Chapter eighteen: More Secrets.

It was night. Darkness had crept slowly over the island and camp where the Bladebreakers had been placed. No clouds in the sky that night. Stars and the moon shone down on them, giving them a slivery light in which to see. However nearly everyone was asleep, readying themselves for the next day and hopefully a battle.

Tyson however couldn't sleep. He crouched by the fire, watching the flames rise and flicker. He had been quiet since he had seen... he didn't want to think about it, for all his natural goofiness he had always been protective around her. He didn't know why; yes he did.

Balkoff Abbey was the reason.

Flashback...

"Tyson!" A little raven haired girl ran up to him and hugged him tight.

She was sporting vicious cuts all over her arms and had a bandage wrapped around her head. All in all she looked like she had been playing with a first aid kit.

She had looked so happy to see him. As innocent as she always had done. Behind her was her father. A huge towering figure in a business suit and shiny black shoes. His stature imposing, almost frightening to the small boy.

"So where did she take her?" Grandpa had asked, in awe of all her cuts and bruises.

"Not in front of the children." His uncle then cast an uncomfortable eye on the two. They had walked out of the room then, talking in low voices.

"Where've you been?" He had asked her. She went all quiet.

Her happy glimmer fading almost immediately.

"Isis where've you been?"

"No where." She muttered.

"Grandpa said you went to Russia..."

"I went no-where!" She had screamed at him, tears forming down her eyes and she ran into her bedroom.

He had gone in after her only to find her sobbing her heart out underneath her bed covers.

"Isis?"

"Go away!" She howled even harder. Her whole bed quivering.

"I'll look after you Isis. I'll always be there. Always." He promised. "Promise."

End Flashback...

Tyson shuddered, desperately trying to push out the memories. Not that she had told him much, for a long time she had been just what Kai had been like. Quiet, not talking much and lashing out if anyone annoyed her too much.

Two years of therapy to get her over it. He shuddered. It wasn't as though he could find anything wrong in the relationship the two both shared with each other. It was more to fact that... He didn't know what.

"Tyson?" It was Kai. He flinched. He hadn't noticed him come up. "Tyson?"

"Yeah, I heard you Kai."

"Look, I..." He trailed off. Kai had never actually done with kind of thing before.

Silence.

"You know when Isis was six years old she was sent to Balkoff Abbey." Tyson cut in. "She came out two months later and needed two years counselling."

"I..."

"She used to cry every night because of what your grandfather and his 'business' did to her!" Tyson shouted. "The..." Tyson stopped himself working into a rage. "Forget it..." He muttered; noticing the shocked look on Kai's face.

"She went..." He couldn't bring himself to say it. "Does she..?"

"No, she doesn't know." Tyson walked away, leaving a stunned Kai standing by the campfire.


Hmm... Yes, so anyway. I'm not going to be on for a while because I'm going on holiday! I'll miss you all and I'll be thinking of some new chapters from you all!!! - LunaRavenCroft