hands encircled his neck and she hugged him tightly, a look of
profound joy sparkling brightly. For a long time they sat there, entwined in arms and drowning in love. It was not until Mia heard the faint chiming
of a far off clock that she pulled away.
"We should head back; I need to talk to Harry and Ron."
He nodded and once she had gotten to her feet, slipping his arm around her waist. He pulled her close to him and they left the room, her mind having
totally forgotten about the golden eyed child.
Mia arranged to meet with Draco at their café, telling him to bring Harry and Ron with him at six that night. She went back to the Hall of
Women in a wonderful mood, palpable joy rolling off of her. In her happy daze she was surprised to find herself in front of her room so quickly, but
threw the door open and pranced in. The moment the door shut behind her, she threw her arms up to the ceiling and let out a blissful cry.
"He loves me!" She cried.
She shimmied out of the creased dress she had put on earlier, and found another one. Once she pulled it on, she ran one of her hands over the
shimmery, dark red material and let out a happy giggle. After dragging a brush through her mass of shining hair, she ran out of the Hall. She knew it
probably was not 'ladylike' to be gallivanting about when she was embodied with a divine spirit, but at that moment in time she could care less. She
skipped happily down a crowded street, perfectly oblivious to everything that was going on around her. She felt sunshine fall down on her face and
turned her head skyward, feeling as if she was the luckiest person in the world. Something flew in front of the sun, momentarily throwing shadows
upon her. She was pulled from her jovial haze when she heard someone scream. Mia blinked quickly and turned her head in the direction the noise
came from, her brow furrowed slightly. She pushed through the accumulating throng of people, occasionally using her feet in aiding her passage.
When the last row was gone, she finally got a look at what was causing such a ruckus. Lying on the ground were three bodies, pools of blood trickling
from puncture marks on their necks and wrists. At first she just brushed off the fact that they were familiar until a particular head of vivid red
caught her gaze. She froze and hoped with all of her heart that the fallen man was not who she thought it was. She turned slowly and let out a soft
cry of horror. Ron was sprawled out on the packed earth, a look of pain on his freckled face. She pressed a hand against her mouth as she hurried
towards his form, tears pooling in her eyes. She dropped to her knees beside him and gently touched his face, a dry sob slipping from her lips.
"No..." She whispered.
Mia looked up from her fallen friend towards the nearest body, a shock of messy black hair identifying him. She felt her heart twist painfully and the
water in her eyes grew higher. She shuffled over to him and ever so lightly touched the lightening bolt scar on his forehead. Her two best friends
were dead. She swallowed thickly and with every fiber of her being hoped that the other dead man was not who she had an inkling it to be. She half
closed her eyes and crawled over to him, praying fervently that he was still alive. Her eyes opened when her fingers touched cloth, and her fears
were confirmed. Thick, golden locks lay against pale, chalky skin and his bluish grey hues were forever opened in a look of surprise. His mouth was
half opened, but no loving words came from it. The tears threatening to over flow cascaded down her cheeks. Little droplets of salty water hit his
rapidly cooling flesh, little streams of clean flesh appearing beneath the streaks of dust on her face.
"Draco." She cried agony in her words.
She felt something break within her and melt into nothingness, a massive, gasping whole in her chest where her heart once was. Her head dropped
into her hands as a gut wrenching cry erupted from her mouth. All those that she loved were gone. Tears oozed from between her fingers as she
sobbed the crowd around her silent. None came forward to soothe the grieving girl. She was left alone to combat her misery, alone to face what was to
come.
Aww...Poor baby...She's lost him right when she found him!
Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel