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"So who are these people?" Lina said as she turned her attention towards Max and sat down in one of the chairs, "This had better be good."
Chapter 7
Black Wanderers
The messangers of truth
"These people are helping us on our quest," Max said as lead all then new arrivals to a seat.
"So you hired them?" Gourry asked as he looked at the one with the piece of blonde hair showing.
"No," Max said as he sat down on the bed where Barly was sleeping just a short while ago. Gourry and Malas followed suit shortly after by sitting in some chairs that were brought up, though Amelia just stood still staring at the face she could have sworn she'd seen before. Raven colored eyes just like her own. Lina just stood there looking them over again and again.
"Then if you didn't hire them," Lina said as she finally took her seat crossing her arms in front of her chest, "Why did you say they were helping us?"
"Do you remember the incident with Malden?" Max said as he placed his right ankle on his left knee and wrapped his arms around his right knee while leaning back.
"You mean the one that almost killed you?" Lina said with determined look on her face.
"I wouldn't have been killed," Max said with a wave of his hand. "At least, that's what these guys say," he said as he placed his arm back down across his knee.
"Its true," the red-eyed wanderer spoke, "He would have lived due to the timing of Malden's master calling for him."
"How do you know of this?" Lina said as she glared the red-eyed one in the face.
"We were there," the raven-eyed one spoke this time.
"We didn't see you there," Amelia said as she looked around at all of them, "You mean you have been following us all along?"
"You could say that," the rock-skinned one replied with a steady voice making Amelia snap into a defensive pose.
"Enough, Amelia," Lina said as she stood up quickly and shot her arm out to stop her friend from jumping into something she was afraid that she could not get out of.
"Humpf," she said as she finally found a chair and sat down on it.
"Now then," Lina said as she took the eyes of the red-eyed wanderer and looked them over. "If you've been following us, then why wait till now to announce yourself. I mean you could have waited even longer if you wanted to kill us," Lina said as her face was showing the face she only held for Dark Lords.
"Do you mean they intend to kill us?" Gourry asked as he looked at Lina and pointed towards them all.
"I don't think so, Gourry," she said as she let a smile come to her face, "They would have tried it already if they were going to."
"Who says they haven't already tried?" Malas said as she sprung from her seat and drew her weapon only to have it fly four feet back from the flick of another blade. The one the blade belonged to was the red-eyed one.
"Calm down," she said as she placed her sword back in its sheath. "Go grab your sword, sit down peacefully, and then we will talk," she said as she walked back to her chair and sat down on it while crossing her arms.
Malas walked over and did what the lady told her to do. If its one thing she's learned by training with her sword master, its to never start a fight unless you are sure you can win.
Emily watched Malas with great caution. 'What is she trying to pull?' she thought as she turned her attention from Malas to the center of the room.
"Now that that is over with," Lina said as she started the conversation once again, "What was this part about the Malden incident?"
"You know that arrow that hit him," Max said as he leaned forward a small bit. "It came from her," he said as he pointed to the one with the light brown hair and dark brown eyes.
"Nice shoot," Teir said as he looked the woman over, "Who was your teacher?"
"An elf just like you," she said as she looked him in the face.
'Hmmm……' Teir said in thought as he scratched Tiko behind the ears, 'There have not been any teachings from elves in these parts for some time. That means she is either over 600 years old or from another part of the world.'
"Is something the matter?" Geglash said with a slightly drunken smile on his face.
"No," Teir said out of disgust. He really hated drunks.
"Now for the second part," the red-eyed one said as she looked in Max's general direction, "We are chasing after a piece of Shabranigdo and we need your help in catching it."
"You want us to catch something like that?" Gourry asked as he remembered back to the battle that he, Lina, and Zelgadiss had together against the eyes of Shabranigdo. That battle just like many others had almost completely taken their lives.
"Yes," the blonde haired one spoke, "If we don't hurry, then the burden will become to much for him to handle and Shabranigdo will be reborn into this world once again."
"We beat him once and we will beat him again," Lina said with determination in both her voice and on her face.
"But this time you may lose something important to you," the red-eyed one said as she dipped her head to hide her face.
"We must go," the rock-skinned one said as he got up and let out his hand for the raven-eyed one to take. "Our time here is up and we must depart if we wish to catch up with the dark heart," he said as he waited for his compatriots to stand and ready their departure, "The one named Barly carries it."
"What!" both Emily and Malas yell together.
"No wonder he was having pains when I was chanting the spell," Lina said as she placed one hand on her chin and thought, "I was not only drawing power from Shabranigdo but also from him due to him being in close proximity."
"You don't mean?" Emily asked as she understood what Lina was saying. Malas just stood there in shock at what she had just heard.
"That is correct," the red-eyed one said as she stopped her group at the doorway before leaving.
"If we don't hurry, then he's done for," Max said with a grit of his teeth as he got up and looked around the room. "Everyone," he said with a wave of his hand, "Lets get our gear together and move out."
The figure with the blonde hair let out a short laugh as him and his traveling companions left the others to their duties.
With a rush, the entire slayers team and what was left of the rest were out the door and on the search.
Meanwhile
'Where am I?' a lone man thought as he wandered aimlessly down a long forested road. On his back he bore a shield and along his waist he had a sword. 'I wish I knew where I am or even what I am,' he thought as he looked around to try and remember.
"Stay where you are," a voice said from behind the man as he stopped in his tracks.
"Who are you?" the man asked as he instinctively placed his cross hand on the swords hilt reading it to be drawn.
"I wouldn't draw that sword if I was you," the voice continued as it seemed to be getting closer, "but if you really want to draw something out then give us all your valuables."
"I don't have any valuables to give to scum like you," the man said as he quickly turned around while stooping low and drawing out his sword in one quick flash, chopped the first person in half.
"Boss," a young man said as he watched helplessly as the man was cut in twain.
"Anyone else?" the man said as he stood up and let the blood drip off the tip of his sword.
"Get him!" the young man yelled as he pointed towards the wanderer with his dagger, "Take this man's life."
Nine brigands jump out from the cover that they used to hide themselves. The wanderer quickly dispatched three of them as they got to close.
'What the hell is going on here?' the man thought as he dodged an attack that would have took his right arm off. 'How do I know how to fight like this?' he thought as he countered the next mans attack and took the mans right leg clean off at the hip with one swing. 'Where did I learn to do this?' he thought even harder while rage was building up inside of him. All the feelings of hatred and anger and fear was powering something inside him, something that he knew he wouldn't like. "Lets stop this useless fighting," the man said as he slashed at the next bandit that attacked him from his left side.
"Or what will you do," the young man said as he licked the blade of his knife while laughing, "Kill us all."
That was all that was needed for the flow of anger within the man to be unleashed. "You've been warned," the man said in a voice that was now deeper than before and his head bowed. "Now you will die," he continued as he raised his head with eyes closed and smiled. Red mystical energies could be seen engulfing his body as he slowly opened his eyes. Where his eyes had been now stood two pure red glowing orbs. With a laugh, power exploded from his body, destroying everything in a quarter mile radius. From within the blow of the wind, the laughter could still be heard.
authors notes
Thanks for reading the next chapter in this saga. The secret is finally out about the pain in Barly's chest and the secret of the Dark Heart, but can the crew be able to keep themselves together long enough to save Barly's life it will it be forfeited to the resurrection of Shabranigdo? Lastly who are these new players to this game? Find out and much more as the story continues. Chapter 8 Discovery The search forlost memories. See you all next time.
